Tug arrives at Avalon. He came because he was a Sentinel and the Hierarch had decided to enjoy the Halloween celebrations. Costume parties had lost their thrill to the Thyrsus Councilor, since he wore one, sometimes several, every day. At least, he could go out tonight without spellcraft, and hey, under that stipulation, Jammer wouldn't let him in the Rage any longer. That place had been nothing but trouble for Tug, proving there's always a silver lining if you look hard enough. Maybe, as Falx suggested while observing his brother work over the punching bag in the Hostel basement, he might try to enjoy himself tonight. It used to be so easy.
Da Mayor
The Governator sees Animus, talking with...Triquetra, right, right. He's not gonna block the Hierarch, no way. The big guy takes a look around, sees magi he knows, and a few he doesn't. He walks up to Joshua Scissorhands and gives him a 'sup' nod and launching right into business. "It's me, man. Tug. You know them?" he asks, pointing out Aboena and Maria*. He also notices Ariadne...and Alison...maybe they'll dance together...focus, big guy, focus...
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