The Gig, Sunday

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The temperatures were starting to creep down into ranges where Firekeeper would have to wear boots outside, and she was not best pleased about that. For now, though, she was content to stay in the barn with the horses and Blind Seer, where it was reasonably warm.

The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

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Mitchell wouldn't be able to afford staying in Fandom for much longer. A few more days until the full moon in Bristol - tonight here, but time had shifted some on its own axis, and... well, he wasn't a scientist.

The fact of the matter was that he didn't have a great deal of time left to him in Fandom. He contemplated calling Chloe, but that felt awkward somehow; she was a student, and, well. Then there was Max, but Max was Max.

At the end of it all, the Perk had seemed the best choice. It tended to be a hub for people of all stripes. If he wanted to bump into someone he know, say his last goodbyes, it was most likely here.

So he ordered a coffee and sat down, staring out the window.

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Caritas | Sunday

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After spending half the day trying to muddle through his online homework for French, Clark thought he deserved a nice break in the form of a soda and some zombie entertainment.

He had no idea Tino would be the entertaining part of his night. "No, I'm not paying to see that," Clark told the bartender for the third time, hoping it was the charm. "I don't actually want to know if it's possible."

Really, best not to ask when it came to Tino's tricks.

Caritas was open.