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[fisherofmen]

Who: jasmines & visitors
When: day 35, night / day 36, morning
Where: jasmine

[ ayoooooooo we won how's all that and how are we all doing. how badly have we ruined our own lives with secrets. ]

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[fisherofmen]

[ during various times you can find sparkles . . . in places. just, trails of it. on top of the fridge? sitting on the counter? on the floor? right outside your door?? during these times, this guy doesn't seem to be around or available, at least not to the human eye.

optionally, if you're not 80H, then you might find a certain pudding haired Servant in your bed. what is he doing??

catnapping, apparently. ]

[crimeson]

[(un)helpfully for rp, he'll just... tuck him in if he finds him in his bed.]

[fisherofmen]

[ that's okay. because helpfully for rp, he just sort of startles as soon as he's touched

up

staring

( o_o) ]

. . . You're back.

[crimeson]

Yep, just had a cute date. Did you get some rest?

[fisherofmen]

. . . Probably?

[crimeson]

[...sits on the edge of the bed.]

Looked like you were napping to me. Are you the sort where naps are restful, or are you just even more tired?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Knock knock]

[Hello, he's been promised booze.]

[crimeson]

[answering the door.]

Hey, long time no see.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Hi.

So I'm learned my life is crazy and I am all for booze right now.

[crimeson]

Oh, geez. C'mon in.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Stepping inside.]

Not that terrible. I mean. Someone got hurt. But he survived. That's terrible.

But I mean.

We blew up a 110 story skyscraper.

I jumped off the top of it.

I jumped off the top without anything like a parachute.

[crimeson]

Wh-- over a hundred--?!

[no randy get your shit together]

Yeah, uh. Drinks. Drinks. Gimme a minute to ransack my own room.

[fisherofmen]

[ eventually wandering out of randy's room, presumably around the time randy is randysacking it ]

Hey.

[ casually. what's up ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Hey. [Offers a little wave.]

[fisherofmen]

Time to drink?

[schrodingerscockroach]

That's the idea.

[And Randy is just bringing out. All the booze.]

Oh shit, lots of drinking.

[fisherofmen]

Well, don't drink all of it, obviously.

[voreaciously]

[Come very early morning 80H will be awake doing dinner prep during the evening or breakfast prep for the car the next day. You can catch her during her various states of progress.

It was Coral's turn to make breakfast.]

[fisherofmen]

[ walking out of a bedroom (*probably not his)

. . .

. . .

disappearing into sparkles. ]

[voreaciously]

[for FUCK'S SAKE

you are getting magical flypaper next time!!!]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Listen, Randy gave him booze.]

[He has not had booze in like ten years.]

You have.

The best hair.

[Suddenly drunk Dusk in the kitchn, leaning on a counter and just kind of batting at the end of her ponytail.]

[voreaciously]

You are inebriated.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Naaaaah. Only had a lil bit. And I'm a big guy.

[He is absolutely drunk.]

[voreaciously]

Of course.

[she believes you very much.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

You are all the best colors.

[Sorry, 80H.]