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Where: the bar
Who: Lee OTA


He keeps on walking. Anger fuelling his actions just wanting to get away from Kara and her frakking stubborn pig-headedness for a few hours.

He was aware that he was just wearing a towel but there was not frakking way he was going back yet. In fact he did what any sane person would do, he went to the bar.

Lee sits himself on a stool at the bar and orders a whisky. He downs it pretty quickly grimacing at the burn on the way down and he orders another two.

"Frak it." He says to no one in particular as he starts on his second.

He's so angry at Starbuck, she said some really hurtful things, as had he for that matter and the only thing that could kill a guilty conscience was some hard drinking.

He finishes the second and starts on the third.

Who: RENT pups, anyone else who fancies coming along.
What: A party of sorts, or get-together, in room 330. Threaded like a party thread, so feel free to set up individual threads as you wish. :D The door is open, folks are welcome to wander in if they want.
When: For the length of the meteor shower.

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Room 330 has been stocked up with different types of alcohol, snacks, and candles are lit all around the room. There's a fire going, but in the fireplace this time.

Feel free to wander in, and mingle as you wish.

Who: Mimi, Roger, Mark, Angel (locked)
When: Backdated liek whoa - the morning after Mimi and Roger met.

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Mark slid his key in the lock as Angel headed into their room.

"Roger," he called as he stepped into the room. "Roger, there's something I have to tell you-"

He stopped when he saw Roger, sitting calmly in the living area. With Mimi. And he was smirking.

"Oh," he said. "You... you two found out by yourselves," he said. "Okay..."

He looked at Mimi. She looked good. Healthy, far better than the last time he saw the Mimi he knew.

"Er, hi," he said. She smiled back, and it was freaky, it was so familiar, and he had to remind himself he didn't know this girl.

"Hey," she replied.

"So ... you're okay?" he asked, looking between them.

Who: Mimi, Angel and The Manager
What: Asking for AZT
When: Morning before Mimi and Roger meet

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Mimi bit her lip and re-read the note.

Hey,

We're new Here, and we were told you could sort us out with meds? We need AZT, and we're enclosing our dosages and frequencies in two seperate slips.

Oh, and we adore the Boutique, it's fantastic!

Thank you,

Mimi + Angel

She rolled it up, and placed it in the tube, with the labels from their pill bottles, and sent it up the tube.

Who: Mark and OTA (he can has Angel plz?)
Where: Pantry restaurant.
When: Saturday Morning(post-dated)

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Mark left Romana's room early, deciding to go down to get breakfast. Yeah, he was avoiding the room again. He never knew what kind of mood Roger would be in. He knew he hadn't started using again. But whether he would or not, Mark still wasn't sure.

He'd bring breakfast up to Roger when he was done. He ordered a plate of pancakes and bacon for himself, with lots of maple syrup, and a large mug of coffee, and sat down to enjoy the delicious smelling meal.

This was one thing he never got sick of Here. The food was amazing.

Mimi settled back against the pillows and picked up the puzzle she'd been playing with over the last few days. She was sitting on her bed, Roger's guitar in her lap. Helped, sometimes, being near to something he loved so much. She couldn't play it, but the weight of was comforting. It was raining outside, and she was so glad to be inside in the Loft.

"Hee, that tickles," she said, giggling, looking down at Angel, who was painting her toenails blue. He smiled back at her.

She went back to the puzzle, finally slotting the last piece in.

Suddenly, it was like the bed had disappeared, and they were falling. She grabbed for the guitar as it slipped - her hands were empty, where had the puzzle gone? - but it wasn't long before they landed.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. They'd landed on the floor, she could feel a very plush carpet underneath her hand.

This was weird.

She looked down to see if Angel was okay.

"You alright?" she asked.

"Where the hell are we?" she added, as an afterthought.