[20, Video/Action, SO OTA YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.]

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[The comm bursts to life with a blast of jazz music, broadcasting all across the school. Lottie appears on the screen, seemingly quite tipsy and in very good humor. She was decked out in a very special outfit, the flask in her garter visible, and perhaps a little more outlandish and… burlesque… than most people would expect from her. To go along

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ACTION!

[fellking]

[He's going to ignore the broadcast because he's out and about because Mardis Gras means he can get drunk and not feel guilty. While he's nowhere near as dressy as Facilier, Xaldin is still dressed rather nicely. He also has an alcoholic beverage in his hand as he searches for anything remotely combustible.

Guess who's making fireworks, Academy?]

ACTION!

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[And over runs Lottie, jumping around him and putting multicolored beads around his neck.]

Happy Mardi Gras, Mistah!

[fellking]

[He'll laugh rather warm-heartedly if that's possible for Xaldin.]

Thank you, Madame. May your evening be pleasant.

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[We'll pretend it is. And if not, Lottie's too tipsy and happy to notice. Lottie grins back at him, maybe giving him a playful hip bump nudge.]

You too, Mistah! 'Membah not t'let th'spirits get you though!

/th-th-th-threadjack!

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[Xigbar appears with a flash of purple light and a cracking sound. His warp is much less elegant than it usually is, and given the way he leans heavily against Xaldin's other side, it obviously due to some alcohol in his system.]

If you're talkin' about these spirits [he raises the alcohol in Xaldin's hand for her to see], s'pro'ly too late for us.

[He laughs sharply at apparently nothing and jerks a thumb over his shoulder at a floating crate he's gotten his hands on.] Need some help, dude?

/incoherant noises of Lottie's confusion <3

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[Lottie applauds his entrance; yay magicians!]

Well, frankly, I don't think those are th'ones you need t'worry 'bout. I sure as heck aren't worryin' 'bout mine. [She sticks out her hip a little to let the flask catch a gleam of sunlight.]

Ooh! What's in there?

there is a Xigbar moment perfect for this but icons ;A; wry

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Fireworks. [Xigbar spreads his fingers and waves his hands in slow open palmed circles.] So many pilfered fireworks that the sky will light up for days.

that face. nightmare fuel. ;;

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Oooh! Well, don't shoot them off quite yet... no fun when it's not dark enough outside!