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"Woke- OH! OHhhhhh!! You're-" His voice dipped down as he gripped the man's hand and leaned in, "One of us?? Well! Well, well well WELCOME ABOARD!!" Jerry nearly lost the brightly colored umbrella in his drink, "I'm Jerr-" He hesitated, before giving a rather obvious wink, "Jim. You play anything?? I've been trying to pull a band together for AGES but no one's ever really game. Otto's a big bundle of stage fright," He shook his head as though this was a huge travesty.

Melvin heard the announcement to move to the casino, but wasn't sure why. At Rin's apprehension to go near the edge of the ship, checking out what was happening probably wouldn't be good. Turning, he headed towards the flashing lights of the casino. "We can find something good to eat in the casino then." He said, leading her that way.

[[Exit to Casino]]

After loaning some funds to Lucky for the acquisition of more formal attire (largely to remind Song who was really the most beneficial between the two of them), Mimsy lingered around the promenade - D.H. Brooks & Co., specifically - for slightly less malicious reasons.

Well. Entirely non-malicious reasons, but the admission to Clerise that had involved the word 'care' had still not settled comfortably in her mind. Friendship was more serious a connection than she had ever intended to make, but after poring over many dictionaries and their definition of the word and its synonyms in hopes of finding a loophole to get her out of such a label...

...she had discovered that she unquestionably considered Kostya a friend by definition, despite all efforts to prevent such a thing from happening. And her aforementioned friend was somewhat ill-equipped for the requirements of this mission, despite doing better on his wardrobe choice than Lucky had. With secrecy so highly emphasized, not matching the formality of the civilians surrounding them would escalate the risk exponentially. That would be foolish, and she had no intention of involving herself with any amount of irrationality on a mission again. She didn't need another statue or timeloop death, so she did nothing to discourage a visit to the costly venues of the promenade upon their arrival.

She waited, arms crossed, nose wrinkled in disgust as she tuned out the jests Svensyl made over her pal. Maybe she could research a method to give him to Clerise--or, no. On second thought, a method to silence him entirely, or contort his speech into something useful. He held far too many of her weakest moments; her cousin was an idiot, but not stupid enough to pass up such opportunities.

She opened her mouth to yawn, but a scream came instead. From someone else. And several screams followed. Frowning, she glanced over her shoulder to ensure that the chaos was not coming from Kostya's location. Satisfied that it was not, she casually stood and did absolutely nothing, because there was nothing less suspicious than someone not running away from a potential massacre.

Going back to his room sounded like a good idea. But staying with Stormy also sounded like a really good idea, Gale hemming and hawing internally and hoping it didn't show on his face.

"Ah..." he said. "I'm, er...I'm fine."

And I really don't want to leave you alone with this guy, even if he's acting nice, Gale thought to himself, and then gave a mental sigh because he was acting -

<< Jealous. You're jealous. >>

...I am not.

<< You are. Calm down, you don't want to make her more nervous than she already is, remember? Besides, you said yourself, you didn't want to make things awkward for the two of you. >>

...I just...

<< I know. >>

"Let's just sit for now," said Gale. "I can rest later." He glanced at Stormy's phone and smiled a little, weaving through groups of people to the table, where he pulled out Stormy's chair for her first before taking a seat in his own. "Texting anyone fun?"

The appearance of one Harland Belle made Gale glance up, and he smiled a little, in spite of the awkwardness.

"Stormy, Dorian, this is Harland," he said. "He's new. Harland, this is Stormy, and Dorian - Dorian's also new, he - "

There was a sudden thump and then screams and Gale was instantly on his feet again, pushing back his chair with a scrape.

"Harland, go with Dorian," he said immediately as the speakers began to flare with voices. "Stormy, come on - "

He gestured for her to follow her, stopped, and then turned around again.

"Text me so I know you guys are all right?" he told Dorian and Harland. "Get somewhere safe, all right?"

Ofelia had been pleased to know that she wasn't the one who hurt Jake, not that she would have remembered it if she had, and she sighed deeply but had it cut off the moment Before wrapped a jacket around her waist. The mist hunter got a very puzzled look (her legs weren't even cold) but before Ofelia could say anything there were shots and a thud.

