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[Center]Location: Dining Room, Kingston-Gray House, New Orleans
Skills: [color=mediumspringgreen]Healing Factor[/color], [color=ABA400]Conjuration[/color][/center]
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[color=mediumspringgreen]“Honey, can you not- Nope, okay. We did this.”[/color] James muttered and pushed back his chair as his adorable, common sense allergic husband once again failed to consider gravity a problem. Predictably, a solid thwak as Casper met the ground and James could only hope he didn't break anything this time. He knelt next to his husband, fretting as he coaxed Casper to sit up slowly. It didn't matter how often or how few consequences there were, there was always the chance this was the time. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you sitting. Need to make sure you didn't break anything before I take care of you.”[/color] James urged Casper into a sitting position. He flashed Ben a grateful smile as he spoke to Casper quietly. It sounded worse than it was, barely a bruise starting to form, and it took no time at all for the familiar beat of Casper's heart to soothe away the pain. 

[color=E948FC]“Princess, Pops'll take care of it no problem! ‘aven't found not'in’ ‘e can't ‘eal!”[/color] Danni assured her, but turned a pout on Ben quickly. [color=E948FC]“Wait, does t'at mean we ‘ave ta pick ‘tween milkshakes and Poisson-Pas, Appa? T'at's not faaaaaair! I want bot’!!! Wait, Papa can we ‘ave milkshakes in t'e seance too? I t'ink Poisson-Pas is ‘avin’ a milkshake in ghost-’awaii and it'd be wierd not ta ‘ave milkshakes in ‘is ‘onor.”[/color] 

Dorians eyes lit up as the time drew closer to a summoning. They'd finally get to talk to Poisson-Pas and figure out what really happened. If…they could even talk to him. He had his doubts, based on the vision's hed seen in the Astral Plane. It was too early, too soon for his mentor to die. They were supposed to still have some time. So what changed? He pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the current plan of attack. Acquiring milkshakes for the Seance. [Color=CC99FF]”Pleeeeease? 🎶 We like milkshakes as every child should! We promise to be good.🎶”[/color] He sang towards his parents in an attempt to suade them.

Max looked over at Ben, then towards Danni and Dorian. [Color=aba400]”After. No milkshakes or other food inside the Seance room. So, the sooner you get your seance finished the sooner you can have milkshakes. But…you all will need some appropriate attire for the situation at hand. So…”[/color] Max snapped his fingers and magic began to swirl amongst them all, save for Ben and Max who weren't going to be attending the Seance itself. Everyone's clothing changed into 80's inspired sleepover wear. Because what better time to contact the dead than in a sleepover?