[hr][hr][center][h1][color=f06262]Robin Marshall[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/nwvYKd0.gif[/img]

[i]Location: The Café
Interacting With: Miranda Burke, Olivia Johnson, Heather Ali, Declan O'Connor, Finley Alestair[/I][/center]
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[color=f06262]"'Course not. It's miserable out there,"[/color] Robin said. There was power in being that guy with the van, but with great power came great responsibility. He was contractually obliged to help out friends with home removals and heavy-lifting and, as it turned out, carpooling to dodgy houses on the outskirts of town. While Olivia paid the bill (to which he gave a hearty, 'Cheers, Johnson!'), he stood up, pushing in his chair politely because he wasn't raised in a barn, and patted down his jacket pockets to find his keys. It seemed everyone was ready to go. Once found, he spun his van keys around on his index finger to the satisfying [i]clack[/i] of his plastic alligator keychain.

Just as he began to consider the daunting prospect of fitting everyone who volunteered to come in his van, Miranda offered up the use of her own car. [color=f06262]"That would be for the best. Queenie's pretty big but I don't think she could handle that many people,"[/color] he mused. Though difficult to believe, he did actually have valuables in there, of the breakable sort. Robin considered the risks for a moment, made the choice not to have near-strangers in his sanctuary – even with the others' endorsement – and decided, [color=f06262]"I can take one more in the back if you want to split up half and half. Heather, care for a spin in the [i]The Dancing Queen[/i]?"[/color]