<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Monica-Bellucci-Photography.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Simone Praceti<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Back Room of the Underworld Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday (ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>Simone sighed and was about to say something when the coin spinning on her palm wobbled then fell into it. Instinctively she closed her fingers around it then yelped in surprise and pain as smoke rose from between her finger and a sound like bacon sizzling in a skillet came from that hand. "Son of a bitch!" She growled, more anger then pain in her voice as she forced her throbbing hand to open and dropped the gold coin on the table. "That's fucking nice," she said through gritted teeth as she saw the brand freshly burned into her skin. "Apparently I'm now the poster girl for the Great Pumpkin," she groaned then shook her head dismissively.<br/><br/>Simone got up, nodded at the various people talking and went to find her bag. She finally found it in a corner as Fey talked about manning up. She grinned like an idiot when she found what she was looking for and nodded as Clay asked if they'd all drunk themselves stupid. She spread a clear salve over the brand, sighing with relief as the searing pain started to fade. "I might, TJ," she responded when he asked about a starting place. "Whole reason I'm here is we're seeing too many kids dying in Peds... Dr. S by the way," she added as an introduction. Then she continued by observing, "If there's one place I always found Guardians it was in the pediatric wing of the hospital... for the past few days, not a one."