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city_limits_npc ([info]city_limits_npc) wrote in [info]city_limits,
@ 2009-01-01 02:13:00

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Entry tags:avery adlam, darian, erato, faith lehane, francess penn, grace hutchinson, hayden maragos, isabelle shaw, juliet winters, logan guevera, melinda berkeley, purity storms, rhiannon lee, rosalyn voorhies, sonya ramius, thea daughtrey, thread-open, victoria foxworth, warner haig, whistler

New Year's Eve 2013: North Avenue Beach (Thread 1)
Outside the southeastern boundary of the Lincoln Park blockade, a jetty jutted out into Lake Michigan and formed a widened beach at the end of North Avenue. The location was beautiful. In addition to the water access, it had a spectacular view of the city, which was part of the reason that it was selected as the site of a New Year's Eve party. The lakefront made it an ideal setting for a bonfire and safer for fireworks, and the proximity to military and policing units might fend off the worst of the criminal element.

The party would feature hot food and drinks, alcohol served out of a land-based cruise ship called Castaways, live local music, a jumbotron screen of the celebration in Times Square, and a miniature ball drop at midnight. Vendors set up booths to sell colorful party hats, crazy glasses, and noisemakers.

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[info]averyisgone
2009-01-01 02:11 pm UTC (link)
There was just something about the beach, even in the dead of winter. It didn't have the sea salt smell of the ocean, and the waves were downsized, but Avery could still feel the shifting sand beneath his feet. Seagulls circled and landed, picking at stray food wrappers and refuse. Music spilled out of strategically placed speakers, and the volleyball nets had been taken down to make more room for revelers.

The vampire drifted away from the crowds. There was still a smattering of people where he settled down and sat, but they were a more subdued crowd, obviously preferring conversation over partying at least for the moment.

The water was a dark expanse, and when he turned his head to the left he could make out the glowing lights of the Navy Pier ferris wheel off in the distance. He turned a noisemaker over in his fingers, taking in the sights.

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[info]out_of_body
2009-01-01 02:51 pm UTC (link)
With a vampire's supernatural hearing, it would be nearly impossible to sneak up on them unnoticed, but Francess was counting on the sheer number of people walking by to distract Avery for a moment. She didn't waste any time coming to a crouch behind him and sliding her hands over his eyes.

"Guess who?"

As whenever she attempted an act that was mischievous, she had a moment's panic that something would go wrong. Say, for instance, having just grabbed the wrong person, even though she knew fully well it was him, or the slim possibility that Avery hadn't switched back into the proper body just yet.

Having had a bit of time to settle in her own, Francess found herself more comfortable than she remembered being in it before. Since it was New Year's and a special occasion, she had taken time to find her best warm clothes instead of piling on layers of nonsense, and to put on make-up as well.

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[info]averyisgone
2009-01-01 05:15 pm UTC (link)
Avery knew he was supposed to play along, but he was so happy to see -- or rather, hear -- Francess that he immediately blurted out, "You!" He didn't pull away from her hands. "Sorry, I was bad at that game even when I was a kid." There was a little swell of happiness inside of him. After a moment's pause, he finally put his hands over hers and pulled them down gently, turning to face her.

There was a grin on his face, and it would have been clear to the brunette that he was indeed the right person, in the right body even. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, a lot less tentatively than usual. After the body switch/mess, the vampire was especially glad to see her.

He pulled back, completely unaware that a little of her lipstick had transferred over to him. One arm wrapped loosely around her waist and he leaned his head against her shoulder. "Fran," Avery said against her skin. The unrest that had been stirring around inside him over the past two weeks eased a little.

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[info]depravedwarner
2009-01-01 02:32 pm UTC (link)
To be so close to the subject of an obsession, yet still not be able to reach it was maddening. Maddening wasn't a good fit for Warner. He perched on the top floor of Castaways, eyes trained on the Lincoln Park blockade as he drank from a clear plastic cup filled with vodka and soda. It was New Year's Eve, after all.

