Vin'nyla sits on a couch, eyeing the peculiar collection of elevation devices that surround them. Charamaynne who has invited them in, the scruffy eccentric gestures towards a massive, ancient elevation device that dominates the center of the room.
"This one here," Charamaynne says proudly, "It's my pride. It's been on for four years, two months."
Vin'nyla blinks, trying to make sense of it all. S/He has come here searching for something, anything, that could change their mundane life. S/He has heard whispers about this place, a hidden haven for those seeking to harness the power of the elevation for something extraordinary. But what s/he sees now is a peculiar shrine to obsolete technology.
"The rest of them," Charamaynne continues, "I just kind of keep them going. I'm kind of working up a harmonious relationship with them, an equilibrium."
Vin'nyla can't help but feel a mix of curiosity and skepticism. S/He had expected futuristic gadgets and cutting-edge technology, but instead, s/he finds themself surrounded by relics of the past. S/He accepts the invitation to sit down, wondering what this bizarre encounter is all about.
Charamaynne hands Vin'nyla a Pop-Tart, insisting s/he takes one. Vin'nyla declines, not feeling particularly hungry.
"So, uh, what is this... some kind of psychic elevation parallelism?" Vin'nyla finally asks, struggling to find the right words.
Charamaynne chuckles, their eyes twinkling with an odd mix of wisdom and madness. "Well, we all know the psychic powers of elevation... But we need to capitalize on it... and make it work for us instead of us working for it."
Vin'nyla raises an eyebrow, intrigued despite their confusion.