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[hexappeal]

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.

Comments

[trueltning_fury]

Civilians don't. I tend to behave as a normal civilian as much as I can.

[dangerous missions to Mexico or Greenland notwithstanding]

[hexappeal]

They can, yeah. [A beat as she leans over the arm of the chair and makes a small gesture. Give or take a few seconds and a small case of beer is floating over and dropping itself off at the coffee table between them. She pulls a fresh one out for herself.] I can't tell if you're being modest or you're just very humble.

[trueltning_fury]

I'm being honest. [and eyeballing the magic beer. Of all things, that's the one trick he's most impressed by. And he'll need a fresh one soon himself]

[hexappeal]

And I'm saying that just because you can't perceive yourself as popular doesn't mean you aren't. Or, that someone isn't attached to you in some way or thinks you're cool or whatever. [She isn't entirely sure about all that alternate universe kind of stuff.]

[trueltning_fury]

[so much disbelief] ...you're serious?

[why no, the War of Four Walls taught him nothing]

[hexappeal]

...why wouldn't I be?

[trueltning_fury]

[just this face for a solid minute. Really, Zee? REALLY?]

[hexappeal]

If you keep making that expression, your face may get stuck like that. [HEH.]

[trueltning_fury]

Hm. [don't even think about it, Zee]

You're only giving me more reasons to stay up here in the suite, you realize.