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WHAT in person
WHERE the lake side
WHEN Day 53, evening.

[ there are beautiful fireworks tonight. what's the occasion? who knows.

but enjoy fireworks and some mulled wine with different kinds of biscuits (savory or sweet) in the cooler autumn evening. ]

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[nanneggeoya]

[ there are fireworks why are there fireworks whatever he's just gonna roll with it it's fine ]

Fireworks! Nearly as lovely as me.

Is there an occasion, I wonder?

[thatsoundsfakebutokay]

[mulled wine and fireworks sound like a lovely combination, honestly. Scully is quietly enjoying both.]

[ananass]

[Shawn would love to be by the lakeside as the location of this post suggests, but as soon as fireworks started his new basset hound puppy started flipping out, so instead they are cuddling in a huddle under the table in the laundry room.]

Oh... oh buddy... you hate this... you hate this so much... it's okay...

[suckmyglock]

[in his bathrobe, with a basket of laundry...]

Why are you under the table?

[ananass]

I'm not hiding under the table, Lassie Jr is hiding under the table. I'm comforting him.

[suckmyglock]

Lassie what now???

[ananass]

You're ruining the whole reveal. Go away, he can't handle this right now.

[mindinthegittern]

[uh yes please mulled wine and biscuits!!]

Oh, these look much more impressive when it's dark out!

[suckmyglock]

Did you get a dog?!

[ananass]

Technically, I got us a dog.

[suckmyglock]

Why.

[ananass]

Come here. Come look at his face and then ask me that again, I dare you.

[suckmyglock]

...

Are you kidding me? It can't even walk without stepping on its own ears!

[ananass]

Quit it with the angry voice, he's already freaking out.

[suckmyglock]

[fine. whatever. goes to do his laundry and ignore this entire situation.]

[ananass]

It's okay, Lassie Jr. I still love you.

[suckmyglock]

[under his breath]

Don't name it that.

[ananass]

Too late, already did.

[suckmyglock]

...

[looking down as the dog shuffles over to sniff at him]

[ananass]

Aww, look at that. He wants to bond.

[suckmyglock]

[watches the dog trip over an ear and whine]

[healsgoodman]

[ have you seen this woman before? maybe. she has in fact been at Quiet Mounds for many years, but also prone to sabbaticals to save the world. she's back now, sitting on a nice blanket and watching the fireworks with a cup of mulled wine held between her hands. ]

Well, this is a nice welcome back.

[ananass]

[lifts the dog, for face sniffs]

What do you think we should name him, then?

[suckmyglock]

[whose face is he sniffing. >(]

I think you should get rid of him.

[defendless]

Good show, good show! [this guy has been here SINCE TIME IMMEMORIAL but has kept to himself except for the occasional street juggling recently. he is CHOWING DOWN on biscuits and mulled wine, packing away more than his slight frame would imply is fucking possible, but hey.]