There had been rumors and rumblings, as there always was in the demon underground. When so many forces strived for an apocalypse, word got spread around; it was inevitable. However, there was speculation about something different. The details were vague due to percolating through a deranged version of the game 'telephone'. Still, if any of it was true, then Warner was in for an interesting night.

He turned and swept his gaze over the masses, the giant screen showing New York catching his eye. Everyone always wanted to be where they weren't.

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[info]whats_mine
2009-01-01 03:09 pm UTC (link)
The good thing about New Year's Eve bashes? They were pretty much all-you-can-eat buffets.

So appetizing were the throngs of people below, Thea couldn't help but lick her lips from the high perch she found herself upon. Since she was so far away from the huddled masses, the vampire hadn't bothered with keeping appearances -- as evidenced by her black halter top and matching leather pants. Thea dubbed them her "fun clothes," because she was determined to have herself a grand old time before the sun rose again.

What better way to celebrate the occasion than to feed on all the humans she could stand? Thea supposed a good fuck or two was also in order, but she was confident those would come with little effort.

Especially when she saw a familiar face on the top floor with her.

"Hey there," she said with a teasing grin, her hands on her hips as she approached Warner. "See Dick Clark yet?"

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[info]rhiannon_lee
2009-01-01 03:49 pm UTC (link)
At least her face wasn't bruised. Rhiannon sipped from a red solo cup and found herself grateful for the little things, the day after sparring with her friend. The corner of her mouth was sore and a little swollen, if one looked closely, but much of that was masked by lipstick. The gift-giving madness of Christmas wasn't something she got into that much, but she loved New Year's eve. The passage of years, when the earth was still human-occupied and not a hellverse, was a thing to be celebrated.

Thank god there was alcohol.

Tonight she didn't even the sparkly top hats and tinsel pom-poms people shook in her face. She side-stepped them and kept walking around, looking for something that would catch her interest. For reasons she wasn't 100% sure of, there was an amateur entertainer near the bonfire, twirling flaming sticks for people who ooh'd and aah'd and dropped cash in a bucket. Very luau in December. He hitched up a knee and twirled the baton under his leg, dangerously close to his genitals.

'Great balls of fire', she thought.

"I really hope I don't have to put those out for him."

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[info]faith_5_by_5
2009-01-01 03:55 pm UTC (link)
"Don't look at me," Faith quipped from behind Rhiannon, her lips curled into a sideways grin. "I'm not in the mood tonight."

The Slayer cradled a plastic cup of alcohol in one hand, using the other to wrap lightly around Rhiannon's shoulder to give it a light squeeze. Faith was glad to see a familiar face among the crowd; not that she was going to be adverse to meeting new people if the opportunity presented itself, but seeing friends was never a bad thing.

Especially since she hadn't seen this one in a while.

"Hey girl," Faith grinned, glancing up at the entertainer. "Long time no see." She glanced over her shoulder for a moment, taking a swig from her cup. "Beach in the winter time -- some shit, huh?"

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[info]izzy_shaw
2009-01-01 03:54 pm UTC (link)
Izzy made her way through the crowd back toward the bonfire and Logan, two cups of hot cider in hand.

To say she was still a bit on edge from the visit from Flfleda was an understatement, but Izzy was determined to not let it stop her from living her life. She and Logan had poured over the documentation Hayden had sent in his e-mail, as well as what few texts on Leviathan had to say about the position of Bride. All of them confirmed that Elfleda was one bad mo-fo, someone not to be messed with if at all possible, at least not directly.

Still, that was something to think about another time, and Izzy's face broke out into a wide smile as she spotted her boyfriend in the crowd.

"I'm back, here's your cider." She handed one of the steaming cups to him and slipped an arm around his waist. "Miss me?"

