Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131103145155/@comment-25151516-20131107005253

"First, yer trousers need ta clean. And if Mister Brains is doin' wha' I think he's doin'," Revan kept drumming. "It won't be long." He realized Kirina was eating her curry cold. "Do you really not know how ta use a microwave?" He snapped his fingers, sending a stream of black smoke with a hint of blue and a trail of red light into the food, heating it. "Me niether. Not tha' one, anyway. Tha curry tastes better warm. An' save some fer me! I love curry!" He kept working with the computers.

Meanwhile, James Holmes was chasing a lead. It was dark out already as he stood in an extravagant looking club. He leaned on the bar, looking the part of an easygoing patron.

''I'll be here a while. MacLeod's gentlemanly nature will forbid him from doing anything outside until Miss Hart's trousers are sorted out. They only need ten minutes to dry a pair of trousers. Hart might distract him though...''

He had a prepared text: "Marcone's. Found out where they are." However, he would not send the text until he knew it was time.