New York: Open to anyone who'd like to run into him

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[ooc: Will and I didn't want to set up anything specific without finalizing with muns/pups first, so feel free to run into him here, even if you don't know him and are just in the New York area. Hell, even if you just want to run by and shout "dork!" at him, feel free.

BTW, Christine, Eve and Billie can assume he called them :-) No rush or time limit, so no worries if you're busy/not interested.]

Will was staying in a hotel in Manhattan while he was there for his adventure of meeting his new friends. He'd called everyone who'd shown interest in meeting him but with whom he hadn't had a chance to finalize any plans for meeting. His messages had been short and basically said he'd be in the lounge and bar area. If they didn't catch him there, they could reach him on his cell.

Nursing a scotch, sitting at the bar and looking at the people who came in, Will felt happy to just be there. He loved New York. If he didn't miss Kevin so much, he'd probably stay for another week. For now, though, he'd enjoy the time he had left and keep people watching.

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[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

Eve scanned the foyer of the hotel then the lounge, dialling the number Will had left on his voicemail and holding her phone to her ear as she moved to where she could see into the bar too. Her sunglasses still in place she listened to see if she could hear the electronic chirp of a cellphone, or someone reaching for one.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Snake had enough of shopping. Nothing irked him more then slow lines, slow cashiers and annoying women in the stores. It took every ounce of control not to shoot someone especially in the designer places. Sighing he hit the bar in the first place he found. It was a hotel, not his first choice but he'd drink anywhere at the moment. Getting a scotch he turned to look at all the people in the place and they annoyed him too. Snake rolled his eye turning back to the bar when he swore he saw a familiar face a few seats down.

Shrugging he walked over and smiled recognizing Will.

Didn't know you were up 'round here.

[prettysavvygirl.livejournal.com]

Billie had never been to New York. She'd heard about it. She'd totally seen it on TV. Hello, backdrop for TRL? Yeah. Regardless, she was a tad nervous. And, did Will even know how she was getting from San Francisco to New York? Hmm. Maybe it was better to let him assume... whatever it was he might assume. Her sister would get upset if she told their secret... again.

She closed her eyes and tossed the potion vial onto the floor. She stepped into the small cloud of smoke that appeared and focused on Will. She opened her eyes and glanced around. Thankfully, she'd magically appeared in a dark corner that no one seemed to take notice of. Huzzah for small favors.

Oh, a bar. She finally noticed that. She pouted; she really needed to invest in a fake id. Of course, she wasn't really sure how drunken potion teleportation would work out...

"Will!" she squealed, all sorts of high-pitched and cute. Silly Billie.

[a--nightingale.livejournal.com]

Christine Wayne stepped out of the car and blew the driver, Alfred, whom was very much like a father to her, a kiss and a promise to call when she was ready. "And do be careful, Madame Wayne. You never know what sort you will encounter online."

"Will's a sweetie. I'll be careful though."

She entered the hotel and moved to the bar and lounge, searching for her friend, and picking him out relatively easily.

"Will?" She asked, caustiously, to assure she was correct. "Will Porter?"

And the Wayne wife smiled. "Christine Wayne." she told him.