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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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[nohybriddadno]

[Marcel's been staying in a small hotel nearby, he's usually asleep at this hour but when it gets dark he peeks out the window, then jumps down from it.]

This is more like it.

[keymash]

[ here's your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man ]

[ who is staring ]

[nohybriddadno]

[i may have not thought that through very well]

... what is it with the spandex?

[keymash]

It's a character flaw.

[nohybriddadno]

Please don't be a criminal, I'm not in the mood for crime-fighting.

[keymash]

Red and blue makes you think criminal? Harsh.

[nohybriddadno]

Well, it's very American.

[keymash]

Don't let the Republicans hear you say that.

[nohybriddadno]

That's exactly why I said it.

[imposteur]

[Rebekah happened to be walking by when he jumps down and smiles a little.]

It's impressive, isn't it?

[nohybriddadno]

Just like home. Are you settled in yet?

[imposteur]

I'm getting there. Eventually I'll need more than just a hotel room

[nohybriddadno]

You're moving in?

[imposteur]

I was considering it.

[nohybriddadno]

Well, it'd be easy to visit.

[imposteur]

It would be. You could help me throw a housewarming party.

[nohybriddadno]

Will there be other guests?

[rolemodels]

[Jenna offers the man a small smile and nod.]

Who doesn't love a good party?

[nohybriddadno]

[Marcel smiles back and holds out a hand.]

Jenna, right? I think I saw you at book club. I'm Marcel.

[rolemodels]

[She shakes his hand.]

Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you. [a beat, then: ] You're either someone I didn't get the chance to meet in Mystic Falls, or you're from New Orleans?

[nohybriddadno]

New Orleans, the Mikaelsons came to mess with my city once they were done with your town. I told your niece some of it.

[rolemodels]

One city wasn't enough? [she asks that with a tone of bitterness towards them - she understandably has Issues with Klaus.] What kind of hell did Klaus do your place?

[nohybriddadno]

The latest thing was killing someone I was close to and compelling me to kill someone I care about. All because he can't communicate.

[rolemodels]

Well. He's a dumbass. [yeah, even the once she met him was enough.] Sorry about your friends, though. [she says that genuinely.] That.. [wasn't fair? couldn't have been easy? stating the obvious is pointless, so she trails off there.]

How long had you lived in New Orleans?

[nohybriddadno]

I was born there, I traveled during the wars but I always come back.