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[Somehow, be it magic or another unseen force looking out for her, Zatanna had been spared the initial wave of gas. Which was a fairly good thing, considering both the fact that her inhibitions were often lowered to begin with...and who her current roommate was.]
[That said, she knew something was up when she witnessed a random passerby wink and whistle at her. Sending them a strange look in return, she dismissed it and continued on her way to the garden. There was a man sitting on top of a bench in nothing but his boxers. Two women shouting in the distance about a subject that would've made her blush if she hadn't been walking alone.]
[She knew something was up. She just didn't know what. Yet.]
((OOC: Because of reasons, I chose not to have Zatanna affected directly by the gas. But I never said anything about being indirectly affected.))