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[a1enzo]

( Note for both Security and Fry Sandhu )

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[buh_bye]

Death sat in a chair at the fireplace, on the coffee table in front of him a chess board was set up. He currently was nursing a soda that sat on a table to the right of the chair with a basket of fries. He watched the bar. Death is botherable.

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[runningred]

There’s a sign at the bar:

Jay’s winter beach party – all friends invited.

Jay has commandeered a section of the Caribbean beachfront for a party. There are jackets waiting at the back door to keep people warm on their way to down to the ever-warm area on the edge of the lake.

There is a long table groaning with food, music playing and a bonfire burning merrily. There are three rather large metal chests sitting on the edge of the lake, (for later) and another one tucked quietly in the corner.

{Usual party set-up applies – threadhop at will, have fun, and friends make sure to say hi to Jay – he has presents!}

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[beenherebefore]

He found the gun range.

There are certain... skills he learned from MI6 and Scorpia, things he thought he wouldn't ever have to use again when he left his world behind. He wanted to let them rot, just disappear completely from disuse. Except.

He couldn't shake the feeling in the back of his mind that he wasn't really out. That this was all just another temporary reprieve, and somehow, some way, he was going to be dragged back.

So instead of doing something a normal teenage boy might, like going out for a run or reading a book or something, he finds himself at the range with a handgun, practicing.

Absolutely everybody in the bar -- with one exception

[ostro_goth]

It's a cold evening outside, and people are crowding the bar, for food and drink, warmth and company, or perhaps solitude in a crowd. Among them are:

• Katrina Crane, filling dried herbs into small, clean linen bags
• Father Pearse Harman, sitting at the piano and playing some inoffensive tunes
• Teja, cross-legged before the fireplace, reading a book while an exhausted Egil sleeps in his lap in fox shape
• Lady Margolotta, watching the bar over a cup of cocoa and her knitting
• Dr. Hannibal Lecter, consulting a number of elderly cookbooks
• Dorian Gray, lounging on a sofa and reading sheet music
• Madame Thénardier, ensconced in a nook and engrossed in a book

and also,

• outside, there is something like a living potato sack wandering among the trees, humming some jazzy tune in a very deep voice; if you try to come closer, it will be long gone, but you might find some colourful wiggly bug where it had been.

Hell down, heaven down, living in the same town

[cute_bruiser]

[OOM: Everything is changing,
And I've been here for too long
Going through the same things
I've been hurting too long

Got to move on]

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[cute_bruiser]

Molly is at a table in work gear, gauntlets off, accompanied by a bright purple sparkly milkshake.

The milkshake is currently being mostly ignored in favour of the aforesaid gauntlets, which she is currently working on with a selection of small screwdrivers and other, less identifiable, tools.

Mind out for the odd stray screw.

impromptu ice skating party!

[hot_water]

The amount of lake water Tahno is bending above his head, carrying through the bar is, frankly, obscene. He made sure there were no little fishes in the water, but there is a bit of algae.

He'll grunt at anyone who asks questions--he is "a little busy", after all--but the answer to what the hell is he doing comes to anyone who follows him or the trail of drops. It seems Tahno has found a large, empty patch in the garage. The boy hurls his water down, spreading it out evenly like tar on a roof, and freezing it solid about three inches thick.

"Get 'cher skates!" he calls out to whomever's there.

[OOC: Standard party rules. Feel free to thread hop!]

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[the_gene_genie]

 
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