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WHO: Laura, Zuko, Feferi, Sollux, Santo
WHAT: Team II vs. Paramilitary professionals
WHERE: Disneyland, Roger Rabbit’s Car Toon Spin
WHEN: Monday night
WARNINGS: Violence, death

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[action]

[stabbityhooker]

[Laura was planning on sneaking into this place all by herself, but when she catches the scents of Zuko, Santo and Sollux, she quietly follows after them. Laura is in completely mission mode. Her claws are out and ready to kill, and she's carrying a gun on her back.

She moves closer to the group, not saying anything until they notice her.

[action]

[im_good_now]

[Zuko looked at the map in his hand and tried not to stare at the bright displays of cartoon characters that now loomed sixteen feet over people's heads. Even the map he was holding seemed entirely ridiculous for what they were about to do. He wished he knew the people who were here better. The fact that they hadn't fought or trained together put them at a disadvantage. And the fact that he didn't know them well at all kinda made it worse.

But he wasn't going to forget the mission. What they had to do. He takes a deep breath and glances at everyone before noticing something in the shadows. He's ready to move fast if he needs to.]

Who are you?

[action]

[stabbityhooker]

[Laura steps out, menancing look on her face.]

I smell men close. Be armed.

[action]

[seeingtwofold]

[Sollux had been traveling along with Zuko and the others, keeping close by Feferi's side, though he almost jumps when Laura appears out of the shadows.]

[He's been apprehensive thanks to a night full of foreboding extrasensory whispers, so her words don't particularly surprise him.]

Shit - Laura - do they know we're here?

[He immediately wonders about the other two teams.]

After the fight [action! open to Laura]

[im_good_now]

[Zuko took a deep breath and carefully stood up before taking notice of his surroundings. All of the soldiers who attacked them were dead. He didn't really notice the blood on his clothes but at least it wasn't a lot. Now that the danger was over, he took stock of himself. A bullet had grazed his left arm. He started looking around for something to tie it with.]