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What about bagels? Methinks they are unjustly accused of being allied with donuts, and therefore the Wafflesworn.

As I thought. The glory of a banana crepe overshadows all. Google them if you don't believe me.

Not to be rude or anything, but where do banana crepes fit into the grand scheme of breakfast items?

The Sadrys lived in a suburb, so let's say....Southwest or Northeast Portland?

I'd read that.

Nathan tensed. He knew it was a show of weakness, but he was being accosted by a nude Epic who enjoyed every minute of his discomfort. He couldn't help it. As his panicked brain tried to think of a means of escape, Funtimes tiptoed over, stood as tall as her short frame would allow, and cupped her hands around Nighthound's ear. "THEYRE STILL HEALING? BET ITD HURT IF WE ALL STARTED SHOUTING ABOUT LOUD NOISES, HUH?"

I think his real name is actually Stalkerface I Don't Obey Restraining Orders McCreeperton. Not Jäger.

Let the awkwardness commence!

I can edit it back. I kind of like the idea of him still being naked. WHICH DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING ASIDE FROM THE STORYTELLING POTENTIAL OF A NAKED EPIC IN THE PRESENCE OF A CHARACTER WHO IS ALREADY UNCOMFORTABLE AROUND THEM WHEN THEY'RE WEARING PANTS!!!!! You and me both, Kobold. You and me both.

Once again, Nathan found himself in a room filled with Epics. A mortal among gods. This had been the way of things at the casino, the everyday routine to which he had grown accustomed. And at the casino, he would have dipped his head, apologized, and tried to make a graceful exit before the Epics in question could think of a suitable punishment for whatever infraction they had seen or imagined. Sometimes, it had worked. Sometimes not. But now there was a difference. He was dressed like them. He had fought with them. He talked like them. And, most importantly of all, one of the Epics actually liked him. So he did what he would have never, ever done when wearing a server's uniform: He hardened his gaze into a glare, leveled it at Lightwards, and let a haughty smile curve his lips. "They're yours." Still holding one of Funtimes' hands, he reached over to a bookshelf, grabbed a stuffed rabbit, and tossed it at the necromancer. "Honestly, why you'd even think I wanted them is beyond me." He let his smile fade to a scowl, which he directed at Nighthound. "As far as our 'ditching' goes, the Doctor and I were merely heading back to our place for the night." He tipped her chin with his finger, smiling into her eyes. He saw no trace of disapproval, so he continued. "As I said we would. But you evidently weren't listening. Disturbed by a little affection, were you?"

Edited.

Nathan froze as Nighthound entered the room. Before Funtimes could teleport, he had his arm around her shoulder. She remained impassive, but fear flickered briefly across her eyes. She couldn't go anywhere without taking Nighthound, and he was still nude, depriving her of readily available weapons. “So what do you have there. You didn´t plan on just ditching us, did ya?” "I don't think that's any of your business," Nathan said coldly, tugging Funtimes toward himself. "And I know there are extenuating circumstances, but there are clothes in the house. Please put some pants on before coming near my girlfriend."

Well, since he's a living trollface, that wouldn't be unusual for him. It might even be unusual if he didn't. Also, I don't think the fight was that far from the Sadrys', so it would fit logically.

It's not a fossil, but these guys seem pretty scared.

Rumor has it (and by rumor, I mean I've been there more than once) that just outside Cottage Grove, there is the home of a taxidermist. All sorts of once-living animals fill this house—everything from bears to deer to lions from African hunting trips. But there's no chance of Lightwards going within ten feet of Cottage Grove. None at all.

Oh, is that how it's gonna be?

Their arrival at the Sadrys' was quick—too quick, in fact, for Nathan to think of a way to avoid showing Funtimes the book. So he didn't. He took his duster from the closet and put it on. Either the Sadry hunter was a neat freak or his parents were, because his closet was organized. An empty steel-frame backpack sat on the floor near the closet door. Nathan took it from the floor and piled the hunting cap, two more Calvin and Hobbes collections, and a taxidermied quail into the bottom, guilt gnawing at him. If I meet the guy, I'll give his stuff back, he promised himself. "Ooh, that looks fun!" Doctor Funtimes bounced over and added a fishing hat, a box of .44 ammo, and a Batman comic book to the backpack. Nathan whisked the pack away, wondering if Funtimes had added the comic book on accident and hoping she had. If the Sadry hunter had kept Batman comic books after Annexation Day, he was either very brave, very stupid, or very dead. Perhaps all three. Nathan lifted the covers, slipped Revenge of the Baby-Sat into the pack, then tugged a pillowcase from the pillow and shoved it on top, concealing the forbidden books. One last glance at the closet revealed no more books that he could see, so he zipped the pack closed and put it on. Exhaling, he faced his fake girlfriend. Was she fake? The kiss had felt real enough. It's just a cover, he assured himself. She wants to keep you, so she's covering. That's all it is. "Ready?" She giggled and took his hands.

I'll post, then, and if you guys want to, you can post reactions/whatever.

Well, Nathan needs to run back and get the book, so it'd depend on what you guys wanted. A post or two about where everyone sleeps, or would you rather just fade to black? Also, I'm having a really hard time not posting "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" for Big Al and Voidgaze.

I think it's safe to get the Wacko Brigade to bed. they've got a big day tomorrow!

Okay. So it would make sense for the museum.....um.....heist, for lack of a better term to take place while CM and co. are on the raid, since the museum most likely falls under CM's territory?

Well said.

I think so, though there's still the raid on Kliever that CorpseMaker's team was planning. I THINK (and anyone involved, correct me if I'm wrong) but I don't think Joe specified whether or not the time of the raid mattered. So I think it's safe. And if not, we could always think of something else. Extended dream sequences are always an option.

If Lightwards stood there doing THAT for an entire post, I would be a happy woman. In seriousness, what does he want?

I will take it.