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 Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 10:48 pm
In no time at all, Riley was there again and moving under the booth. Was this a party under there? Still holding a bit of tablecloth up, he saw Mal. He saw Riley. Together. Under a table. Ohhhhh. Whatever brought Malodore under there, putting them under a table together probably would result in something.
He dropped the tablecloth and then moved over, shooing everyone away from the table. "Okay. Nothing to see here. Let them have some privacy and do their love makin in peace." If there was one thing he at least knew, you did not come between love despite how crazy the time to get cozy...and what place. Really, for a presidential candidate to do............well, this didn't seem that strange at all for a presidential candidate. Oh well.
Calder kept guard. "And Malodore is not a Cougar." He pointed out to those who were talking about him. "He's not even named Freddy!" There. Corrected. These people were dense. Malley didn't even have cat ears. DDDUUUHHH.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:17 pm
"I don't think it's Freddy," Jordan said, as reasonably as he could, having connected the dots by now. "It's a doctor of some kind. And its face isn't burned."
"Robert's right here," he said to Ennea, nodding towards the gnome. "Oh, I see you've got one! Good. I'm hoping we do as well, too."
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ToT Seething with Rage Crew
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:18 pm
Out of the sky, from seemingly nowhere, a TABLE falls...
... Landing right on you with a loud BAM.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:20 pm
Jerry suddenly gave a feline hiss, hiding behind Jordan from the table as though overcome by his "cover", "It's the scissorman!" He whispered pointedly. At least they had found the flying gnome and it seemed he wasn't going to fly off anywhere else.
But apparently tables were. The "cat-girl" leaped backward from the sudden crash with less-than cat-like reflexes, scrambling backward on unfamiliar feet to the ground with a yelp.
"S-s-sir?" He squeaked. Oh... oh hell oh hell what was Jordan's cover name again? His mind was whirring as panic threatened to grip him NO NO NO IT WAS JUST A TABLE. From. The sky. And. "Are... are you okay?" He managed weakly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:23 pm
ToT Seething with Rage Out of the sky, from seemingly nowhere, a TABLE falls...
... Landing right on you with a loud BAM. Suddenly, the world was spinning drunkenly around him, and the ground was getting rapidly closer. Jordan yelped, flailed, and fell over. Well, his body fell over. His flying head, on the other hand, hit the ground with a dizzying thump, rolled several times, and wound up under the tablecloth. He tried woozily to blink the spots out of his eyes. "Um," he said. "What just happened?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:25 pm
Madison shrieked as the table crashed down and Jordan's body crumpled. It was a very high-pitched, very... well, very girly shriek. "Boss!" she spluttered, dropping to her bony knees next to the body, dragging it into her lap awkwardly. Oh god oh god WHERE WAS HIS HEAD??
.................
"Because fire," Malodore began, giving Riley a pleading look - and then there was a CRASH! from outside. The plague doctor shrank back against Riley as something bounced through the tablecloth.
... Oh.
Huh.
All fear vanished, and Malodore looked highly nonplussed. "Good afternoon," it said, politely. "My offer to stitch that on more firmly still stands."
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:53 pm
Ennéa awkwardly shied out of the way of the table that fell from the sky. She looked up nervously to make sure more pieces of furniture weren't following it. She didn't particularly feel like getting smacked in the head by a chair.
Speaking of heads... Ennéa blinked when she saw Madison cradling Jordan's body sans head. "Oh no!" she cried. "Did it fall off??" She held up her 'hand' "Nobody move! I'll find it!"
Ennéa quickly scampered about, scanning the ground for Jordan's head. She skirted around Jerry, moving his twitching tail out of the way, and past several other bystanders before stopping infront of a horse-looking person guarding a booth table, "Excuse me!" she called, ducking down without waiting for an answer. She lifted the tablecloth to look under the table.
Ennéa brightened; there was Jordan's head! And sitting beyond it were two strange creatures. One looked kind of like a bird and the other had tentacles for hair. Ennéa paused to boggle at the purple tentacled creature. "Whoa..." she breathed. She then sharply shook her head. Focus. "Um, that's my friend's." she said, pointing at the head. "He lost his head." She added unnecessarily.
Ennéa reached out and gently scooped up Jordan's head. "You okay, boss?" she asked in not the most subtlest of whispers.
She crawled back out from under the table. "I like your hair tentacles!" she called back over her shoulder.
Ennéa went over to where Maddie was with Jordan's body and handed over his head. "There you go!" she said.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:17 am
Riley instantly regretted the cannon the moment Malodore said the word fire, but she had no time to comfort it. Instead, a head rolled under the table, and she stared at it for a moment.
A terrible attempt to spy? Perhaps. The head was snatched away as quickly as it had come, and Malodore looked remarkably less frightened. She put her hand out, palm upward, and her expression lifted in lieu of a fire.
You're safe now. I'll protect you from any fire.
Her eyes lifted sharply when someone complimented her on her tentacles, and she used her other hand to lift the table cloth and catch a glimpse of the complimenter. Thank you. She emitted privately to the ghoul.
