Awakening slowly from a deep and restful slumber, Chris Perkins awoke to a dull light through his hotel room window. Stretching stiff limbs, he climbed from the bed and made his way to the window. Looking out over San Diego, he saw mists obscuring the city below, and smiled; tonight was the night for the Waffle Crew, but unlike Barovia, the sight before him was mystical. He knew the sun would soon burn it away so he just stood there for a time, taking in the beautiful and serene sight. Mist was fascinating, poetic, calming. While it was often used to create sinister atmosphere, it soothed the soul. Though it was true that anything could hide in the obscuring haze, it was that self-same element of the unknown that was so alluring.
Already, the mist was thinning. He had to get ready, his was to be a busy day and he had many plans for the Waffle Crew that evening. It would be one they wouldn't soon forget.
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