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[capemods]

WHO: A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE, PART DEUX
WHERE: the City! Or, in Jaime's case, space.
WHEN: the morning after these shenanigans, at any time
SUMMARY: Everybody who's been hit by the aftershock from Vector and Chronos' profound failure has to come to at some point! And this is where you file those threads of heinous confusion. It's time for still wasted from the party last night; the re-re-re-re-remix.

That was quite a night, huh? But whatever you did, it's time to wake up now.

Or eventually. Either way.

The circumstances surrounding them may be radically different, but everyone who was affected by the temporal shock has two things in common: a mind that draws a complete blank when it comes to the events of the previous evening, and a killer headache. Enjoy.

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[satisfiedsigner]

"I didn't drink much back then," he murmured. "It was hard to get anything good."

He fell silent, just enjoying Alastair's presence for a moment. It had been a while since they'd just hung out like this. Even entertaining him during work a few days ago had been full of distractions.

"You know, we haven't done something with just us for a while. No Bakura, no work..."

[hackeralastair]

Alastair breathed a quiet, content sigh. "Yeah, I know," he said ruefully. "I've been crazy busy, and all kinds of other stuff keeps coming up." He pulled back just enough in order to grin at Kiryu. "You wanna get out of here without anybody tagging along? Just us?"

[satisfiedsigner]

"Yeah, like this whole mess." Kiryu smirked back up at him. "I would love that. I'll even let you pick where."

[hackeralastair]

"Oooo~..." Alastair bent his head and pressed their foreheads together, so they could have an intimate little space for him to grin and make evil plans. "Well, I'm kinda hungry. Wanna go to Chinatown and get the real deal? And then, I don't know, maybe just ride around for a while. Tear up the city on our bikes."