Luxury Suite at the Roosevelt Hotel -- Emma's Manhattan -- Late Late Thursday Night

[icecoldfrost]

When they got back to the hotel, Emma was positively giddy. She'd gotten them two-bedroom luxury suites at the Roosevelt Hotel, and ordered up oodles of desserts and drinks from room service.

"Now that is what I call a party," she laughed, popping open a bottle of champagne. "Here's to us, gentlemen."

[OOC: LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE BOYS! Post One | Post Two | Post Three | Post Four.]

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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Tis what they'd call it at home," he pointed out. "Doesn' necessarily mean tisn' - I don' even know what 'tis."

[furnaceface]

//Where I'm from, it's a mutation,// Jono offered. //Not that th'terminology really makes much difference in th'end. All anybody really needs to know 'bout it is I'm th'bloke who blew his own face off with it.//

Not that he'd been using that face or anything. Really.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He wasn't going to ask if it was on accident. Cause that was just stupid. Shh.

"Not th'best thing ever t'happen, 'm sure."

[furnaceface]

//I could've certainly done without,// Jono agreed, shrugging. //Not much t'be done about it now, I suppose. At least I can speak, more or less.//