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Who: >=< and his dragon. Also Sefton, and Some, and Bonnie =3
What: Various things!
When: The weekend of May 14/15
Where: Le Gode Hostel
Notes: This main post is just a placeholder; I realized I'd set up plans for three separate logs taking place in the hostel, so instead of spamming the comm they're just all gonna go here, as comment threads. Cool

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Bonnie

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He'd lost her.

Hellcat didn't like to stay around him all the time - there was a reason he'd included 'cat' in her name; she could be in turns affectionate and aloof, be following him around one day and then spend the next day lounging in a corner the next.

But her moods weren't this changeable. He'd lost her while walking down a corridor. Just turned around at one point and she was gone. Given her abilities...

He crept down the corridor, looking closely at every surface. She was visible if you examined closely enough.

"Hellcat?" he called - not too loudly. The calling was incidental to the searching. "Hellcat?"

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He chuckled a little at her wording.

"No."

[blytheandbonnie]

"Well, a handsome man like you must get around?" she questioned, coiling a piece of hair around her finger.

If nothing else, a little bit of harmless flirtation never hurt anyone.

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"Yes. Wait. What? No. Not like that." Why did everybody automatically go there? Especially the redheads, too. "Although I do tend to... get around. With people. Just not in a - not like that." He cleared his throat. "I'm a traveler. Or I used to be..."

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie leaned back on the palms of her hands, offering the man a slow smile. "You're awfully cute when you're flustered," she teased.

And he was, it was true. Cute enough that she was starting to wonder what he would taste like. "Why do you have two heartbeats?" she casually asked, sitting upright.

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He stopped being flustered and got curious. "How can you tell I've got two heartbeats?"

Obviously Bonnie was more than she appeared. The question was what.

[blytheandbonnie]

"I'm an enigma," she announced, standing up and walking over to him. She wasn't being careful, it was true, but the absent minded professory type in front of her didn't look like too much of a threat. And anyway, Damon wasn't around to scold her.

She reached out her fingertips to touch his chest. "Thump thump, thump thump." Bonnie smiled. "I can hear it."

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He glanced down the hall - one more vague look for the dragon. They'd get back to that in a moment, though.

"You tell me how you can hear my heartbeats, I'll tell you how I've got two of 'em." He smirked down at her. "'Cause right now I'm thinking neither of us is human."

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie tapped her fingertip against his chest. "I have," she decided to say, "Damn good hearing." She flashed him a pretty smile, and her dimples became apparent, giving her every appearance of a cherubic young thing.

"But I can't go around revealing all my secrets, can I?"

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"That," he said, poking at her shoulder with an index finger, "Is not fair."

[blytheandbonnie]

"Life," Bonnie replied, mimicking his accent and giving him a poke right back, "Is not fair."

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"Well," he said with a little grin. "Then you don't get to hear my secret, either."

He slipped out from behind her finger and continued down the hallway.

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie fell into step behind him, hands behind her back.

"You're quirky," she announced. "And mysterious. It's a winning combination." She folded her hands behind her back, watching him curiously. "So, when do you want to take me to dinner?"

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Ah. She was still doing that flirting thing. Although he actually wasn't feeling totally uncomfortable about it. Although he still wasn't certain what to do about it.

"Let's see about finding my dragon first."

[blytheandbonnie]

"In a different context, I'd ask if that was a metaphor."

She was pretty sure it wasn't. Bonnie briefly hummed a bar or two, peering from side to side. No. No invisible dragon outlines that she was seeing. "You know, I had a friend named Bret, back in that first world I got whooshed into, and he wrote a song about a dragon. His name was Albi, and he was racist."

A pause. "The dragon was, that is. Not Bret. Actually, Bret was in the last world too, but he didn't remember me. I wonder if he'll show up here too."

She gave a series of short whistles, as one would when calling for a dog. "Here, dragon, dragon. Here, dragon."

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Oh, what the hell. He could give that a try. "Heeere, dragon."

Meanwhile, his eyes were flickering about for an entirely different reason.

"Riiight, you're the reality-hopper. You and that sarcastic not-a-policeman."