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  1. "What the fuck," Marley says, as soon as they're back in the living room; he's one of the loudest voices but is by no means alone—Ovi can hear seven other distinct voices over the poorly contained din. "I thought—hang on, he's cursed?"

    "So all the games he played, all the—fuck. What the hell is Montreal doing?" Mamrie asks, like any of them know.

    "Do you think Pike and Boiziau know?" Carmie asks, before the rest of his words are overtaken by everyone else yelling about what to do next.

    OR: In the moments of Shane and Ilya having a conversation in the kitchen, the Bears have one as well. It's far more muddled.

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  2. It's kind of hilarious and tooth-rottingly sweet that the rookies are all so anxious over meeting Roz's girl. Or, wait, should it be his boy? Fuck, his Jane? Shit, Cliff doesn't fucking know. He probably should, though, but that's something to think about another day. He'll just stick with Roz's Jane for now—makes it easier for everyone, probably. Jane's been haunting Boston for for-fucking-ever, which, shit—he's definitely curious about how long their whole thing has been going on.

    He glances over his shoulder, catching sight of Breezy's tense mouth, their nerves apparent as Los knocks his shoulder into Ovi's; all three are muttering together, clearly anxious for tonight to go well.

    Still, how they're standing itches at him. There’s something… off about the rookies.

    OR: Boston welcomes Montreal on their home turf. Movie night beckons in the aftermath. The rookies' questions aren't the only wheel of fortune that's turning.

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  3. St. Simon
    i've been thinking about this for the past twelve hours, and my single problem with all of this is that you cannot be this down bad for a fucking metro, roz

    Ovlichein
    sainty, i think i'd agree but this is The Shane Hollander

    ‘Los
    no fr, anyone else and id be the first one to say cap stand UP !!! but this is miss jane
    like pls, miss jane will you teach me your ways

    Breezy
    ^^^^^ THE Miss Jane

    OR: Shane gets added to a new group chat a mere twenty-four hours after the ghostly outing. It's a highlight, compared to all the other shit that's happening.

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  4. “Please, Roz,” Ovlichein, their youngest rookie, begs. Ilya doesn't doubt how earnestly he means his words as he arches a brow at him, watching panic spread across Ovlichein's face. “Everyone else said that they couldn't host, and I offered but they said that none of the rooks could, which meant that Breezy and 'Los couldn't either, and then Marley said that we wouldn't gel as a team, and then everyone else agreed, and then Carmie and Sebbin said that we were going to be cursed if we didn't—”

    Ilya holds up a hand, gratified when Ovlichein immediately falls silent.

    The locker room is empty of everyone else, a trap neatly laid by the team. Ilya would be impressed by their conniving if it weren't so fucking irritating.

    “This is a setup,” Ilya says slowly, watching as Ovlichein pales. “You know this, yes? You have been sent as a sacrifice for the whole team.”

    OR: Ilya is a sensible captain. He takes care of his rookies, he hosts the team when needed, and he doesn't fuck around with ouija boards. Too bad Boston only cares about the first two things

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  5. “Jesus fuck,” Marley says, before he gets a look at Ilya's smug face and rolls his eyes. “At least tell me you didn't bite her back." He shakes his head, grinning. “She is most fussy,” he says. “No marks, Rozanov; no shoes in the house, asshole; stop picking me up and throwing me on my bed, I just made it, dickhead,” he mocks, before he gestures at his shoulder. “And then she rides me for three hours and bites me like a vampire. These things I must suffer through.” OR: Boston's got the Montreal Jane pattern basically locked down. The bite mark on Ilya's shoulder is new, though.

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