Copacabana Palace, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Friday - Evening

[nookiepowered]

The night is for terrible things, not the day, silly narrative revelers. Especially when the night is clear, warm, and filled with the sizzling sounds of sssssamba! It might be Lent now, but it's still Rio, and it's still Friday. Time for dancing on the sand, in the clubs, and if you think there's no dancing in the streets anymore, you must be walking down the wrong street. Turn left by the man with the saxophone; drop a tip in his hat and he'll tell you where to go from there.

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[OCD: Rooms / Cipriani Restaurant / Pool / Bar do Copa / Platforma Samba / Restaurants and Clubs / Elsewhere / Daytime / OOC / My mom ]

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Re: Room 328 [evening]

[dollpocalypse]

Topher nodded. "Just. You know. Don't, uh. Get hurt. Or disappear for a million years, or anything."

Re: Room 328 [evening]

[momslilassassin]

"I'd miss you too," Ben said with a tiny smile.

Re: Room 328 [evening]

[dollpocalypse]

Topher nodded. "Good. 'Cause -- good. So... yeah."

A beat.

"Good talk."

Re: Room 328 [evening]

[momslilassassin]

Ben smiled again, looking amused. "Want to stick around and watch a movie?"

Re: Room 328 [evening]

[dollpocalypse]

"Sure," Topher decided, getting comfortable. "Something with cars."

Oh, boys.

Re: Room 328 [evening]

[momslilassassin]

"Those are totally my favorites," Ben said. Somewhere, Ender was developing a headache without knowing why.