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Several things failed to add up in the next few moments. One of them being the way several people were acting like it was daytime out. And sure enough, when he looked out the windows, it appeared to be. And then Tommy was damn near aghast at the state of the phone Vicky had thrown at him. It looked like someone took it all the way to Normandy and back. 

[quote=The fucking audacity...][color=32cd32]"Hey, car guy, you can fix that, right?"[/color][/quote]

He sighed. The Porter summon appeared. He reached into the bear-shaped, club-eared mustelid's body and withdrew a roll of transparent packing tape.

Tommy walked over to the tables and sat the battered phone in front of him and layered a long piece of the tape over the phone screen. Then, he used the edge of a table to smooth out air bubbles over it. Finally, he withdrew his switchblade and cut the edges off, tossing them into the golden creature's storage. Then he slid it back to her.

[color=a79500]"There."[/color] It was basically new, now. Hard to even see the myriad cracks. Almost impatiently, he walked past Daniel Mars who had just walked in, a bit surprised he'd even be at a meeting about magic and whatever else was happening to the town. He stopped in front of one of the exists that led outside, and shoved the door open.

It was daytime outside.

He glanced out the window. Then the door.

Then Tommy shut the door, and reopened it again. Daytime still.

He turned around and stared at the others. [color=a79500]"It was four in the morning when you told me we'd be meeting here, Kari. It was dark when I walked inside. What the [i]fuck?[/i] Is anyone forgetting a whole day, or something? Is [i]time[/i] getting fucked up now too?"[/color] He shook his head and shut the door, walking back over and plopping down on the opposite side of Vicky. Tommy took a contemplative sip from his canned caffeine while Porter trotted over and stared at Lupe. His ears wiggled, and his head tilted. 

At least everyone was bantering instead of trying to kill each other. They could work with that. He could, anyway.

[color=a79500]"That thing's got stuff to eat or drink in him, too."[/color] Tommy nodded at what Daniel had brought, and then pointed at the thing that suddenly took an interest in the second sassiest bitch in here. [color=a79500]"Just ask him, he'll let you at it... Okay-"[/color]

Tommy tossed his notebook onto the table in front of him, along with his deck of cards that seemed to have a holographic sheen of gold to them, and kicked his feet up on the table like he owned the place.

[color=a79500][i]"Magic."[/i][/color]