C: You tiptoe into the trailer, as light on your feet as possible.
Confucius was baffled. He was just supposed to assume where the great cloak might be, without any information? The babben sighed; he really should have known better. Even so, the thrill of adventure was well and alive.
Surveying his options, he decided the house was too obvious and the van was too horrifying. It left only the trailer for him to investigate, using his small, light body to do just that. He lofted his flashlight as he did so, watching the ground carefully.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 9:02 pm
Choice D.
Tonight was the perfect night to go yank some treasure! Reminding herself to that the goal was a cape and just a cape, Mr.E hovered about as quietly as she could. Where to first...
There were so many possibilities but Mr.E decided to follow the sound of bubbling water. As long as they weren't a never-nude, lots of folks took off their clothes before they got into the water.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 10:02 pm
Mission One Results: Shots Fired
If You Chose A...
You can’t find an open window, but the house has a sliding door. Bingo! This will be quick. Duck in, grab the cape, duck back out. But as you sneak into the house, something seems… off. Very off. This house smells like apple potpourri and looks downright wholesome. There's even a white picket fence. Where’s the glitter? Where’s the hairspray? Why is there a portrait of two unicorns and their unicorn childreOH MY GOD THIS IS NOT TACO’S HOUSE. Panicking, you flee the premises to look elsewhere.
If You Chose B...
The tour bus is securely locked, but you’re able to pry it open after much difficulty. Why oh why weren’t you given a lockpick? The inside of the bus is quiet and smells like fabric spray- you know, the stuff you use instead of real laundry detergent. The silence of the night is broken by heavy snoring. “HONK-SHOOOOOooooooo… HONK-SHOOOOOOOOOooooooo…. HONK-sngrrrk ga wha?” Apparently you weren’t as silent as you thought; the shadow of a sleepy head rises above a back row of seats. “Who’s there? You shouldn’t be here!” comes a yawning snarl as one of TACO’s roadies shakes himself loose from the seats he’d been sleeping on. “You have some questions to answer, bub!” He comes towards you menacingly but due to the narrow construction of the bus, you realize that if you back up quickly he probably won’t be able to catch you or get around you. You flee into the night, hearing a door slam and the clicking of a lock behind you… followed by hoofbeats. Angry hoofbeats. Heart pounding in your ears, you scatter to a hiding place, your dreams of espionage shattered and replaced by a dream of staying alive. You are out of the game!
If You Chose C...
The trailer’s door squeaks as it opens and the smell of funk masked with body spray slowly rolls out and settles around your feet. You leap up the short flight of steps, landing lightly on your feet. There’s all kinds of strange props in here- oversized jewelry and ostentatious watches, spandex in all colors of the rainbow, streamers and ribbons made of twenty different fabrics, at least three lamé bodysuits, microphones, wigs, makeup, makeup remover… and an empty rack where capes clearly SHOULD be. Hmm. Why have they all been removed? This seems suspicious. Either TACO chose to get all of his capes drycleaned this week… or something more nefarious and/or frustrating is at play. Narrowing your eyes, you back out of the trailer, cautious and on your guard. Something strange is afoot here, and it’s not just the backup dancers.
If You Chose D...
The swimming pool surface shines in the dark as the dim reflections of the stars dance across the water. Despite the darkness, you soon realize you aren’t alone. A seagull floats serenely on the dark water. It seems to be asleep; in fact, it isn’t moving at all. It looks unnaturally stiff. It… seems to be dead, but then it begins to move. The seagull rises out of the water without flapping its wings… or really, moving at all (other than directly up). It is apparently an elaborate disguise, as underneath it is a phony in a dark wetsuit and dark goggles. How long have they been waiting there? You stare at them, baffled. What could a replica seagull attached to a snorkel possibly hide? Wouldn’t such an item attract more attention than it deflects? You ponder this strange decision as the stranger begins to speak. “Message from The Boss,” says the phony, spitting out the snorkel’s mouthpiece. “The eagle has landed in the pond and there’s a bomb strapped to the ea- oh wait no, wrong message. Your message is “No clear shot at the target here, nobody just leaves capes hanging out by the pool, are you daft?” and then a few more harsh words.” The wetsuit-clad stranger shoves the mouthpiece back in their mouth and dives back under the water, hiding once more under their seagull.
