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No one else but them and a few of Jeryd's most loyal people. Sounds like a relaxing vacation, but then again; Roman is always the last to know what is going to happen.

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In a cosmic sense, Connor finds himself in the same room as the presumptive president because the fates must be at work. In a more literal sense, they're inhabiting the same space simply because they share an ally in Congressman Parks, a libertarian-curious never-Democrater. When he spots Mencken slinking through the door across the room, Connor can't sidestep Parks fast enough—politely, mind.

Hartley bows out a blustery sigh, one hand to her head, glare directed not at him, but at the corner of the cabinet she was consistently smacking into.

"If you got this godforsaken room redesigned like I told you to, we wouldn't be in this position."

Memory loss Sentence Starter || Accepting

Q sat back as the confirmation was given to him, considering how best to go forward with this whole mess since he hadn't quite expected his invention to be quite so... Effective. He hoped it would wear off quickly. Still, for the time being he had no idea whether it was best to contact someone for the man or just hang out until the issue resolved itself.

@jmencken | first impressions matter

Catch Hartley never helping anyone ever again.

He'd wobbled a little too far into her space - and even at first glance, he was not having a good night. So Hartley had decided to do a good deed, and at least get the guy some water and wheedle his address out of him so she could get the bartender to call him a cab.

Clearly, the saying no good deed goes unpunished was right, because now there was vomit all over her boots (and she's sending up a prayer to anyone up there who'd influenced her away from the open, strappy heels that were the other option for this outfit).

Henry has ALWAYS enjoyed doing charity work. Philip, Bea and him had received their own charities to take care of growing up, and even though he hadn't been able to directly work for an LGBT+ charity, he had always supported Pez and his shelter, and now that he was able to do it publicly, he couldn't be happier.

"I think we're almost out of bread rolls," He say to the other, nodding back towards the storage room. "I'm going to grab some, are you quite alright being out here by yourself for a minute?"

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