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[sandpaperbreath]

Alright people here's the plan.

We're doing this tonight. I've done the prep work on Deck Nine and have enough fire water for whoever joins the party, and there's always more on Deck Eight.

Plan is as follows;

Bait is set on Deck Nine under the overhang made by Deck Eight, inside a preset ring of alcohol. The rest hide up on Deck Eight by the

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[shadesofeco]

I'll be there.

[sandpaperbreath]

May count on you as bait, kid, seeing as you can fly.

[sandpaperbreath]

Strike that, we're using your girlfriend.

[idkmybffblair]

Booze and lighters. I like this plan already.

...mmmm, you need an escape act?

[sandpaperbreath]

Yes. Do you know one?

[idkmybffblair]

As long as you don't light the place up too fast, I can handle it.

Jak's not very "damsel in distress", anyway.

[sandpaperbreath]

No, he's not. How long do you need?

[captainverg]

Count me in. I need to burn something.

[weaponxi]

Count me in~

[harborbutcher]

Unless you want me to do the autopsy reports, I don't see how I can be of any use here.

[sandpaperbreath]

Don't feel up to tossing a bottle?

[harborbutcher]

Not my style. Forensics.

I'm more of a... cleanup crew.

You're missing all the fun, thoooough~

[sandpaperbreath]

Arright.