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[girasole]

Who: Various and sundry people. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Where: A park. Jamahz Grounds, located on the corner of look behind you a distraction.
When: The day in which fish start falling from the sky.
Open/Closed: Open. We're rolling threadjacking (assuming the people involved are okay with this: double check with them) mingle log style. Because I'm not going to organize a 6+ person thread otherwise. Because no. So pretty much there's a bunch of scenery porn here, and then go top level with whatever you want.

[Behold Jamahz Grounds. It's large. It's scenic. It's conveniently located. A bunch of coven members are there, perhaps because they realized that there's safety in numbers...more specifically in multiples of three.

And it wasn't a bad park. At the moment there was a theater group that was putting on a production of Waiting for Poldot, which consisted of an Alias and a Lynas waiting for their Eltos buddy who was apparently running late. Besides that, the sun was shining, if there were birds they'd be singing...overall a pretty nice day.

The lead actor of Waiting for Poldot was just talking about maybe going to get a cookie (the central conflict of this: do they wait or do they get a cookie and come back) when he was nearly hit by a decapitated shark that slammed into the ground and lay there twitching.]

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[actus]

[ ... fridges. what? he did not hear about this power yet. anyway, more importantly - ]

Let's do it. You can draw one, right? I want to see the drama that adds.

[ it's all in deadpan. ]

[girasole]

[He's on the cusp of noting those logical if but disturbing answers and actually saying what they are, then decides that he doesn't actually want to talk about it - it's such a nice day - and speaking of powers people haven't heard about...]

Can you? [Is he getting the implication right?] You're telling me you can draw a cookie right now and throw it onto the stage?

[parodeity]

Yeah? S'my power. [ he pulls a pen out of his pocket. his friends helped him make it, and he clicks down one of the colors and - yep. light drawing in the air out of the tip. ] I think I'm best at drawin' chocolate chip so far...

[ SO. HE WILL DRAW A FEW TO TOSS AT THE ACTORS? HELPFULLY?

and will offer some to the others to throw.

it doesn't take dave long to draw the (...lumpy) cookies, and when he closes the lines, they simply appear. neat! ]

[actus]

[ this is far better than throwing eggs on stage. this is delicious and relevant! ]

Ah... these look better than the last batch.

[ it's a compliment he promises! he happily takes one and nods at the crew. on your mark, he'll be ready for synchronized cookie-tossing. ]

[girasole]

I'd ask...but I can tell I'd probably be happier not knowing. Three-

[And that was when a decapitated...what appeared to be a tuna hit the shark. (A betta also landed on the shark, but, being tiny, was easily ignored in the sudden chaos.) There was more surprised screaming from the lead actress, after which she gave up and promptly fainted atop the shark. The tuna rolled to the side and plopped to the ground. A number of Palai started looking skyward, surprised and startled-]

...can you draw umbrellas?

[Suddenly seems like a good idea.]

[parodeity]

Holy shit. [ not special effects at all, then, unless they were seriously missing a bunch of palai up high holding buckets of fish guts to throw down at them like confetti. ] Yeah, I, gimme a sec -

[ and he'll start sketching midair, much more haphazardly than he had drawn the cookies, but maybe how nice the umbrellas look matters less than having a thing to hold overhead?? ]