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Room 210, Friday Afternoon
Mar. 6th, 2015 10:49 pmEzra was back from a whirlwind trip back to the general Boston area.
They hadn't actually killed anyone this time, so, that was a pleasant enough change. But they had implied the possibility pretty heavily. That had been new. They hadn't usually had to do that kind of thing. If a Coterie team showed up, you were usually aware that you'd screwed up. In fact, you were usually already running, even before you knew there was a firebug involved.
But this had been different. Guess Alistair was trying out the new politics he'd said he would.
All Ezra really knew was that his head was buzzing. He'd taken a shower, and was pacing around his room in a pair of pants, but without a shirt, drying his hair with a towel. A restless fox was a potentially dangerous thing.
He really needed a plan for tonight.
[ooc: Open door/post!]
They hadn't actually killed anyone this time, so, that was a pleasant enough change. But they had implied the possibility pretty heavily. That had been new. They hadn't usually had to do that kind of thing. If a Coterie team showed up, you were usually aware that you'd screwed up. In fact, you were usually already running, even before you knew there was a firebug involved.
But this had been different. Guess Alistair was trying out the new politics he'd said he would.
All Ezra really knew was that his head was buzzing. He'd taken a shower, and was pacing around his room in a pair of pants, but without a shirt, drying his hair with a towel. A restless fox was a potentially dangerous thing.
He really needed a plan for tonight.
[ooc: Open door/post!]
