Mysterious Voice: Happy Fracture Day, my children.
The radio broadcast clicks off and all of the patrons stare at it in disbelief. Pavel watches the radio, and then turns to look at the crowd as a small murmur starts up and escalates.
Patron: The last Philemon… She was… The last Philemon…. THE GHOSTWATER WILL TAKE US ALL!
A bearded blond man jumps to his feet, calling out in fear and other patrons join in, some beginning to cry or reaching for their friends, a bowl of ramen slips to the floor and a set of silverware clatter into the air.
Vanna: Hey… HEY! CALM DOWN!
Vanna turns on her seat at the bar to face them all, expression stern and angry.
Vanna: Those lighthouses don’t depend on the Philemon family to shine- we’ll be fine. But a young woman is DEAD, and you think of YOURSELVES first? SHAME ON YOU!
One of the other customers steps forward from the crowd, scowling. She has short white hair and pearl jewelry and wears a pink robe and a round hair piece that seems to be part of her fracture day apparel. It looks somewhat like an anemone or coral.
Lady: SHAME?! You’re one to talk, witch. For all we know, you might have been INVOLVED with this.