You’d better move on.
Eliminations
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Agent Crumbles' dreams have crumbled!
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Agent Button Gwinett fights and runs away to live to sign another day!
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Agent Peasant has been thrown into the stocks!
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Agent Chicken Nugget didn't want to be a pie... but that didn't matter!
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Agent Brahms heard her last lullaby!
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Agent Waluigi got hit with a blue shell!
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Agent Appendix's story is over!
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Agent Baywatch made a mistake and hassled the hoff!
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Agent the SOCKS got socked!
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Agent Jet Jaguar exploded!
Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 10:05 pm
Mission Two: A Wider Net
You soon realize that this cape hunt is going to be harder than you initially though; the obvious, immediate choices were all busts. But that’s not good spy work, is it? What’s obvious is rarely ever right. After all, if it were that easy, surely The Boss would have just gone after the cape themselves instead of recruiting an entire spy network… right? It’s time to get creative. That’s what the good ones do, right? Thinking outside the box for a clever solution. That’s the way to go. If the cape isn’t here, it couldn’t just get up and walk away, right? RIGHT? No. Capes go where their owners go, and TACO is a busy phony. You just have to trail him to where he might be found. What do you know about TACO? He’s a pink earth phony with notoriously blurple hair and an ego matched only by his flamboyance. He has a large family- multiple children with children of their own, which means he’s related to half the Who’s Who of this town. He’s a high profile target, that’s for sure- but maybe somebody tangential to him might be able to help. You jot some notes in your notebook to help you think about secondary locations. You know you’ll have to move fast- odds are you’ll only be able to search a few places tonight. And then there’s the odds of running into TACO himself- what if he figures out that there’s a small cabal of amateur spies after his cape? You must be cautious- this risk you take is calculated. Let’s hope you aren’t bad at math.
Where do you search?
A: His partner owns a bakery, right? What if he keeps a spare there? B: There’s got to be a way into that tour bus, and now it’s unguarded. Keep searching. C: What about the concert hall? He performed there not too long ago- maybe there’s a spare cape in the dressing room! D: Where would a guy like TACO hang out? That’s right, a nightclub! And don’t his kids own one? What if there’s one there?
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Agent Sparkles's luck is magic!
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Agent Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy found this simple-pimple dimple-wimple!
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The Chairman presides!
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Agent Dark Horse won the race!
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Agent Ganymede wasn't kidnapped by Zeus in the form of an eagle to be his waterbearer, so all things considered this is a good day for him!
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Agent Tipsy wasn't topsy, didn't fall down with the dropsy!
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Agent Chemical X marked the spot!
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Agent Sunshine sees clear skies!
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Agent Lucky lives up to her name!
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Agent Confucius conned his way out of trouble!
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Agent Sweetness's luck was sweet!
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Agent Croque-Madame isn't a broke-madame!
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Agent Smoochums doesn't get smacked!
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Agent Lemon Pledge cleaned up!
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Agent Dandy Man isn't rumpled!
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Agent Simple Simon met the pie man and continues to the fair!
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Agent Tidal Trouble had no trouble!
Blue Eyed Melloon
Agent Rat Pack runs the maze!
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Agent Jimmies wasn't rustled!
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Your codename is wow such meme! Agent wow such meme is a success kid!
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Agent Roger, Roger rolls on! Copy that? Roger, roger!
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Agent Dog isn't in the doghouse!
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Agent Grace O'Malley conquers!
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Agent Jessica Rabbit hops along!
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Agent Mr. E's success was no mystery!
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Agent Skyfall's sky didn't fall!
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Your code name is FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA! Agent Fa La La La La, La La La La decked the halls!
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 10:14 pm
A: His partner owns a bakery, right? What if he keeps a spare there?
