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[hybridtherapy]

WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: Mingle!
WHERE: Somewhere in the city
WHEN: Day 3, morning

[It's a beautiful morning in this part of Coba! The sun is shining, the birds are singing - or at least they were until a few seconds ago. Suddenly, the city is plunged into darkness again, and the streets start to fill with people dressed in outrageous costumes. There's music in the air and all traffic is stopped for the parade of revellers heading down the street. Anyone from New Orleans might find the spectacle rather familiar, but for anyone else it's still an excuse to party like the night never ended]

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[bloodymess]

[that gets a laugh out of Damon, and he reaches for the bottle to refill his drink, his expression nothing but amused]

Yep, that asshole. Not that I want to give the guy any credit, he's lumped in with the other idiots for being completely useless, but he did do some things that turned out to be close to useful.

[lockwouldnt]

Of course he did. He's still me, after all. [A weird hybrid version of him, granted.]

If I didn't think it'd break the universe, I'd try to meet him.

[bloodymess]

If he does show up, I'll make sure to be far away for the meeting of the Lockwood brain trust.

[lockwouldnt]

Hey! It'll be one short, productive meeting. [Provided one of them doesn't attempt to knock the other out.]

Bet you won't even be in the same part of town, if it ever happens.

[bloodymess]

I'm hoping and praying that I won't be.