The Park, Sunday Night

[blondecanary]

"My laugh is an evil laugh... Ha ha ha ha DIE!"

Tamsin twirled, jumped up on a park bench, then jumped off. Yesss, she was drunk. Yes, she was in a good mood.

That meant she was looking for a fight. Just as soon as she was done singing about dinosaurs.

[Violent vivid Valkyrie looking for entertainment. Open to anyone up for thrown words or

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly, blissfully unaffected by the weekend's flavor of wackiness, had spent most of his time hanging out in the apartment watching Stevesie and Dean the hedgehog go on adventures. Well, they looked like adventures to him, anyway.

By nightfall, he'd realized he hadn't actually really left the apartment of the diner in days, and it was time to get out and give this whole "running" thing a try.

Which would be why he was jogging through the park when he heard a familiar voice singing about . . . evil laughter?

"Dinah?"

[blondecanary]

Tamsin spun at the voice, and cocked her head, grinning. "Nope. She's in Canada, I guess. If she's anywhere." She wandered forward, hands behind her back, earrings brushing her shoulders. "Who're you, mortal?"

[lovemykilt]

She looked different enough for it not to be a gremlin bite, which meant either Dinah had a doppelganger on the island, or it was one of those weekends. "Priestly," he said, offering his hand. "Mortal? You hinting that you're not?"

[blondecanary]

"Nope." Tamsin took his hand, and spun herself around him, then back, eyes glittering. "I'm Fae. Enjoying a holiday on your cute little crazy island."

[glacial_witch]

Karla fell into the pond with a splash and then surfaced, pissed off and sputtering. Ooooh! Fuck that protection spell right in its bloody ear!

She let loose a string of Eyrien curses, trying to figure out who she was going to throttle first.

[blondecanary]

"How the hell did I end up back here?" Tamsin said aloud, sloshing to vertical, and then pointed at Karla. "You did this, didn't you. You coward."

[glacial_witch]

Question: answered.

"No, you stupid bitch," Karla snapped. "The wards at Caritas did it. I'm only too happy to kick your ass."

Besides, if Karla had made a grand getaway, she wouldn't have landed in the duck pond of all places.

Idiot.

Though the finer points of the argument would have to wait, because Karla was using Craft to try to yank Tamsin's feet out from under her.

[blondecanary]

Tamsin spluttered at feeling her legs jerk forward, dunking her underwater and narrowly missing a duck as she did so.

Who came up with stupid spells like that and put them on bars? They were next on her list.

First, though, was teeny blond. Tamsin held her breath and wriggled around, then arrowed straight toward Karla's feet, grabbing her ankle in a grip far tighter than Dinah would have used. And pull!