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[hexappeal]

WHO: I'll get back to you on that.
WHERE: Outside the City, at Diana and Zee's place.
WHEN: 3 PM on Sunday, May 20th.
WARNINGS: I'll get back to you on this, also.
SUMMARY: See this post.
FORMAT: Respond however you want.


It shouldn't come as a shock to anyone that Zatanna's house is even bigger on the inside than it appears from the curb. It also shouldn't come as a shock that the backyard is the same; while it's normally rather large, she's put forth a great deal of energy into making it big enough to hold a waterpark. It also isn't visible from the front yard or around the privacy gate. If someone were to take an aerial photo, all they'd see is a moderate-sized empty yard full of shrubbery and a patio set. There's obviously no reason Mitch shouldn't attend in a speedo, right?

There are tables of snacks and drinks, some of which are alcoholic -- but don't worry, if anyone under 21 grabs one, it turns into ginger ale. As boasted in her text, there is, in fact, cake. Two different kinds (neither with nuts just in case someone has allergies), one vanilla and covered in strawberries and the other a fancy-looking, layered chocolate. Both were bought from a little hole-in-the-wall bakery several blocks from her home that she and Larsa have been frequenting.

Though it is her birthday, Zatanna is playing gracious hostess, while wearing a very fitting swimsuit and occasionally toting around a cat or two.

This is sort of open. Feel free to tag in with whatever. c:

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[newbvampire]

[While she can be in the sun now without burning up Seras still isn't fond of it, so she's sitting in a beach chair under an umbrella doing her best to have a good time and be social.]

[backatthehotel]

[Wait, wait, isn't that -- isn't she... what's she doing out in the daytime?]

...didn't 'spect to see you here, officer.

[newbvampire]

I guess it is a little early for me isn't?

[backatthehotel]

Something like that.

[A crooked grin. The alcohol makes it easier to be friendly than it might be otherwise.]

Shame in me for making assumptions, I s'pose.

[newbvampire]

Well you wouldn't be the first and at least you weren't screaming about how I'd want to drink you're blood, or something else absurd like that.

[backatthehotel]

Now, I know you wouldn't do that.

[He does, in fact, seem very confident.]

[newbvampire]

You'd be surprised how hard it was to convince some people of that.

[backatthehotel]

I like to consider myself --

[Ah, why not? He sets himself down on the beach chair next to hers, perched on the edge.]

I like to consider myself a fairly decent judge of character. You're a copper. And you take your job seriously. You wouldn't go round just biting innocents, in broad daylight. Or moonlight.

[newbvampire]

I try to. It isn't always easy with some of the cases we have to deal with.

[backatthehotel]

No?

[newbvampire]

Well when someone steals a bunch of plastic pink flamingos out of an imPort's yard because it doesn't match the neighborhood's decor it's a little hard to be serious. Really with all the things that go on in this place and someone is worried about that?

[backatthehotel]

[Snorts in disbelief. Then laughs a bit.]

You're fucking with me.

Christ. That's people for you. Real damn good at worrying 'bout the pettiest things.

[newbvampire]

I just wish they didn't commit crimes in the process so I have to waste time dealing with it.

[backatthehotel]

'But surely they won't care about a little thing like that! It's barely even a crime!' [Puts on this high-pitched, old-Scottish-lady voice.]

[newbvampire]

[Seras couldn't help snorting out a laugh at that.]

It probably was a little old lady and knowing my luck I'll have to arrest in front of her friends during their bridge match.

[backatthehotel]

That's what my money's on. That, or a lot of drunk kids.

Too much time on their hands, either way.

[newbvampire]

I think if it was drunk kids they wouldn't have left a very strongly worded, but polite note about not putting the flamingos back up.