[i/]I stand in the doorway. The roar of the Bazaar swells and rolls, echoing and rebounding from the ancient ceilings and walls. A passing Psijung catches my eye, and I stagger backwards in pain. He looks away and continues browsing the stands, a multicolored aura expanding around his head. Far away, a phone rings, and I realise it's from my brassiere.[/i]
I put my hand into my bra and fumble around. I grasp something plastic, and bring out a battered Nokia G250. It buzzes gently.
"Sigma Castell speaking, PHD, MDA, Seamstress and Smoothie-mage"