"... This is a penis isn't it. Sicko."
Kyle decides to go back to bead and just hide his head under his pillow to sleep. Stupid room. Pervert. Getting under aged people to touch it.
Disgusted by this decidedly Freudian twist, you begin to suspect that whatever's outside is probably no better than what's inside, and distance yourself from the door, at which the room seems to sigh contently, and advance toward your bed, abandoning all hope, then lie down. The bed quivers perceptibly, its soft folds conforming to your shape, and the walls giggle dreamily. You grab the pillow, eliciting an ooh from your surroundings, and force it over the side of your head. The bed shivers for a moment, and starts to very perceptibly breathe under you.
"No no, th-thats fine. We going now?" If so, Selina gets up and follows them.
"No time like the present, right?" Rita says, and so you get up and start following her. She makes a quick stop at the kitchen, where Lynn seems to have just about finished up with her prying.
"We're going out to a clubhouse. You coming along or not?" Rita asks her sister without that much warmth to her voice.
"Have I ever not?" Lynn asks unaffectedly and immediately gets up. "Leaving straight away?"
"Leaving straight away, yeah."
Lynn looks around herself, then down at her clothes, then shrugs and follows as the three of you walk out of the house, closing the doors behind you. The neighborhood looks far less unfriendly and foreboding at this hour, you find, and the air is quite refreshing, if a bit chilly.
"There was a clubhouse not too far off, right?" Rita wonders as the three of you walk. "Hadrian's place?"
"Yeah, he's still around," Lynn replies. "Was there two weeks ago. Tamer than it used to be."
"Aw. And here I was hoping Selina'd get the full local flavor, you know?" Rita laughs as you walk down the somewhat lively suburbs. Children playing outside, old women watering their gardens, all kinds of people having quality family time outside. It all looks very wholesome.
"He's still got the same fun stuff, for what it's worth. Except now it's a little more unpredictable."
"Unpredictable how?"
"It... offsets the lack of novelty. Sometimes. That's all I can say."
You're not sure, but you think Lynn may have looked a tad unnerved there.
"But it's not
dangerous, right?" Rita asks with a touch of exaggerated concern. Lynn looks at you for a moment until you look back at her.
"No. Not at all," she says in a deadpan that makes you slightly concerned.
Alex would walk up to the skinheads, a serious look on this face. "Do any of you know the guy who killed your friends? Trust me, he's dead if you do. He won't find you, if that worries you." Alex would only have cold calculation on his face. A dead, soulless stare was all that appeared on his face.
They reply that they do not. He's just some guy who came up to them from the street and blasted their friend into bits. They got a look at him, sure, since he did stand there a moment, but that's about it.
They also wonder why you'd want to know. They already told all this to the police. Are you some kind of G-man or whatever, or a PRT guy? You've got that look, they say, and you swell (inwardly, naturally - you effortlessly maintain a catatonic crocodile face on the outside) with pride and confidence at the way your demeanor seems to be entirely working for some reason.
Sort of only half waiting for the teenager to lead him to an unguarded entrance Steven looks around in an attempt to spy a way in, or any eddites who could lead him to their secret entrance.
You decide that these irritable kids are about as much help as you'd expect, and instead try your earlier trick of scoping another part of the stadium for obvious security flaws - fortunately, one rather readily presents itself, as you notice a van and three Eddites rather wonderfully distracting the police, which could theoretically allow you to skulk into the confines of the stadium with impunity. You are about to do so when you become conspicuously aware of a slight, how shall we put it, embiggening of all that surrounds you. Or an ensmallment of your own inimitable self? Thing is, everything looks a bit bigger. And seems to be increasing in size, especially when you shut your eyes to open them again a fraction of one of those little time things afterward.
"There's no such thing as a subtle Eddite. The ones I've seen have all made it pretty obvious who they follow. And you're like ten years old. If that was the case, it would have been stupid to follow us anyway. Why don't you try again, and maybe say something more believable this time." Jake responds to the girl, his face forming into an annoyed look. These people were wasting his time, and he might lose his shot at revenge if this van was another distraction.
The van draws rather close, and comes closer and closer still, and the buildings start to get bigger, and the people look way... uh... giant? That little girl now reaches up to your shoulders, which you find patently ridiculous, to be perfectly honest.
Carrie ponders for a moment, "So... are you both hero types, trying to stop the eds then? Cause if so, you're probably in the wrong place."
Continue tabs on everything.
You notice vans approaching. Three of them - one that the hoodie kid is looking at, and two more approaching from different directions a tad more subtly. Their drivers look a little inebriated, and you're not sure if they're distractions as well. They've got boxes in the back as well. You're not positive what that means.
You do know that things start to look considerably bigger when they get closer, though. And then, when you jump out, they get back to normal in a period of ten or so seconds, and when you jump back in, the effect's back. It's kind of cool how it happens, you think.
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