Power Nap [CLOSED]

Hungry. Still so, so hungry, and yet no (easy) way to satiate it. Jinx deflated in place, sighing dramatically as she pondered what to do next. Her cape was snagged over her seat's back prongs, legs pushed forward and idly kicking at the table's center beam, hands squished into her cheeks and rubbing it around like wet clay. As it turns out, waking up after a thousand years strong sleep gave you the turbo munchies. The Majin had wandered in the general direction of the Kili she had sensed until reaching a city full of pointy-eared white-haired people - most of whom didn't even hide their bewildered stares.

Eating one of them would (probably) do the trick, but Jinx wasn't rude or foolish enough to try and just slurp some poor fella up this early into her waking moments. Yet as a conscientious and lightweight traveler, Jinx had no money to speak of. Fabricating some out of mana wasn't out of the question, but she'd need to actually see some first. Preferably feel and taste, too. Convincing already paranoid strangers to hand off money to some weird-looking, strangely dressed Alien was... challenging. Well, she assumed it would be. Jinx never bothered to try.

The Majin currently sat alone at an outdoor table of a small coffee-adjacent-substance shop, grumpily stewing in her food-related misery and mostly unaware of the further stares she was getting.