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[Egg-Nog Meme from @m-knightblogging for Jake.]

‘Nog, Please!’ ------------

"You know, at this rate," Thera set out two glasses and picked up a jug - not too long out of the fridge but enough to take the edge off, "I'm going to have Khonshu complaining I'm leading you astray!"

She poured for them both and re-covered the jug before handing one to Jake. "I used whiskey for this batch, and a dash of rum ..."

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[ @m-knightblogging (Jake) from here.]

What? Thera's lifted brows are just as eloquent as the unspoken word. Jake asked, and if he's surprised again then ... well, his learning curve is likely to be just as amusing as the rest.

"I wasn't planning on all of them in one night," Her smile remains, spark of mischief more obvious in her eye, "Just offering options." A soft snort as she follows him to the passenger door, any notion that he might have been kidding brushed aside.

A click of her tongue puts things on hold until Jake has a chance to settle in the driver's seat, looking entirely too keen to be hitting the bricks this chilly night. "Careful what you wish for, Hombre ... I'm not really dressed for a fancy do right now ... but the others sound good. Do you know somewhere, or shall I pick?"

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[Bingo Cards from @m-knightblogging.]

In which we discover there actually are things they all agree on!

Marc Spector (Was probably coerced into this by the others)

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

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['Cute?' Meme from @m-knightblogging.]

Steven:🌻 Jake:🌻 Marc:🌵 ------------

One eyebrow lifts. The second joins it.

Then the corners of her lips twitch, just a hint.

Normally, Thera rejects the entire idea of her being anything close to 'cute' (she is vengeance, she is the night, blah blah blah) but right now she's willing to pretend otherwise.

And, in true feline fashion, pester the one who likes her least.

"Aw, Maaaarc!" The whiny tone answers her own question before she asks it, "Am I really annoying, or are you just grumpy today?"

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[Three-Names Meme from @livedtough that's cheating a little bit but I gotta say I thought of them too XD!]

im sure i wont be the only one....BUT....the mk boys for wed, bed, bed head ------------

(Either in their separate verses or another random one where they know about each other ;))

"Hmm ... Wed Steven (because 'bed' is part of that package, right?), bed Jake, and bed-head for Marc, when he looks in the mirror wondering what the fuck his alter/s have been up to ..."

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[Kiss Meme for @redlineoffate's unexpected Jake!]

💋 ------------

Neither of them were answering the phone. Not completely unknown if they were at work, or if Steven had switched it off so he could concentrate and forgotten to put it back on. But it had been hours now and Thera was ... telling herself she was irritated, because she didn't want to admit to worry. It just wasn't like them; even if there wasn't time to talk there'd be a text that said 'Busy' to set her mind at ease.

During the course of the evening she'd gone from eyeballing her phone where it sat on the coffee table to having it on hands-free in the car - then on Steven's coffee table as she let herself into the flat and, not finding them there, paced the length of it before trying to distract herself talking to the goldfish or leafing through a book.

When a key turned in the door she was on her feet, half-way to it when it opened and a familiar figure walked through. Well ... familiar except for the flat cap he was wearing, and the startled look on his face - but Thera was too relieved for those to properly sink in.

"Hey there ..." Catching her breath a little, "Are you OK?" She didn't give the poor man time to answer, or to protest, taking his face in her hands and planting a kiss on his lips. "I was getting worried ..."

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[Random starter for @livedtough's Jake ;)]

Cargo docks, Port of London, late evening ...

He picked a bad time to be off on his own. Not that his fate was certain to have changed had he not been - it might, or it might simply have been delayed. As things are, however, the crewman leans back on the side rail of the cargo ship Populaire, lit cigarette between his lips. He's picked a spot he knows is out of anyone's immediate sight, either the other crew or especially the officers on the bridge; this isn't his actual assigned break, and besides that he doesn't want to share.

There's an access ladder not far along, one he personally wouldn't use in a pink fit, and he doesn't even think about anyone else doing so at all. So he's really not prepared, as he takes a long drag of the smoke, shielding the lit end with his other hand, for someone to rise up over the side, land beside him and throw a punch into his throat.

It's also the last thing he knows, as the world blanks out and he's pitched over the rail, landing with a splash far below. Thera treads out the dropped cigarette, leaves the butt and a black smudge on the deck, before getting her bearings and moving on. They do say those things will kill you.

In an ideal world she would be finishing off the rest of the crew as well. She might still get the chance, but on this particular night she has other priorities. A look in the hold, for a start, where she's certain she'll find a whole bunch of undeclared 'cargo' that she's going to be very upset about ...