" . . . . . . not good." Was all she managed to say. "Cherry, get Jake somewhere safe okay? Ah got a full hunter suite y'all can use ta rest in." The card key she had was tossed to the life hunter, apparently already forgetting how uneasy and unhappy she'd been with the pair earlier. "Ah'mma go check out that noise. Clover, ya wanna come 'long?" She had his jacket around her waist, she assumed he'd follow.

There was still some nagging at the base of her skull that things here were going to get bad but now...maybe this was the mission? The real adventure? "Ah'm goin'." And with that she sort of...marched off. The jacket on the front of her dress totally didn't match.

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Then, Ofelia was gone, ran off in a tizzy, being followed by another new person. All these people around him had started to make his head spin a little, and spent a bit of time quietly watching, lapping at the ice cream that Stormy had given him, muttering a quiet, (and french) thank you to the small Misty.

You are a man of many words. It was a simple sentance, floating through his mind, which made him give the softest snort in response. Not like that really proved otherwise to Justice

It didn't take long for the awkward trio to be introduced further, eyebrows raising a little at the man before him.

Texan? American? His accent was different, something he'd rarely see on TV - moreso in Europe than Quebec. Clearing his throat a little, he offered his hand out to shake the hand of the new acquaintance. "'Arland. hhh-arland." He tried to pronounce, his accent debunking the Hs. "Enchanté - uh, - Nice to meet you." He got out at least, before the sudden hullabaloo happened, and Stormy and Gale meandered away, in attempts to figure out what happened.

Eyebrows raised, he kind of looked around, feeling a little lost, before peering up to the newly acquainted hunter, trying to figure out what they should do.

"Uhh. Casino ou ..." he trailed, pointing to where a few people were meandering to.

Sitting sounded okay. Maybe if she got off her feet...She blinked as someone else came into view, an acquaintance of Gale's. she managed a smile for him and a small nod, content to lick her ice cream--

Until someone screamed.

The noise made her go pale, and Stormy was more than willing to be with someone now, awkward or not. She gripped Gale's hand and gave him an unsure look and squeezed his hand. She had just wanted a nice short break to talk...But duty called.

"Lead the way, Mr. Turner."

( exit to somewhere idk workkkkkk )

Harland now felt the sticky White Russian on his bare skin, and startled; "Would ye please excuse me for a second," he apologized hastily, turning around to lick the icecream off.

☆≼Disgusting.≽

Coyote seemed to bring out the worst in him, because Harland bit down even thinking about a retort having to do with the fact he was still corporeal while Coyote was stuck as sheriff's badge belly button jewelry.

Harland merely turned around to face them, again. "Some things can't be helped," Harland said, shrugging with a smile, and taking a bite of his icecream as Gale introduced him to the others. He kind of liked this kid; he seemed a little stiff, but not like a bad guy. He had probably just seen and dealt with far more by his age than he ever should have had to.

Though Harland suspected many of them were like that, at Deus. He suppressed a shudder as memories of what he'd gone through filtered into his mind.

Thankfully, he was spared further painful recollections as a sudden loud noise stirred him from his thoughts-- and then Gale was leaving, taking the girl with him? And he was alone, with... "Yeah, Harland's my name, Dorian... I look forward to workin' with ye," Harland said, beaming and raising his name tag. He then looked down at it, and read it for the first time: Tabasco Butler? What the hell kind of name was that? He made a faintly disconcerted face, and then looked back at Dorian, thinking: which way did he want to go, anyway? Well, he really already knew: he wanted to investigate, of course. It just took him a while to say it.

☆≼Get your sweet mutt a** moving, Harland Leander Belle, or we'll miss out on all the good action!≽

"If ye don't mind, might we check out the source of the sound?" Harland asked, resting his thumbs in the cigarette-burnt vest pockets and smiling at Dorian, waiting politely for agreement.

☆≼GO! Were you raised in a cloud of smog? WE'LL MISS EVERYTHING INTERESTING.≽

[[EXITING TO INVESTIGATION]]