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[gone_byebye]

There've been some interesting reports of a general feeling of bad mojo emanating from the pylons on the Bronx side of the Throgs Neck Bridge over the past several days, so Ray and Egon've been investigating the area like crazy. It's not bad most of the time, working outdoors when slime isn't involved, but the winds pick up like crazy at bad

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[poisonwine]

There is a young assassin, who's bright and sunny mood has returned after the large hissy fit that was Sunday. She grins at Ray as she pads over to the bar for her breakfast.

[gone_byebye]

Ray waves back. "Hi there!" he says brightly; he's in a good mood in general, although to be fair that's sort of Ray's default setting. "How's it going?"

[poisonwine]

Belle beams back. "Bon! How are you?"

She wanders back over after a moment, with coffee and a plate of beignets. Her choice of breakfast foods was justified by the fact that she had to spar with most of the older students that week. Sugar is good when you know you're going to be covered in bruises soon.

[gone_byebye]

"Oh, doing all right- we got some slime-free investigation done on a major piece of city infrastructure the past few days, my nephews are coming along nicely with their Jedi training, the Aquarium's just issued me a free lifetime admission pass, and I'm going to begin work on grinding the Monopod teeth I was able to recover into functional knifeblades sometime tonight. How about yourself?"

It's entirely likely that Ray said all of that without stopping for breath, knowing him.