LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GOOD EVENING!

[angelodellasera]

WHO: Soiree Meira, Frank Flam, and the audience
WHAT: Match of the century
WHERE: Reggio Colliseum (not a roman one you silly)
WHEN: SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY

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Re: Audience Gathering

[gunrunnergirl]

It was just about time to go, but Tenten was still debating what to bring to the match. She wasn't entirely sure it was a good idea to attend-- Franky was making her nervous, declaring himself so boldly, and the absolute last thing she wanted was to be caught in some messy inter-house brawl. On the other hand, it was Franky, and she was damn well going to watch him pound that mona wimp to a pulp. So she had her pistol, and her knife, and her dagger, like usual, but what else... running her fingertips along the edge of a certain wooden box, she murmured, "Too bad I can't take you, girl."

Tenten's hand hesitated, then reached into a deep basket of bright-colored glass dropplets ("chakra stones" to the gullible), then came up with two dull metal cannisters, one olive green, one black. She grinned and slipped both grenades into her handbag. A flash-bang toy and real one for if things got out of hand. It would have to do.

Coming up on the Coliseum, she glanced at one of the posters papering the door and laughed. "Jesus, Franky, I know they pay you well enough for at least one damn pair of pants," she muttered to herself, then continued on in.