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[info]logan_watcher
2009-01-01 04:08 pm UTC (link)
Taking the cup with a grin, Logan greeted Izzy with a warm kiss, slipping his hand around her waist in return. "Of course," he mused.

Logan must've read the documents Hayden sent him at least five times since receiving the email, understanding little more aside from just how bad news Elfleda really was. Fortunately for the former Watcher, he learned a long time ago when to focus on work and when to unwind and just live life a little.

New Year's Eve seemed the perfect time to live life.

Even more important was making sure Izzy was alright. Elfleda hadn't physically harmed her, but as shaken as she had been the night of the visit had left the bookstore owner worried. He was content to do whatever she needed, out of both care and concern.

But right now, the man with the flaming sticks dangerously close to his crotch was of more immediate importance. Logan frowned at the sight, thinking one false move or an ill-timed sneeze would rob the entertainer of any future fatherhood.

"You wouldn't happen to know any water spells, would you?" he half-joked. "He might need one if he's not careful."

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[info]winters_heat
2009-01-01 04:55 pm UTC (link)
Juliet had been wondering when she should ring Rhiannon, whether it would be better to wait till she'd started to get her head around the self-defence training, or if she should just ring the Slayer and tell her what she was doing.

She'd gone to the New Year's Eve party being put on by a college friend and found herself not able to get into the mood, realising that so much had changed for her since bumping into Rhiannon in the street. When the suggestion went around that they all head down to the beach party that was being held down at the North Avenue Jetty she agreed quickly, a bundle of people piling into her car, along with others and heading down there.

Parking might have been a problem if she wasn't worried about a parking ticket, leaving her car near the location and heading down with the rowdy bunch she'd ferried down there. Normally the life of the party, even without getting smashed off her face, Juliet was still subdued as they reached the party zone, finding herself letting the others surge ahead while she meandered along behind. Somehow the world looked, and felt different, and she couldn't figure out why. Nothing had changed, nothing was different anywhere else. The news was still the same, the people surrounding her still the same, the city still the same.

But she was different. And something else was too. She'd been reading back over news stories on the internet, looking into things that had happened around the Park and seeing it all with new eyes.

She shivered, hands rubbing up and down her upper arms, clad in her coat, as she sidestepped a reeling pair of people.

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[info]creeping_vine
2009-01-01 05:26 pm UTC (link)
Waking up alone to discover the note stuck to his mirror left Gavin with the urge to have a steaming shower and a quick shave. Relaxing under the stream of warm water, the werewolf took a few minutes then got out and dried off quickly, slipped into a pair of black pants and a crisp white shirt before fixing his tie. Making sure he looked alright, satisfied that he didn't have any creases in his clothes, Gavin snagged the note and folded it. Pushing it inside his pants pocket as if it were a lucky charm of sorts.

With the mention of New Year the werewolf's thoughts went straight to the party at the beach. Of course there was the chance he could be wrong, but Gavin was certain Rosalyn would show up. In fact, he could almost feel it.

Taking the bus rather than his car meant he wouldn't have to worry where to park it or the off chance that someone might steal it. It wasn't long before he was threading through the crowds, sniffing the air gently to pick up the different scents all around him. The girl standing next to him caught his attention when she shivered, and he offered with a soft smile, "Cold tonight, but clear, a good way to start the new year, don't you think?" The conversation was light, his eyes still looking around the crowd to spot afamiliar face.

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[info]sinister_darian
2009-01-01 06:57 pm UTC (link)
Darian needed to get out.

It didn't matter that thousands of boisterous people were crowded onto the beach in various states of intoxication (some even undress... he would've known it was cold, if he couldn't already tell). It didn't matter that he was likely to get sand in his expensive leather shoes. The suffocation of four walls was eroding his ability to be calm. Whether it be the four walls of his apartment, or the warehouse where his ring operated, it didn't matter. He looked like a regular man, but demonic nature wasn't intended for the claustrophobia of an indoor lifestyle.

