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![]() "Oh yeah, bring a Santa Hat if you can, that's important. Love you!" She doesn't actually 'love' him, as that would be gross, but it's a sort of non-aggressive friendship that passes for love these days.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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![]() "Don't worry, Niall. Dug Dug's on the job. Just hold onto your hat!" The phone turns off on the other end, and everyone just kinda... Chills around, waiting for the car to arrive. It's kinda funny how things just kinda go from bad to good all the time, this has been one random adventure. 27 Minutes Later... A Car pulls over. Actually, It's a huge truck with 6 seats. How appropriate. You all get on, Niall on the front seat. Dug Dug turns to the side and talks to Niall. "There we go. You're all here and in one peace, who are all your buddies here? Where do you wanna go? Is it fun?" |
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"Party! Back to the party to pick up Katina's kids and put vodka in Zaon. Not sure where we should go after that. Guys?" As the car gets rolling, something colourful whips through the car and atatches itself to Niall. Is that... Is that one of those sticky hands? It is. It's a purple one.
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"No, no, we were going to check out the murder! Which is... somewhere. Anyone know how to listen in on a police chatterbox?" Niall looks around, but is met by blank stares. "Okay... anyone know how to get a straight answer out of the cops if you call and ask politely? Does charm magic work over the phone?" More blank stares. Well phooey! You people are useless.
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Niall instead amuses herself by looking for the Santa Hat she asked for. Perhaps he did find such a thing, and it's in the truck somewhere.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Nope! Nothing.
But you do find a dollar and a nickel under the seat. "Ohh, the murder? Yous mean Rose Red? What a shame, I liked that girl. " Last edited by Hanz; Nov 14th, 2013 at 11:23 PM. |
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Katina let out a sigh, are they really going to continue this? But then again they already wrecked her car for this, may as well as go all-in... Pocus and Milan are probably back home and asleep by now, though the mother cat does feel sorry for not being able to spend the Christmas Eve with them.
"Weren't they headed for the Police Department in Fable Town? Why don't we just ask Officer Bigby nicely?" She said in reply to Niall's complicated plan. |
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"We could!" says Zaon. "We'll save the crazy stuff for if the sane option doesn't work. If you end up having to look after us like superfluous extra kids, you have my express permission to shoot us all, by the way."
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"Actually, I'd rather that you didn't shoot me," Marigold chimed passively, "since, you know, I put some value in my own life. I'm fine with just asking Bigby if we can help, too, by the way."
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"All this Indecision has made me hungry, how 'bout we just go to Denny's?"
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If she has to be completely honest, Katina rather go home and sleep, being the total killjoy she is. And if the others had children to feed, then perhaps they would also turn into total killjoys. (Un)fortunately the others probably don't have anything like that to worry about, and would no doubt want to go to the FTPD. Last edited by Fon; Nov 24th, 2013 at 09:05 PM. |
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"But... but fun! Cmon, let's just grab something on the way to the cops." Niall ponders Mexican, before remembering that the vehicle is provided out of the grace of Goober's heart, and thus making a mess everywhere is likely to wind up with her thrown out the door into a muddy gutter or something.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Incen stumbled into the big truck, too ill by half to be much help at anything. Thankfully, he was just drunk enough to handle the lizard, unfortunately, there now seemed to be two of them. And it was unlikely that it was just a product of drunken double vision, as one seemed to be a young woman, and the other an old man.
If you're just going to some fast good place, take me back to the party. I'd rather avail myself of the free food and drink than go to some Mundy dive. But if we're going on to the police, I'm along for the ride. If we're asking Bigby if he wants our help, probably best if you leave out mention of my possible involvement. I don't think he cares much for me.
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Oh well uh, you might think I'm delirious, The way I run you down But somewhere sometimes, When you're curious, I'll be back around - The Cars Last edited by Code H; Nov 26th, 2013 at 01:04 AM. |
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After idly shuffling about in her seat, Marigold directed a mild glare towards their driver. "Yes, let's all stuff our faces with with cheap food, rather than the free food we were getting mere hours ago," she growled, dripping with as much sarcasm as she could muster.
"To be honest, I'd rather we just continued along our intended path. You know, the one leading to the station," she said, "but if we absolutely have to take some mundie drive-through on the way there, it's not like I can stop you. I'm not spending anything though." It was a matter of principle, and not just because she didn't have any money. What kind of person brings money to a party, anyway? Last edited by Muggins; Nov 26th, 2013 at 08:31 AM. |
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F.T.P.D Upon Arrival to the F.T.P.D, You are confronted with a worrying sight. A very Tall and Muscular bald man, bearing a Blue Goatee, locking his grip onto Jack's Neck, almost smothering him to death. Opposed to him, Is officer Bigby, pointing a gun at him. "This Won't get you anywhere, Bluebeard. You've already commited a crime just coming here. Don't add Homicide to the List." "Homicide? This man killed my beloved Rose! I should kill him right now, instead I'm conversing with an ******* like you!". He Replies, Tightening the grip, It seems he is too angry to listen to anything anyone says. Bigby turns around to notice the group staring at them. "Oh great, Witnesses. Y'see what you got yourself into, Bluebeard? Just drop boy and let's talk like men. You do know that if you kill that boy, only one of us is walking out of here." Psst. This is the part where you get diplomatic. |
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