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[baptizemyself]

The Cat That Got the Cream is sitting at the bar eating a stack of pancakes with maple syrup.

Oh wait, no it isn't. That's just Helena, looking tired but happy and eating the aforementioned pancakes and sipping from a large mug of coffee.

Come on, ruin her good day. You know you want to.

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[yinyangwizard]

Seimei still hasn't gotten back into the good graces of his fellow Shinto deities, so he will not be attending any cherry blossom parties this year. Nor will he be hosting one - nobody would come.

Oh, well. He's always been a bit curious about the American version of the cherry blossom festival; this would be a good year to go, since he will not be otherwise occupied.

The blossoms aren't out yet, though. He's filling his time in various ways until then. At the moment he's watching the trilobite tank while enjoying a nice cigar.

[OOC: I haven't been on in a while and I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Slowtimes are to be expected.]

First Entrance

[oo_7]

Pre-entrance #1: Prague
Pre-entrance #2: Madagascar

When the door opens, it exposes a well-lit hallway and the silhouette of a man who for all intents and purposes, planned on coming home after a long day of travel and fixing himself a stiff drink before heading to bed.

But when the man steps into a crowded bar instead of what he had expected to be his empty flat, he stops short and scans the room instinctively, before stepping aside and out of the walkway.

(The door clicks shut behind him, locking, though he's unaware of that at the moment.)

He moves into the room, aware of his surroundings, everything being watched with his sharp gaze as he heads for the counter. His mind is running a hundred miles an hour, trying to figure out how a bar ended up in his living room. But there's no time for panic; he knows he needs to analyse the situation at hand and find a resolution to it.

(But, there is a bar full of strangers in his living room, and there are some things even thorough analysis won't explain.)

Perhaps someone wants to help him out?



[OOC: A brand new, fully reset James Bond in the bar; this one will have no recollection of any versions that came before him. Mun is in crackchat tonight for any questions or concerns! Open until I say it's not.]

11:45EST - Slows please! Will pick up tags or new threads tomorrow. <3

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[sunbaked_baker]

It's dawn. Sunshine has been up since four, of course; it doesn't matter that she didn't have to be up at four - her body knew it was time to get up and make cinnamon rolls, no matter how she argued. So she spent that time having a pre-dawn run around the lake.

(No, maybe it's not the smartest of ideas, but when has that stopped her before?)

Sunshine comes into the kitchen from the outside door, having taken the first few minutes of daylight for herself. It's a brilliant sunrise, promising good things.

Though she has prepared dough waiting in the fridge, Rae doesn't get down to the business of baking just yet. She's waiting - so she spends her waiting time practicing temperature regulation magic on a oven-safe bowl of sugar.

(ooc: Just about instant slowtime, but I wanted to get this posted. Will reply to any and all tags tomorrow. <333)