The wool trenchcoat had pockets, and he kept his hands there as he walked around. It was a cold night, but not as frozen as it had been. The fog coming from his mouth when he breathed was barely noticeable. He stopped near a grill, watching a vendor load hunks of meat on a kabob, along with vegetables, as if it were mid-summer at a tropically-themed cookout.

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[info]tangled_web
2009-01-01 07:25 pm UTC (link)
The air was cold. People flocked together like moths over individual flames. Each stoking the sparks of conversation until it was one big buzzing sound of noise. The ground beneath Scot's shoes crunched as he took it step by step towards the beach. It never ceased to amaze him, how willing people were to heard together in the name of 'spirit'. A personal irony to the daimon. One that did not deter him from the prospect of bringing in a new year, in a new place, with hundreds of new people.

In a sense, it felt like a buffet, with so many things to try. So many people that he could just stop and speak too. Where did one begin with such affairs? Deliberate steps meant Scot could look around, appearing to be searching for someone he had lost or was hoping to meet. That wasn't the case, he had no plans with anyone here tonight. What he was doing was acquainting himself with the surroundings he would now look upon as home away from home.

It just so happened that while he looked, his eyes locked onto the back of a man that seemed familiar to him. Easy strides meant his slim figure was beside the taller gentleman's in no time at all. Standing there while his eyes took in the food being pieced together, he simply said, "Ready to begin a new year, Darian?"

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[info]winters_heat
2009-01-01 07:55 pm UTC (link)
As Juliet walked along she found herself looking at people a little more closely, like she'd used to when first searching for Grayson after the events in Lincoln Park, and her brother's disappearance from his flat. Her friends had all apparently adjourned to the alcoholic beverages area, which is about the time she usually tired of their company, uninterested in drunken stupidity.

Her eyes caught a figure, even that seeming to leap out at her from the crowd, and a face she knew from the Club. It was the boss's ... well, boyfriend, or partner, she wasn't sure, but he was unmistakable. She looked around to see if Bethany was with him, unable to see the woman anywhere.

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[info]kineticmelinda
2009-01-01 07:01 pm UTC (link)
Mr. Number 2 from the painted foursome had made his way over to Melinda where she stood near the bar, bobbing her head and tapping her foot idly along to the music with a drink in hand. After ten minutes of conversation, the brunette held up her hand. "Yeah, that's great, but I think I'm gonna go find someone a little less inebriated."

She pointed to his chest. "And you might want to touch up your paint job there." Melinda walked away, grabbing a white lei from a table full of complimentary party favors. She was in a light-hearted mood, slipping it on over her blue top. Her eyes scanned the crowd for anyone interesting, or someone she might know.

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[info]red_red_rose
2009-01-01 07:14 pm UTC (link)
Rosalyn loved to dance. Had the dark-haired woman been a living teenager in the 1960s, during all those televised shows of ponytailed girls screaming over Elvis Presley and the like, she might've been one of them, bopping around in a flouncy skirt with clasped hands. By that time, she was already undead and permanently in her late-twenties, but she had owned a TV set and swayed more cool-headedly from the privacy of her pad.

She wasn't modest. Over by a temporary stage, where local muscians performed a host of upbeat songs from to suit the mood of the holiday, Rosalyn danced with the most intoxicated of them, holding a drink aloft so it didn't slosh on her sweater and hotpants. The vampire's thick, red varsity coat was draped off a picnic table nearby. Between songs, she raised up her hands and clapped.

It was a cover band, working through a couple of crowd favorites from each decade. The current tune was a Beattles hit.

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[info]erato_lamiae
2009-01-01 08:20 pm UTC (link)
Erato's dancing style was one of rhythmic eroticism; something typically only shown by highly-trained dancers, typically of the more esoteric traditions, would tend to exemplify. A series of quick, darting motions, ebbing back with the melodic tide, only to resume in a shimmying effect of swaying hips and limbs.

