[group sandy brown: dietre a, jamie m, caspar a, hannah s]
Who: Group Sandy Brown: Dietre, Jamie, Caspar, & Hannah. What: Clock assemblage Where: Caspar's home. When: Nowish - brunchish? Warnings/Rating: Will update as needed.
Offered so that it could be over and done with, so that it could be finished and they could all bask, or recoil, in the aftermath of unspoken I-told-you-sos. It seemed so fucking ill-advised to actually invite this town's magical mayhem into their lives, but far be it from him to steal away anothers chance to relive their greatest hits. He had hits of his own, many more good than bad, but that didn't make him eager. That's why he'd asked Dietre to organize the whole thing, so that he could backseat it. So that he could drink his Japanese whiskey and not have to plan anything, not have to be responsible for any damn thing.
Wanting to sober up before everyone arrived, he turned to the waffle maker. It was some ostentatious Belgian contraption that cost a fortune, but he'd never used. Two waffles in and he got the hang of it. He made enough to go around, and then chased his aspirin with some espresso from a similarly steel-shining machine.
He decided to stay outside, smoking beside the pool in the backyard, until everyone was ready to contribute their clock pieces for assembly.