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It's overcast in Los Angeles, reaching down to the low-50s here in early January. Cool weather, given the usual temperatures. Raguel's seen people bundled against it all evening, blustering like they're venturing out into the Arctic. But the hint of winter in the air and the demeanor of the people only make him wish for more.
Fortunately, he can find colder climates more easily than most. He comes into Milliways, bypasses the bar and heads straight outside into the snow. Warm drinks can come later, when he really feels they're deserved. Coat open and customary bag on his shoulder, he kicks through drifts down towards the lake.
[OOC: plotlocked for tonight, thanks!]
Fortunately, he can find colder climates more easily than most. He comes into Milliways, bypasses the bar and heads straight outside into the snow. Warm drinks can come later, when he really feels they're deserved. Coat open and customary bag on his shoulder, he kicks through drifts down towards the lake.
[OOC: plotlocked for tonight, thanks!]