Of course, Confucius didn't think it'd be that easy. The tour bus was still a terrifying option, not one he really wanted to entertain; the concert hall was a possibility but felt unlikely, given that it was a public venue; and not wanting to run into the Phony himself, the notion of a nightclub seemed...perilous.
Confucius wasn't in the business of risking until it was necessary. Deciding to check on his partner's business, he headed towards the bakery, flashlight hovering near by.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 10:53 pm
Choice A:His partner owns a bakery, right? What if he keeps a spare there?
Oops! As quickly as she could, Holly rushed out of the house, going back outside and hiding out to catch her breath. That was embarrassing! How could she of been so clueless? It should of smelled of Hair Spray by the time she found a way in!
However, she couldn't focus on that know. She had to make another move. So the little merphony made her way to the bakery TACO's partner owned, deciding to try her luck with who she thought TACO would trust most.
Code Name: Agent Fa La La La La, La La La La....
...Who comes up with these names?!
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A: His partner owns a bakery, right? What if he keeps a spare there?
Well, she hadn't expected to find the cape that easy. She was disappointed, yes, but in a way it made sense. If it had been that easy then they wouldn't be needed. It would have been easier to just waltz into the trailer and grab the cape and go. No, she needed to think. Where could she go? Sweetness wasn't too accustomed with the world yet. It didn't help she pretty much only gardened these days... what did she know about TACO?
Well, he was in a commitment. He had a huge family, and he performed. So, what were her options? She could try and pop back into the tour bus, but after seeing others fleeing from the bus she wasn't keen on going back over there. It was too risky. She could head over to the concert hall, but that seemed far too obvious. That too would be easy to just... pop in and grab the cape. Hmm... maybe one of TACO's kids places? Didn't one own a nightclub? Wouldn't there be a bunch of people there, though? She might get caught! Biting her bottom lip, Sweetness slumped onto the ground and held her head in thought.
AHA! That's it! The bakery his partner owned! Even if there were customers, there wouldn't be enough for her to get caught unless she was stupid, and she didn't plan to be. He trusted that phony so much he committed to her, in a sense. Her bakery would be a great idea! Gathering herself up, Sweetness headed over to the bakery, sneaking the entire time.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 7:08 am
B: There’s got to be a way into that tour bus, and now it’s unguarded. Keep searching.
Abort, abort! That was not the right house and that was terribly embarrassing. Marvel thought over her new options. Honestly the bakery seemed like an odd choice and what were the chances of him just leaving a cape in the concert hall. That concert was days ago anyway. She was down to two options. The club seemed like a good idea but so did the tour bus. The tour bus was clear down, some unfortunate phonies helped her with that.
Marvel cautiously approached the tour bus.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 7:21 am
C: What about the concert hall? He performed there not too long ago- maybe there’s a spare cape in the dressing room!
Agent Lemon Pledge made sure the nanyle was nice and shiny before he tiptoed out of the house as quietly as he could. Those were some cute unicorns!
He sat and listened to the Boss. As it looked like so many were headed tpwards the bakery, he decided to try the concert hall he had heard about. Maybe the event planner knows where he went bext if no cape was left behind.
"House keeping!" Lemon Pledge practiced what he would say. Oh wait, wrong location. "Here to pick up dry-cleaning!" yeah, that sounded better!
Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 7:28 am
B: There’s got to be a way into that tour bus, and now it’s unguarded. Keep searching.
Agent Lucky, or so she had been called, was distracted for a moment by all the pretty fabrics she had found in the trailer. Perhaps it was indeed her lucky day, she thought as she tucked the most gaudy fuchsia and cyan ribbon into her saddle bag. A souvenir, she thought. Now, where were those capes? The thought through her options, interrupted by the scrambling hooves she heard outside. Peaking out, she saw the guard leaving the tour bus in a hurry. There, her gut told her, would a a cape. And so, Agent Lucky tried her hoof at luck once more, sneaking onto the now unguarded tour bus.
A: His partner owns a bakery, right? What if he keeps a spare there?
