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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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wow sorry this got buried!

[lockwouldnt]

I'll take your word for it. [He manages a laugh, despite the slight agitation in his voice. It's not every day that a parade had seemingly chased him halfway across town.]

So were all the parties as wild as this? Or is this pretty big as far as things go?

no worries!

[imposteur]

Most of them were wild, if not quite this loud. It's not much of an exaggeration.

❤

[lockwouldnt]

Huh. [Under normal circumstances, that would be his kind of party. Normal circumstances, though, also allowed him to not be in the middle of things when a parade interrupts him.

Said parade also just dropped more beads into his hand. Tyler, for the most part, groans before offering them up towards Rebekah. (To be fair, this one would've still handed them over even if he knew it was her.)]

You want them? Or - if you're from here, you must have thousands of these.

[imposteur]

I do, but one more pair can't hurt.

[She can feel for Tyler, she can, her brother ruined his life but she'll never completely forgive him for trying to harm her niece. As far as she's concerned that's crossing a line.]

[lockwouldnt]

Probably not. [He holds them out to her. The parade's handing these - and some other stuff out - like candy. Beads and little trinkets, he gets.

But did someone just get breakfast handed to them? On a plate, no less? Tyler's attention is so momentarily gone as he witnesses heaping plates of scrambled eggs and mugs of coffee get distributed. Why couldn't they have given him food instead of pelting him with beads? Coba, your logic. It never makes sense.]

... On second thought, maybe I could go for what they're handing out.

[imposteur]

See? There's a bright side to any thing.

[boys. so easily distracted sometimes.]

[lockwouldnt]

[He's a little TOO easily distracted right now. Granted, he's talking to a cute girl AND there's steaming hot plates of breakfast - but he should be more focused on the girl, not the food.]

No kidding. Wanna see if they'll bring us breakfast too?

[imposteur]

[She shakes her head, not wanting to prolong her interaction with him.]

I'm not really hungry.

[lockwouldnt]

Your loss. [He grins, mostly as a way to reassure her that he's not insulted by her wanting to cut this short.]

But I hope you have a good Mardi Gras. [He's gonna run after that float too, yelling about scrambled eggs and hashbrowns - and this time, it even comes on a silver platter.]