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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 27, 2007 23:30:50 GMT -5
Hmm. Jack better clean up a bit too, go wash his hands and face and comb his hair so he looks at least presentable, then he'll go and find a seat (on his cousin's side, of course).
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Post by RekKa on Jun 27, 2007 23:54:55 GMT -5
Naturally.
The wedding is... very informal near as you can tell. There are a lot of people in attendance. It goes off without a hitch.
Onward, to the reception! Party party party!
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 28, 2007 0:51:03 GMT -5
(Actually, whew. I was sure something horrible would happen during the ceremony...)
Jack mingles, again gravitating towards pretty girls, and also sneaking alcohol when possible... slight of hand skills ftw!
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Post by RekKa on Jun 28, 2007 1:32:03 GMT -5
Indeedy!
Anyway, time goes fast, and before you know it, the sun starts getting pretty low in the sky... and Michael is nowhere to be seen.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 28, 2007 9:17:13 GMT -5
Hmmm. Well, if Jack can't find Michael (or Last to Sing or Takes the Dawn), he'll remember what he was told, and head out of the campground surreptitiously, angling for roughly where he came from this morning.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 29, 2007 23:23:51 GMT -5
Takes the Dawn is there to meet you. "Good. You're here." Well, not much of a greeting, but you've noticed he doesn't say much.
He's carving at a piece of wood at the moment.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 29, 2007 23:33:46 GMT -5
"Yah, Michael said ta meet outside the campground iff'n I couldn'a find him." Taking a cue from TtD, Jack will take the time he has to practice a few of his slight of hand tricks, maybe think up some new ones.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 30, 2007 0:07:23 GMT -5
Time wears on. Dawn is not much of a conversationalist, but is sure to keep an eye on you. Michael and Sings still have not come back.
Night falls, and it is soon pitch black out. You feel the change sneak up on you kind of slowly at first, then quickly if you don't fight it.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 30, 2007 11:34:10 GMT -5
He'll spend a willpower and try to resist, if necessary up to 3, but if despite that he still can't seem to get it under control he'll go ahead and change to Crinos.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 30, 2007 23:45:30 GMT -5
You stave it off for nearly ten minutes, but eventually you wear yourself out.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 1, 2007 1:49:03 GMT -5
"Aw, crap. Hey, Takes the Dawn, you have any idea why this keeps happnen' ta' me? I cannae keep from changin', an' from what I make out, that ain't roight."
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Post by RekKa on Jul 1, 2007 12:11:03 GMT -5
He shrugs. "Not a clue. Sorry."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 1, 2007 12:14:15 GMT -5
"Dammit. This better not happen every bloody night. And where th' hell is Michael?" Jack is decidedly not in a good mood.
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Post by RekKa on Jul 1, 2007 17:40:25 GMT -5
Takes the Dawn keeps whittling away at his carving, nonchalant. About ten minutes later Michael finally waltzes up with Last to Sing.
"Happened again, huh..."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 1, 2007 17:58:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, it bloody well did. Where were you? I've been waiting here fer hours!" He takes a deep breath. "I mean, it's cool an' all ta be a werewolf, but not iffen I have ta' look like this every night!"
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