Agent Tipsy was frustrated. More than a little frustrated, actually. He much preferred the method of 'one and done', but it seemed like that wasn't going to be happening for him tonight. Of course. But he couldn't stop here. Knockout needed that cape for sure, and he just HAD to get his hooves on it!. But where to go from here..?
A safe distance away from all the ruckus, Agent Tipsy sat, working his little babby mind as hard as he could to think about the possible places that cape could be. Unfortunately for him, he only knew very surface-level information about TACO and his family... But... There was one thing he knew for sure! Auntie Banana Cream had said that TACO's partner owned a bakery outright, and that BC's friend (crush?? COULD WE CALL IT A CRUSH???) Sweet Surrender often binged on the sweets there.
Calculating the risks, he wondered slightly if it were a bad idea to go to this bakery. If TACO's partner was there and they figured out that Agent Tipsy was trying to nab that cape... Wouldn't they just call TACO and inform him immediately?
But... On the off-chance he could lie about it (ooh, his dad would be so disappointed in him) and convince them that he was just a fan of TACO's... Or even better, if Sweet Surrender himself were there so that he could worm some info out of him by playing the Auntie Banana Creme card...
Either way, off to the bakery it was. He was nervous, but now was the time for courage! OFF TO FIND THAT CAPE.
Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 7:44 am
C: What about the concert hall? He performed there not too long ago- maybe there’s a spare cape in the dressing room!
Dieu, that was right - TACO didn't have a house, he lived in an immobile mobile home. At least nobody had spotted him! With all the other obvious locations searched by his cadre of competing compatriots, agent Dandy Man pondered his next move.
Sugar Delight's bakery might hold a spare - but that was a bit of a long shot, Haute thought. His cousins' nightclub might be promising - but there were too many people there who might notice a babben snooping around where he oughtn't. The recently vacated tour bus seemed fairly promising... but something told him it wouldn't be that simple.
The concert hall (C), he decided, was as likely a choice as any, really. It made sense to keep a spare in his dressing room, in case of emergencies - and, given the frequency of his performances there, and his status as a local celebrity, he was likely to have a dressing room all his own. Haute stowed his notepad again and set out.
D: Where would a guy like TACO hang out? That’s right, a nightclub! And don’t his kids own one? What if there’s one there?
I knew it would have been too good to be true for the cape in question to have just been hanging in an unguarded trailer. Alas, it had seemed like a good place to start looking. As I vacate the premises and stroll down the street, I started to wonder... where would phonies be drunk and crazy enough to be of service? Well, by the state of the tour bus, I guessed the guy was the nightclub sort. And nightclubs were a great place to hide in plain sight. No one ever questioned what happens in the middle of the night in a club-- you could talk about assassinating someone and everyone would laugh like you're just some funny drunken party-fiend. Plus, there is nothing sketchy about going to a nightclub at night... going somewhere like a bakery or a concert hall when both would probably be closed would look very suspicious.
Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 10:21 am
D: Where would a guy like TACO hang out? That’s right, a nightclub! And don’t his kids own one? What if there’s one there?
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Crooner sprinted from the house before anyone could find him. He couldn't imagine how he had blundered on the address! He grumbled, half tempted to say the voice in the earpiece sent him in the wrong direction.
After a two blocks, the flutter finally slowed down. Now he was without cape and without a lead. He had to think! Where did Candy say her extensive family members worked...
Well one chased stallions, one was a rock star like her dad, there were a few chefs and...
A club owner! That's right! There's no way TACO wouldn't be there as often as possible! His wings buzzed in excitement, and he hovered off the ground for a moment before running toward where he had heard this club was located.
D: Where would a guy like TACO hang out? That’s right, a nightclub! And don’t his kids own one? What if there’s one there?
The trailer's smell just about knocked Agent Dog out. As soon as she saw there were no capes inside she made a beeline for the outside. Once out she took deep breaths of somewhat clean air trying to get the stink out of her nose.
Once she no longer felt like passing out she considered what she should do now. The cape had to be somewhere TACO would go. Maybe a nightclub plus it would give her a chance to check out the nightlife. Next stop decided she started looking for the nearest bus stop.
