((OOC: So far the previous week has shown a lot of interest in putting me into a situation where I am too tired to write properly))
Muffin Man
You can clearly see the stage from here, although you can't actually gauge the distance that accurately from here at this time of the night, although you do feel that it is somewhere around 400-484 meters.
404
You browse through the internet for images of the Summer Punch band, and find a rather peculiar looking Dwarven keytarist in a rather odd trench coat...it was a funny looking thing, it almost looks like they took several pictures of her and then used an image manipulator program's void tool on each one of them to paint a trench coat on her...
From the promotional pictures you can tell that her name is "Shanelle Findler", and that she seems to be quite interested in decking....
Jack Frost
The case completely and utterly fails to explode, which was quite shocking, especially once you discovered that the case contained nothing but some cheap looking data module ((OOC: I think this is what they called USB devices)), you also find a note saying "Information about target- Mr. J.".
(10) ((OOC: Also the mission is to somehow harm the person I made a long ass post about in a spoiler earlier in a way that doesn't immediately kill them, presumably as a message to someone)
Muffin Man would be quite surprised to find a familiar looking blue Elf opening the previously locked door behind him, and perhaps they would spend a few awkward moments just staring at each other in confusion.
Aerumna
The bartender here is presumably not a very discrete man, or perhaps as you would later realize, he presumably just didn't want to deal with all of that fiddly subtlety drek if he could just find an excuse to get that man out of sight and out of his bar as soon as possible....although you would presumably be glad that this wasn't about you being a troll.....because he angry about how the person you are meeting is a different kind of troll.
When you opened that door you saw a face that you barely remember, a face of a tall and robust Serbian man with unnerving looking green eyes and nondescript brown hair, and with that odd smile on his face he seemed as if he was 'in' on some joke that you didn't get, or planning on murdering you, but either way he said "These days even a fucking bar has odd standards don't they Aerumna? Now why don't you sit your sweet ass down".
Two Eyed Yarrick
You made your way over to the nearby stuffer shack as quickly as possible, as you were motivated by the world's greatest equalizer, a force that spurred you on throughout all of your life, that is just waiting to spur you onto even greater acts to try and calm it down for a while....
The sound of hunger continued to emanate from your stomach as you traded the wet and odd smelling outside world for the drab and almost sterile confines of the stuffer shack. The automatic double doors slam shut behind you as you stare at all of the rows and rows of various items you don't really need right now, and a decent amount of stuffers to try and stop your hunger for another few hours.
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