And even to a burst of 'Twist And Shout', a more casual variety of the same technique did not seem too out of place.

Somehow having either been hired or simply allowed to perform on stage, the brunette's lithe self was at one with the music, no matter how divorced it was from what her ears had become more accustomed to, down the ages. To Erato, music was a very real expressionist medium for emotions; a body of etheric water, allowing them to be conveyed and reshaped with considerable more ease, than in its absence.

Hand reached out, directed towards the crowd and crooked a quickly beckoning finger in Rosalyn's direction, inviting her up to join. The other female being one of the few who seemed to be more at home with this particular set than most of them.

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[info]whistlersmum
2009-01-01 08:11 pm UTC (link)
It didn't matter where you were in the world, the results were the same: new year's eve was a time for dropped inhibitions and discarded clothing.

It was barely temperate to walk along the beach, enjoy an authentic Chicago hot dog, but to stumble across shoes, socks, pants, shirts, jackets, boxers and a thong? Footsteps in the sand led to the curling surf. Not a polar bear swim, surely. And how would anyone keep... no, best not to think of that.

Between roving spotlights illuminating the area and spectators pointing, Whistler suspected the spontaneous water sports would appear on YouTube the next morning.

Aside from the fireworks at midnight, that would probably be the night's highlight. Which suited Whistler just fine.

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[info]kineticmelinda
2009-01-01 08:28 pm UTC (link)
"Dude." Someone's Victoria's Secret cast off had wrapped around her black boot and she kicked it off with a look of distaste. A few drops of Stella sloshed out of her cup at the motion, and she swore under her breath. Five fifty for a sixteen ounce cup.

The scent of a hot dog reached Melinda, and she turned around, spotting the guy with the Chicago-style frank. Someone at school had told her that it the style was called 'dragged through the garden', due to its toppings. The brunette usually ate healthier fare, but alcohol gave her the munchies like nobody's business.

"Damn, that smells good."

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[info]kitty_fangs
2009-01-02 12:13 am UTC (link)
"Happy new year!"

Coughing out a none-too-delicate response of, "Fuck off," Katherine was not so accommodating as to politely remind them it had not yet come to pass. Besides which, the mouthy reveller had already passed the scowling vampiress by.

Rhiannon, Grace and apparently a bunch of others were in the locality. She knew that much, from the recent time everything had somehow transformed into a school environment. What Katherine had, so far, been at a loss for, was making much of a concerted effort to find them. Or, if she had, then it had apparently not met with much success.

A large-scale event like this, however, was sure to drive them out. She only had to find them.

That was part of the plan, anyway. The other, was to find a temporary end to her boredom, by seeing if she could find someone who looked like they might make for a decent undead student, once she turned them. It had been quite a while since Caroline had last crossed her path and Katherine was finding herself in need of some company interesting enough to entertain her, beyond an hour or so of the inevitable.

With nothing yet in in sight, Katherine made for the nearest elevated surface to try and get a decent panorama of the surrounding crowd.

There had to be someone, right...?

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[info]rhiannon_lee
2009-01-02 03:45 am UTC (link)
That elevated place would've been atop the mock-up of a dry-docked cruise ship called Castaways. It was a pretty tacky tourist attraction, in Rhiannon's opinion, but it was the only place selling decent alcohol, which also meant that the lines were killer. Once she had a replacement in hand, Rhiannon had gone up on the top story to drink it before hitting the crowd again.

That's when she spotted Katherine, looking like a stationary vulture on the deck railing. "You've gotta be kidding me," she mumbled. The dark-haired Slayer cast a longing glance at the stairs she'd come up, but there was no way and no how to walk off, leaving that particular vampire to pick off the nearest inebriated co-ed. It'd be gross neglect, because death and dismemberment were sure things where Katherine was concerned. She was probably packing a gun, too, which did not improve the situation.

Rhiannon pulled up alongside her. "You know... I was hoping that particular part of my 80s nightmare was a hallucination. Not so much luck."