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TABLES WERE FALLING FROM THE SKY OH GOD-
"Okay ******** Freddy, let's get out of here." Robert almost whined, still clung to Petra's leg like a lifesaver. "I ain't gonna be squashed like a bug!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 10:05 am
Jordan blinked again and said to Malodore, "Thank you. I'd appreciate that. Once you've, uh, come back out." Awkward. "Sorry to intrude."
And then Ennea appeared like a rescuing angel, scooping his head up. "I'm fine," he said, still half on autopilot. "Just a little disoriented. Thank you - oh, there it is," he added, spotting his body in Madison's lap as Ennea brought his head back out from under the table. "Thanks, M - Badison," he called, and got up carefully; steering his body when his viewpoint wasn't directly attached to it was a little tricky. "What happened?"
That was inconvenient, Ferros grumbled. Please try to get a golem with all its parts firmly attached next time.
Thanks so much for your helpful input. It was somehow comforting to have Ferros grumbling amiably in his head, unfazed by all the strangeness. In spite of the fact that it had been only a few days, Jordan couldn't imagine being alone in his thoughts again.
Don't get all mushy on me.
Traumatic situation. Emotional outbursts are natural. Jordan took his head back and tucked it more firmly under his arm; he intended on keeping a tight hold on it until it could be more firmly attached.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 10:11 am
"Er... a table fell on you, Sir," Jerry managed weakly, before quickly amending as he glanced to the unfamiliar monsters at the booth, "Ma'am."
And then his feline ears heard something. The cannons were quiet enough for music to drift towards the booth and the Golem's green slitted eyes widened and dilated with a fearsome glitter to them.
Was... was... was that...
Was it really...
My GOD KARAOKE.
Still clutching the tentacled doll tightly, the cat suddenly surged off with a look of possessed determination.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 6:12 pm
Candace lowered her gun to just stare at Calder, eyes wide and jaw dropped. He was working so hard, trying over...and over...and over. And over. And over. And over until he finally shot the damn plushie. No one had ever worked so hard to win something for her before. She was rather taken aback by it, so used to doing things all on her own that for Calder to keep shooting at something to impress her, to keep catching fish back at that booth to make her happy...she wasn't sure what to do. Her tail flicked a little, betraying the flicker of happiness she was feeling at being so spoiled.
And then all hell broke loose. Tables flying, strange--OH GOD WAS THAT A BIRD?! And then Big Bird of Death and Tentacle Hentai disappeared under the table.
...Well then.
Candace fell quiet, unsure how to react to all this. She was so..it all happened so quickly! Eventually she sighed and facepalmed, looking around until she suddenly remembered something.
s**t! She needed to win a game herself still! "Ah..um...Calder~!" She looked a bit panicked, hurrying over to him and tossing the paintball gun aside onto the booth to hug his arm again, nuzzling her cheek against his with wide eyes and a hopeful smile, her ears perked and her tail swishing. "I really, really want to try winning a game myself. Do you think we could go try some more~?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 6:21 pm
Candance had no idea what sort of messages she was delivering without thinking it. The constant nuzzling was like pecking someone on the cheek with him, a true sign of equine affection, and he was now SURE that Cade love him, or at least liked him. There would be no other reason for the boil to hold him, call him by affectionate names, and nuzzle him over and over not to mention petting his ear. These were all the gestures of someone who was flirting rather strongly, and Calder was all to happy to receive these gestures of affection and melt beside the boil he just met. While someone might say that it was silly for him to be so wrapped up with a boil in only a few hours, Calder simply thought that this was what love was. Love at first sight. The instantaneous connection and chemistry that flooded his daydreams and was everything he desires. True, Cade had no horns, but he made up for it with his personality.
There was no way he could object to anything the boil wanted, nor did he even feel any desire to. They were happily spending their festival, their youth, together in one anther's embrace.
All but done with the craziness in this booth, he nodded when Cade wanted to go to another, his face sore from smiling as the boil nuzzled him again, and once he did so, Calder returned it with his own. Maybe if he was lucky, he could go under a booth table with Cade too.
"Sure. We can go. Whatever you want, clover cakes." He said, slipping his hand into Cade's and smiling. "Let's go." And with a happy swish of his tail, he walked off with his darling beloved.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 9:24 pm
Madison relaxed once Jordan and his head had been reunited - ugh! This festival might seem innocent on the surface, but it was whack. Totally, completely whack.
... And then Jerry ran off. Ugh. Madison made sure Jordan was steady on his feet, then stood up herself, pausing to give all the creepers at the booth an eyeless glare for a minute.
Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerds.
That done, she turned and headed after Jerry. She'd be damned if they got all split up again.
.........................
"This festival is, ah. Very... lively, is it not?" Malodore said, weakly. "I think I might stay under here for a while. For the solitude."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 9:26 pm
YES, they were leaving! Robert hopped off Petra's leg, and scrambled to catch up with Maddie - but the crowd had other ideas.
Robert got caught between the legs of some kind of cross between a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe, and got carried off into another booth.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 9:28 pm
"Carrie, where are you - " Jordan stifled a sigh and set off after Jerry and Madison. Warning against traveling in groups or no, he didn't particularly feel like letting them run off without him.
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