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The new people amused Raven a great deal. She'd already taken the place of a couple of them, just to see what it was like.

But serving others wasn't as much fun as serving herself. She had a rather large book from the library with her, which was apparently about bartending. Either that, or she was just mixing random drinks from memory while reading. Unless you looked over her shoulder, you'd never know.

But she's accumulating a lot of drinks.

( Just before arrival... )

He looks around at what looks like a posh hotel lobby. Maybe someone redecorated the mansion while he was gone?

"This is isn't the coffee shop! What the heck just happened? Professor? Jean? Hank?"

Who: The Doctor and OTA (Martha and Romana in particular, if they want to...)
Where: By the lake
What: Emo. He shall need huggles.

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The Doctor sat on a boulder, staring out at the lake. It was cold, and he had no coat on, but he wasn't bothered by the temperature. Even if it was cold enough to affect him, he still probably wouldn't care.

Freezing would only make him feel more numb. If that was even possible.

He should be used to this by now. Losing people. This wasn't even the first time he'd lost her.

But it never got any easier.

Who? Jamie and OTA
What? Drinking
When? After the Funeral Ceremony
Rating? NC-17
Where? In one of the places that sell alcohol. Jamie isn't picky...

He was tired, and achy, and feeling like shit, and he wanted nothing more than to drink enough to forget for awhile. People had died, people he did not know well, but people, nonetheless. And he had been next to useless during the explosion aftermath, even with his powers.

Now, after the funeral, he was tired and weary inside and out, and looking for a temporary fix. One of the places with an open bar caught his sight and he bee-lined for it. Within, he was not too long about starting to drink, his mind swimming with images he wished he could forget.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. God, this had been a fucked up week! With concentration fully on the booze and on trying to block out bad memories, he was not looking for attention or company.

Hop, hop, hop.

The Bunny eyes the empty lobby again, just to make sure it is still empty. If anyone sees him doing this, he's in big trouble. But sometimes, well, all the time really, he just has to follow his programming.

Which is telling him, someone has to pay.

So it is that he's carrying a small object, just about the size of an easter egg. Actually, it's painted to look like one too. But with some advanced knowledge, and future technology, the Bunny has created something quite powerful.

"Happy Birthday, buddy." With a quick two hops, he slams the egg into the delivery shoot and hits the button with both feet. After a smooth landing, his beady red eyes stare upwards, waiting for a rush of fire down the tube to tell him he's the new Manager of this place.

BOOM!

As pieces of the residence begin to fall down around his head, he can say but one thing.

"Oops."

((OOC:This is it boys and girls, the big badda boom! Enjoy yourselves.))