16337/Satyrday's All Right For Fighting

Satyrday's All Right For Fighting
Date of Scene:	15 November 2023
Location:	House of Mystery
Synopsis:	As noted.
Cast of Characters:	Meggan Puceanu, John Constantine

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Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] Why haven't we burned down the laughing magician or sent it to the pits?

John Constantine has posed:
[TXT to TheYoung&VibrantBall&Chain] Cuz I'm still gonna use it as bait for that demon doppel.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] As it happens, we've a visitor in the area. Nice chap from the bodega remembered my number from way back when and he's said some nasty work came by. horns, deer or goat legs. fancy anyone you know? oh, solid gold horns too. bad attitude.

John Constantine has posed:
[TXT to TheYoung&VibrantBall&Chain] Could be any number of demons or a satyr who'd pissed off Midas' ghost. No name?

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] we've yet to get that as an anniversary prezzie to ourselves, haven't we?

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] Wasn't speaking English or Spanish? I'm not so sure, flying down to get a look. Interrupted my Yoga with Adrienne. I'm not dressed for the cold and I'm really up for firestarting.

John Constantine has posed:
[TXT to TheYoung&VibrantBall&Chain] I hope it wasn't the Golden Horn King. That chap is a pain in the ass. Was he Asian-themed?

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] he didn't say. Fellow was right put out that this bogey showed up to piss on the wall and take the piss out of some guy going after the horns with a machete. It was a bit noisy and I'm missing a fight. could be.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] Shit, is that the one that lives in a big urn or something? Maybe you better get your fine arse over here.

John Constantine has posed:
[TXT to TheYoung&VibrantBall&Chain] Gourd. Yes. Ah shite. Let me get my pants on.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] hold onto them for just a moment longer. I can force open a gate in the park down here. be right there

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
"Because," trills that voice as the Otherworld spits out its youngest goddess, a shimmer of smoke and rustling leaves heralding her Unseelie devotions, "I'm quite of a mind for a quick tumble before a fight and all that. Needs must."
Dark hair windblown to tendrils from its braid falls down Meggan's back, all sweetness in a frosted mirror. "Do tell me you're still not ready. Then I can feel much less guilty."