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[mitanarchist]

See Collins.

See him enter the Inn.

See his shirt change to something with Government Rocks! on the front.

See how long it will take him to notice.

Bother.

[ooc: Will be in and out all evening.]

Comments

[this_minor_key]

"Y'know." Sue glances at the t-shirt, folding her arms over her sparkly chest, wand sticking out one end, with the blond, curly hair, make up, and gown she may be hard to recognize. "I think you could've got it worse. I'm jealous. I'd prefer a t-shirt that says, 'Sparkles 4 Ever'."

[mitanarchist]

"What're you---" he looks down. ".........very fucking funny, Jane. Seriously."

He raises an amused eyebrow at Sue's outfit. "Least you're sparkly."

[this_minor_key]

Sue raises an eyebrow at him with a frown.

"You seemed to miss the point that I don't want to be sparkly." She shifts in the chair. "I can't move."

[mitanarchist]

"Awww, but you look so cute."

Beat.

"Probably won't last longer than today. Probably."

[bohemian_mark]

See a filmmaker.

See a filmmaker without a costume for the first hallowe'en in his life.

See the filmmaker snicker, and pull out the camera.

[ooc: See the mun not have much time, but not be able to resist.]

[mitanarchist]

See the anarchist flip the filmmaker off.

See the anarchist sprawl gracelessly in a chair.

"Just remember I'll get my revenge," he says easily.

[bohemian_mark]

"I'm sure you will." There's a huge smirk on Mark's face. "I'm just enjoying the irony for now before I get my ass kicked into next week."

[mitanarchist]

"Enjoy it all you can, baby. It ain't gonna last."

[capital_silence]

Close on a 4-inch figure cloaked in white with wings and a harp, snickering at both the anarchist and film maker from on top of said film maker's camera.

"SNH SNH SNNNNSSSHHHHEEEEEK!" The Death of Rats has noticed just what Jane has decided to wrap around its skeletal, minute body.