Dave decides to show these people just who happens to be the boss around here!
"beholD! i am Dave! bow beFore my greaT power or i shall seT your very chimmNies agaiNsT you!" he says in his drunk wobbly maniac voice, and waves his hands around like he is having a seizure, presumably in the hopes of seeming more powerful.
[Dave's affinity roll: 3]
A crack in the ground appears before him, spreading forward, the sound of shuffling paws coming out of it. Not quite the most impressive of shows, but one that definitely would lead an attentive viewer to suspect something is amiss here - evidently, the large underwear creatures do, for one of them shouts back at Dave.
"Ah! Power! Much appreciated!" it says, and immediately lowers the drawbridge, which is a rather inviting affair composed of what seem like bricks overlaid with cotton boxers.
* * * * *
Eta's not entirely sure about this whole business, but realizes that poking her nose further into it is likely to bring nothing but further trouble.
"Oh. Good. Good," she says, wondering if her creepy, yet largely (in more ways than one) harmless stalker might not have just been horribly executed in the backroom somehow. It seems slightly quiet in there.
"Okay. See you later!" she says, and, together with Lois, moves out as quickly as possible to maintain plausible deniability. As she leaves, Bart stands there a moment, pondering for a moment why that other lady was going out wearing a bathrobe. Having no clear answer, he shrugs to himself and gets back to the crossword he was working on moments previously, only to be interrupted once again by somebody exiting the backroom. It seems to be the girl and the fat wizard, looking relatively pleased with themselves. And nobody with them.
[Joanie's affinity roll: 1-->2+2]
The girl points at him for a moment, and Bart's unsure what to think, exactly. He looks down to see if there's perhaps a spot on his shirt, but no, there seems to be no such thing.
"What is the problem?" he asks.
"Well, uh, I think there's a bit of an issue in there. You should come take a look," the girl says, setting off a few alarm bells in Bart's mind. The fat man looks rather terrible, he notices. He realizes, suddenly, that something has probably gone horribly wrong. And that he is in no position to be fixing it, in all likelihood. But he is going to have to try. He gets up from his seat, then moves to the door, past the two wizards, looking into the room, and seeing two prone figures on the ground, covered in... something. Oh god. Something has indeed gone horribly wrong, and he has no idea what to do. Unsure of how to proceed, Bart just stands there, utterly stumped.
Unbeknownst to him, however, a great deal is happening behind him. For one, Joanie seems to be very much nervous about this slight snag in her plan, and currently is whispering in
THE DUNKER's ear. The nature of the message is simple.
"Quick, do something!"Of course, none of that is something that particularly bothers Eta and her friend Lois, who had left moments previously. Indeed, for them the more important issue appeared to be the clothing store they have noticed not too far down the street - not only does it seem to have opened only minutes ago, it also happens to be having some kind of blowout sale, probably because of an imminent closing so characteristic of downtown stores, particularly in a developing neighborhood such as this. Though upon taking a look inside, Eta does feel a tad unhappy that a place like this would close - the selection and the decor are rather nice, if she may say so herself, and the staff do seem rather charming, what little she can see of them.
About fifteen or so minutes pass as the two women walk through the store, examining the displays for all manner of garments, from the comfortable to the elegant to the intriguingly sophisticated, all at very affordable prices, but nothing really seems to be catching Lois' eye. Eta wonders why that might be when she suddenly hears a question from Lois.
"So... what are we doing here?"* * * * *
Myles, feeling brave enough to combat vicious monsters and touch suspicious pillars alike, tries to move toward the highly explosive object the kind police officer told him to stay away from moments previously, but the officer seems less than impressed.
"Seriously, man. Stay away. It might explode, you never know."Thus discouraged, Myles decides to light a match in protest, or at least for spells and stuff.
[Myles' mind roll: 4+1]
The pink flame proves most distracting as he looks upon it, and soon blackness descends on his mind, the shadow enveloping him only broken by a single table, atop which stands a shot that seems to be both bright pink, similarly to the flame, and glow under its own power as well as slightly glitter and sparkle. Oddly tempted by this clearly evil liquid, Myles decides to try it, only to find that it tastes like what he imagines uranium-235 would do to his tastebuds. Whether by sheer willpower or simple counter-reflex built up through years of gentlemanly whiskey consumption, he manages to get it down, and, for a brief moment, feels like he knows the name of the king.
1. Energize Carrot
2. Circle of Overflowing Blankets
3. Call Upon Redundant Peaches
! 1/3!When his consciousness returns, however, he retains but a bit of knowledge, and becomes acutely aware of the police officer looking at him in a fairly suspicious manner.
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John, quite averse to interfering in other people's business at this point due to the immensely terrible experiences doing so has brought so far, walks away from the park and, after a brief stop at Chow's Chow to get some slightly dripping takeaway and a visit to the liquor store to get some back alley quality scotch, heads on home, not even turning the TV on as he consumes some greasy slop, washing it down with a good dose of booze to help him forget more efficiently.
Unfortunately for John, however, he fails to pass out from drinking a whole bottle of scotch, though whether it's more due to his physical qualities, his willpower, the adulterants present in the scotch, the speed of his drinking or some heretofore undiscovered booze-absorbing quality of Chow's chow, he doesn't rightly know. What he does know is that he's absolutely smashed right now, and quite disappointed, lonely and more than a little depressed. Exactly the sort of mood one tended to phone up ex-girlfriends in, or watch late night infomercials - trouble is, it is currently the early afternoon, and he isn't sure he has any ex-girlfriends whose numbers he remembers or has written down.
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