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Group: [ AFTERMATH ]
Name: [ thyPOPE ]
Response: [ thyPOPE was not a Red Bull drinker, and it seemed incredible to her that other people were (or phonies, as the case was). But if Red Bull gave one wings...well, then thyPOPE would have to deal. She surveyed the members of her group and noted at least passing familiarity with each member - and ah, there was Tyg already with an idea: the Stables might be a good idea, especially if thy had remembered to bring along the keys to her own Stables today. And yet C*cktail at HQ, as Elvy had suggested, might also be a good place to look - Maxwell the bartender had to keep some unmixed and alcohol-free drinks around, after all. And Tyg had a son who worked there, didn't she...

"I don't think Maxwell would give out his supplies for free. And...honestly, I'm not sure which Phonies drink Red Bull, or if they'd be fine with us barging into their private spaces and demanding it out of them." For her, there were two very clear alternatives, though. "But I've never seen anyone object to scavengers looking through their trash. Maybe a Red Bull drinker abandoned some out by the dumpsters by the stables, or, should that prove fruitless, by C*cktail?" Gaian dumpsters, after all, were notorious for being a source of salvageable (and useable) trinkets. ]

Group:Eats
Name: Yasha Alchemist
Response:
After a short whisper with Atmadja, Yasha turns to the group to group to talk to the rest of them. "I think we want to try and go to dark alleyway..." Sure it's a sketchy idea, but you know there was probably somebody there trying to sell weird things. Why not a red bull? "If we need to split up, I'm sure that's fine!"

GROUP EATS

Group: MONSTROUS
Name: Chrystali
Response: Looking dubiously around the amusement park, Chrys frowned. "I don't know," she responded to Cheza and Epi with a purse of her lips. "This place is pretty commercial, I'm not sure they'd dare break contract with Monster. Who wants an angry Monster on their hands?" Nevermind that it was the name of their group. Totally wasn't coincidental. Nope.

"We could take a looksie, but we should probably look around outside too if it's fruitless after too many turns...or deaths," Chrys reasoned, "especially at the HyTech building. If you can find a wing-granting Red Bull anywhere, I'd assume it would be at the genome splicing place." So what if the Red Bull she had in mind wasn't the same as the small shiny can? It made as much sense to her to find an enormous bull with a ring through its nose as it did to shove an energy drink down a Phony's gullet.

Group: [ Sleazy]
Name: Scaramouche Fandango
Response:

Scaradango the Sordid was a back alley-din of the strongest conviction. She firmly believed that people could be fooled into anything by somebody who looked official. Wanted information? Go stand out there with a lab coat and a clipboard. Want something somebody else has? Throw on a security uniform and a badge and confiscate it in the name of public safety. It worked like a charm. Her part of this most honorable quest for the Red Bull would be to stand at the front of the park, near the admission gates, and go through whatever purses, fanny packs, and tote bags people tried to bring into the park. It was a long shot, but it just might work.

Group: Aftermath
Name: Ac.Wings
Response: Up until the point of dumpster diving Ac.Wings was all set to go along with the journey. Yet diving into a dumpster...bleck! She shuddered to think what could be lying in wait. Already the smell of rotten food and other gross aromas wafted into her nostrils. Of course there had been days where she found a still-good pair of pants and even bits of furniture. If they were going to make their way over there hopefully it would be filled with goodies and not slimy trash.

As gross as it was to think about wading in garbage, the need to help the flutter was bigger than ruining a good pair of shoes.

"Okay. I'm in." She looked to her teammates with a smile, "We might as well go check out their trash and see what we can find. We'll just play the part of raccoons who have taken a liking to daylight."

GROUP AFTERMATH

Group: Sparta bby~
Name: Parasitic Candii
Response: Candii spun the lid closed on her Mountain Dew and leaned against a lone street light, wrinkling her nose at the sun. At least she had had half a mind to wear shades today. Glancing around at the contents of her group, she smiled softly as she looked them over. Not a bad turn out really, all things considered. A sharp snap drew her attention to Unity, but before she could blink the girl was gone, nothing left of her but the scent of chewed gum lingering on the wind. She craned her neck toward the HyTech Building, grinning at the question. If nothing else, it wasn’t a bad place to start. There was definitely logical reasoning behind that, not completely blind curiosity, and Unit earned a couple points in her book for that. “Sounds like a plan to me.” She chanced a glance over Kit and nodded with an amused smirk. “Indeed.”

Heaving a sigh of relief as someone else took the lead, a task she wasn’t particularly interested in as she had always been more of a follower, she made her way into the building behind them, the jingle of her chains cut short as the door locked into place behind them. It occurred to her that she probably wouldn’t be a prime candidate for any missions that would require stealth, since the loud jingle of her pants chains was bound to give them away, but she stuck that worry to the back of her mind. Wasn’t important, at least not right now. “So, where to?” She asked softly, sticking her nose into conversation. She could be a great asset, when given direction.

Group: All Sleaze, all the time.
Name: StarieMichie
Response:

Michie the d**k Summoner had a rap sheet a mile long. She couldn't get a real job. The only thing she could get hired for was Phonyland Theme Park Security. In fact, one of the things they looked for in the application process was a dubious past! Score!

She reached into her official bag of tricks and sprinkled some sort of magic dust and spouted an incantation to summon her two special drug-sniffing goat dogs, who were respectively the worst and most pathetic things to exist. She slipped on her rubber gloves, and and shined up her almost official badge. Violating park goers human rights by groping them while being paid minimum wage? Sounds like paradise!

She approached a man sporting a sweet stache and a TACO t-shirt. "Hey you!" she shouted while her two Dicks sniffed hard and heavy at his crotch. "They seem to like whatever you have on you. Any contraband you're trying to smuggle into the park that I should know about? Any pot, booze, mixtapes, girl scout cookies, smack, crack, blow, goat cheese, explosives, dead prostitutes, small mammals, or Red Bull? The other things I can let slide, but I can't let you past if you have Red Bull; this here is Monster territory. Only non-wing granting beverages are allowed. You better turn it over to me, or I'm going to have to search you for it." She gave her rubber glove a hard snap.

The two elite goat-dogs got bored and went to go see if they could find any discarded chili cheese fries in the trash to eat. The sleazy summoner smiled sadistically; the rest of the group was totally going to be proud when she found the Red Bull. It would totally make up for the shame of owning TACO.
(oh geez, this might even be a little offensive, even for me...)