Repose

[The poor owl has a bit of a difficult time finding Adrian, though she eventually does find him. Strapped to her leg are four or five books, magically lightened. There's a book of simple charms and jinxes, simple transfiguration, basic potions, and a bit of magical theory. Some have notes, others appear untouched. They're old and likely a bit out of date, but, as far as foundations go, one could do worse. There's no note, but the interior cover of each book bears a nameplate with Newt's name.]

[From Adrian.] Hello.

Who: Anyone who wants to come/group log thing.
What: A dark, free-night.
Where: The Neon Retro Arcade.
When: Fridayish, after this.
Warnings/Rating: Anything goes in here. Feel free to start individual threads within.

The arcade, as a rule, was open later than most anything downtown. The owner wasn't local, and he really didn't care how the thing was run, not as long as it was making money. The place didn't open until after noon most days, and it closed late, making it a regular haunt of the town's younger adults. But tonight was special. Tonight it was 10 pm, and all the lights inside were turned off. The games still operated, neon casting the otherwise dark space in a bright-bubblegum glow that still maintained clusters of shadows and utter darkness.

The games were all free for the evening, and the PlayStation and X-Box, situated against the back wall and across from a pair of couches, were also free to use. There was a cooler in the back hall, next to the bathroom, with drinks, and the music that played through the arcade speakers was loud and fun, adding more conversational privacy to the already dark space.

And it went without saying that no one was policing anything happening within. Even the local sheriff was understood to be looking away for the night, thanks to anonymously greased palms.