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[info]vicky_foxworth
2009-01-02 09:09 am UTC (link)
Independence, even as a vampire, could sometimes be a hostile mental landscape.

Victoria had become something of a social butterfly, in Las Vegas. the ability to realise her various artistic project had been immensely rewarding. It had provided her with much in the way of emotional stimulation; a factor which had been necessary with all the romantic upheaval the vampiress had faced.

She had even managed to make her first turning that of a flirtatious, part-time obsession. Not a full turning, as it turned out; the magic practitioner had invoked a spell to retain full, waking consciousness of their soul. An agreement between them, although it still meant Victoria had yet to experience the proper enormity of the same type of bond she shared with her own maker of fangs. The Tomlin girl, after all, had soon gone to fully explore a bond of her own, with male suitor.

Not that Vicky would complain about it. The girl had made her proud, with what she had become and heaven knew, their combined power knew no bounds, when going on a merciless hunt for shoes.

Victoria did, however, lament not having a 'full-time' student, as it were. The choice to go to Chicago for her book research was not a mandetory one, although her lack of a localised social network had flared up most significantly in her impulsive sending of a rather expensive gift to her old flame, Mallory.

She knew it was unlikely anything would happen with her, again, but that did not prevent the vampiress from hoping.

Besides, she could always claim it was just a friendly, seasonal present, right?

So it was, that Victoria looked out across the water with more of a sense of curiosity, than excitement, for what the next year would bring. If the vampiress was careful, she would know countless more of these, until they were too many to count or even perhaps remember.

What should she next do?

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[info]first_born_son
2009-01-02 01:46 pm UTC (link)
The beach was already crowded by the time Connor arrived, and he wandered around until he found the refreshments area, where he bought a large cup of soda before continuing on his way. He supposed he'd eventually find Rhiannon among the throng of humanity, but for right now he was content to meander along on his own. He could still feel the imprint of the Slayer's shoe near his ribcage, but other than that he was more or less recovered from their sparring session.

The Destroyer stopped to listen to one of the bands that was playing, loitering near the stage while he drank his beverage. The email from Logan had the back of his neck prickling, and if it wasn't Elfleda, it was someone just like her. He was going to have to keep an eye out, maybe talk to the former Watcher about it.

He pushed the thoughts aside, tuned into the music. A whole new year was about to dawn. Life was good.

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[info]one_tough_cop
2009-01-02 02:45 pm UTC (link)
"Don't go too close, okay, honey? I know the fire's pretty, but it'll hurt if you touch it, you know that."

Michaela watched Cory from behind as the boy played with the elastic strap of his party hat and watched the bonfire blaze up towards the night sky, watching the sparks herself as orange flames consumed the wood the pyre was made of. She'd promised he could stay up til midnight if he was able to stay awake that long, and she was glad of having brought him out tonight, despite the chill in the air. Ryan and Denise were somewhere around, the older of the two due to go back to school soon, but they were having the last of the holiday as a family.

It had been a hell of a year, and the ex-cop felt like she was slowly coming out of hibernation. A whole new life, one step at a time. She looked forward to January, the turn of the calendar. And the night had been a nice one. She hoped to see some familiar faces, maybe find some new ones. She sipped at her hot cider, watched her son chattering with some kids his own age. Felt thankful for...everything.

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[info]fireman_pat
2009-01-02 05:22 pm UTC (link)
"Fancy meeting you here," Pat observed as he approached the spot where the detective stood. His own kids were all grown, and his grandkids were still too young to be out tonight so he was on his own. He'd spotted the bonfire and been drawn to the site almost on instinct, Irish Coffee in hand.

Somehow he wasn't surprised to run into Michaela there. Neither of them had been able to get together the week of Christmas after all but he'd hoped they'd be able to meet up sometime soon.

He indicated the kids chattering off nearby. "Which one is yours?"

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