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Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

GOB was juggling shot glasses. It was actually going pretty well. "Juggling is a tool all illusionists should master," he explained to Tino. "It requires dexterity, hand-eye coordination, and it can make you look completely badass if you do it with something sharp, flaming, or both. Give me more glasses.

Tino slid several glasses over. One of them was filled.

This did not end well.

"COME ON!" GOB yelled as he dripped. "Don't mess with Art, Tino!"

[OOC: Open and around.]

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Maybe you could juggle on stage!

The little gingerbread man seemed to have gotten lost. He wasn't sure where he was, but now he was in a big room and what was this big wooden platform thing?

One of the zombies in the band went "Rrrr" and tried to kick at him, as the little guy was in the light, and the gingerbread man went "EEEE" very silently and scurried back off the stage as quickly as his little weetiny legs would carry him. If he had a nose, he'd say this fleshy person smelled bad.

"Encore!" GOB yelled. Seeing the little thing get kicked was funny.

The gingerbread man didn't have fingers, but if he did, GOB would have been getting a very rude gesture!

"Yeah, bite me," GOB laughed.

The gingerbread man absolutely fled at the word 'bite.' No biting, noooooo!

Go ahead, get some liquid courage in you before performing.

"My head doesn't hurt anymore," Becky said by way of greeting. "Booze now."

"Good. Did you see the little bread guy?" GOB asked, getting a beer for Becky.

"The what?" she asked, blinking.

"There was this little gingerbread guy," GOB said. "One of the zombies kicked him. It was great!"

"...did you hit your head?"

"A shot glass might have hit me," GOB said. "But that's not a big deal."

Becky narrowed her eyes. "How? Did someone throw it at you?"

"Tino put something in the glasses I was juggling. It spilled on me and broke my coordination," GOB explained. "And a glass. And it's coming out of your check, Tino!"

Tino seemed okay with this.

"Why were you juggling?" she wondered.

"I was bored," GOB said.

"I didn't know you could," she mused.

"All illusionists should be able to juggle," GOB said, going into his performance voice. "It requires dexterity, hand-eye coordination, and it can make you look completely badass if you do it with something sharp, flaming, or both."

Yes, that's exactly what he told Tino, too. It's a line that he practiced in case the subject of his juggling ever came up in casual conversation.

"I have my lighter," Becky said thoughtfully, looking for flammable things to juggle.

GOB made a complicated hand motion and started to pull handkerchiefs out of his sleeve. "And I have things to juggle," he said, starting to untie them after five were out.

This was a bad idea.

"You can make sure not to set me on fire, right?" she checked, pulling out her Zippo.

"I'm a master at my trade," GOB said, finishing untying the handkerchiefs.

Tino had quietly fetched the fire extinguisher. No reason why.

I can even juggle accounts!

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