[ Helen is taking a moment to enjoy the quiet. Everyone is either asleep or doing their own things in the Sanctuary. She did notice the absence of one arachnid induced human, but, he's usually out and about saving the day. ]
[ Oh, son of a bitch. You know? Eagles are one things, but why are hawks always tormenting the hell out of him? Seriously. Always with the hawks. It's like Samuel L. Jackson and snakes on planes.
[You know the best part? This one doesn't get the reference.
Staring back, spreading his wings out for a moment before nestling there. More staring. ... Then pecking at the glass again, same furious manner as before. He wants in, man. He won't be denied.]
[She was thankful for the cool air of the bar. The heat outside, while nowhere near as unbearable as other places of the world, was not welcome. She sits at a small, circular table towards the middle of the bar, several maps and a small notebook in front of her. A mojito sits off to the left, just within reach if she needs it. She's slightly hunched over her table, scribbling away in the notebook. She hums along absently with the music coming from the jukebox, even though she hasn't heard that song in years.]
[There might be a sudden presence behind her, then someone bending over her shoulder, just to get a look at her notes. Have a certain fortune seeker in your business, Miss Fisher. He throws a smile at her, a beer in one hand as he uses the other to brace himself on her chair.]
[She jerks just a little at the feel of someone right behind her. Elena glances over her shoulder to give Drake a look.] Anyone ever tell you, you should wear a bell?
[Sheepish look at that, then a shrug as he slides into the empty seat beside her.} I do a good enough job of making myself known without a bell, thanks.
[He stands outside, staring off into the distance. He was inside the bar where it was cooler. However, between being in a strange place and given what had happened to him in the past few months, He was not really willing to be around all those people. Besides, as long as he kept the monster in check, this heat wasn't so bad.]
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[For now, Peter is swinging through the city in full costume, thoroughly hating the heat.]
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I suppose that depends on your intentions.
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That's a bird. That is a very big bird and it- wait, does it want in? Huh, that's new...]
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But, he goes to the window. Stare. ]
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Staring back, spreading his wings out for a moment before nestling there. More staring. ... Then pecking at the glass again, same furious manner as before. He wants in, man. He won't be denied.]
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[She was thankful for the cool air of the bar. The heat outside, while nowhere near as unbearable as other places of the world, was not welcome. She sits at a small, circular table towards the middle of the bar, several maps and a small notebook in front of her. A mojito sits off to the left, just within reach if she needs it. She's slightly hunched over her table, scribbling away in the notebook. She hums along absently with the music coming from the jukebox, even though she hasn't heard that song in years.]
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Let me guess - you chose the song on the jukebox?
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Let a guy have a moment.
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