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[fathers_cleric]

After This encounter with Satan, or at least one of his forms.

There's a John Preston curled up in a fetal position in one of the booths.
Or at least it would be John Preston if he hadn't decided to question a fundemental force in the universe

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[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: because the mun is up late and underthreaded, and this looks fun...]

Mary Anne's two days are up and she's thrown a bathrobe over that damn bikini. Still wearing the heels, though; they're more comfortable than they look.

She's headed back to her own booth when she spots the kid. She crouches next to him. "Hey, honey, you feeling alright?" She brushes his hair back from his forehead, checking for fever.

[fathers_cleric]

Preston may be a kid but he DOES know someone who he...well...knows.

"I know you! mary!"
He struggles to a near sitting position and looks ready to pop, swallowing bile.

"You're Mary Right? s'me! john Preston!"

fucking Milliways

[song_tra_bong]

And cue the inevitable Stare.

"I'll ask how you got like this in a minute. I need something from bar--hang on, I'll be right back."

She runs to the bar (in heels! she's talented) and grabs a big plasic bowl and a damp washcloth, hoping she makes it back in time.

[fathers_cleric]

The next few seconds do not need to be described.

Suffice to say that much of what was previously digested is exposed-across the floor and narrowly, narrowly missing her heels.

Snuffling miserably the eight-year old not!preston wipes at his nose with a sleeve.

"...'sorry..."
but then there's the CANDY. And all his forgotten as he grabs for the rest.

[transgenic_max]

Because brain-breakage is fun, and because Max truly does like children, she wanders over and crouches down by the booth. "Hey, kiddo...you all right?"

[fathers_cleric]

He'd throw up but it's all out so instead he's stuffin' his face.

"Hi Max!" He waves a chocolate and sticky hand, "Want some? It's good!"
break brains, Break like there's no tomorrow.

In a gesture of good will he hands off a large swiss bar to her, half-eaten.

"Some nice guy was handing stuff out! Free candy and other things. Eat it! s'agood!"
Mouth stuffed fulla...food.

Ah, the eight year old attention span.

"

[transgenic_max]

The corners of her lips quirk upwards in a smile. Kids so rarely share, and the exuberence is kind of cute.

Wait a second...

"How'd you know my name?" With an adult, she'd be wary, paranoid. But he's a child, so she's somewhat baffled instead.

The way he's dressed seems strangely familiar.

[fathers_cleric]

"S'me!" Preston said, "John Preston ya know?"

He grins, "This is good." He grins at the chocolate, "Dinna know it but yeah! I tried some before but at the same time this sshftuff.."

Mouth full of candy.

More then meets the eye to this.

[doc_venkman]

Here's one who knows ALL about questioning all-powerful types in the bar, and been on the recieving end of it. Not so much on sick kids, but the expectant father could use preparation in that department too.
So there's a troubled Venkman stopping by on his way to attempt some sleep.
He heard the faint sounds of noisy chewing and eating, and stopped by.

He stared some, kid out late, and eating a lot of chocolate.

"Hey, might want to slow down before you eat the booth. Your folks letting you eat that much?"