[OOM: The tent that dreams of being a studio apartment.]

*Whatever weirdness life has thrown at him, either in Milliways or back in New York, one thing has always managed to bring Raph back from the edge of insanity: A quiet spot where he can drink his beer and listen to his game.

The spot is usually on a roof, but today it has one of its own.
The game is usually baseball, but today it's Quidditch.
The ever present drink of choice is always beer, but never quality as good as this.

Pleased Raph kicks back to enjoy what he hopes will be a good 5 hour match with his Magpies walking away with the snitch. He's got money riding on it after all.

Boom!
Something rips through the tent, causing the lights to brown before blacking out entirely.
Boom!
Or maybe that's just Raph losing consciousness, falling from his couch and hitting his head soundly on the coffee table.
Boom!
Something in the dark growls a little louder than before.*