Caritas- Saturday

[solo_sword]

Jaina walked into work today completely not hungover. The same could not be said for Tino, who seemed to be nursing one hell of a headache. Jaina decided to be nice enough to get him some water, but this probably didn't help much when the zombies really seemed to be playing louder than usual on purpose.

Once again she was just going to be really glad she didn't party that hard, though she was wondering what kind of party there'd been to still be hungover now.

Mystery Sign Theatre, Saturday

[chosehumanity]

The theater staff had said something cheerfully about 'playing a fun old comedy to lead in the new year', but Mitchell hadn't really been listening. After a while, they'd caught on to it: the boss's dorky demeanour was gone, replaced by something colder, and a little more alien. They decided to make themselves scarce as a result, albeit not before putting up the sign.

TODAY'S SHOWING:
LADS IN LEGGINGS
HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Mitchell's New Year was not. Panicked text messages in his phone predicted rather auspicious things for the next few days, at that. Not just here, but in Bristol. Fucking brilliant.

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