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Who: Faith & Castiel - or Faith and you!
Where: Faith's at a Hostel. In a private room. They don't let crazy people share rooms because the crazy person spends all the time there going: "Who took my knife!"
What: Visit Faith in Paris! Help her not starve. Teach her something French.
When: Anywhere from the 19th to the 24th! Just let me know, the date somewhere in your tag.
Notes: None right now.
Faith had stayed in worse places. At least in this place her television worked and the mini-fridge didn't smell like someone had been storing black-market organs in it for a month. This was actually pretty decent, but it didn't have the space her old place did. Then again, who was going to argue with her when she had the square footage of a gentleman's club back at Paradisa.
She had heat, a shower, and clothing. Faith could manage with that. Plus, she had people offering to bring her food. The angel that she'd accosted at that wine party was already talking about bringing her mac & cheese.
Maybe Paris wouldn't be so bad at all. She'd hang out at her place, take a few tours, see what trouble was out there -- maybe even hit a club or two. She could manage Paris.