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WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!

Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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You should buy me something overpriced and useless.

A signed photograph of yourself?

Oh, you are just darling -- [She squeezes his arm, grinning.] -- aren't you? As tempting as that is, no. Jerk.

A magic wand? I hear they're selling out everywhere.

That's pretty useless, but I am thinking more along the line of hats. And you have to get a matching one. [She's starting off into the crowd now, walking slow enough so as not to miss a thing.]

Don't you have a hat you like?

Not a top hat.

What kind of hat?

A cool one. Also maybe one that you like. [If he can find one that isn't absolutely hideous.]

I'll do my best.

[And another perfect opportunity for the fans as Zatanna holds his arm close and leans in to give his shoulder a quick, appreciative nuzzle.] You always do, don't you?

[He doesn't seem bothered as he approaches a booth selling hats]

You don't think I should get a top hat?

[Nailed it. With deft fingers, she takes one by the brim and spins it around before placing it upon his head without hesitation.]

You should, yes.

[Cameras go off, snap snap snap, and it looks pretty good on him]

People will mistake me for a magician.

Is there something wrong with that? [It matches his suit. :3]

[He shrugs]

No.

[She tips it forward but keeps her hands on his shoulders.]

You should get it.

[He raises his eyebrows]

I'll never wear it.

Yes, you will.

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