WHO: Megan/PIXIE, Sally/SKIDS, Santo/ROCKSLIDE, Sooraya/DUST, and Angelo/SKIN WHERE: Oooh, just everywhereWHEN: Wednesday, 5/19/10, 7am to around dinner time, EST
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Sally had picked a large house nestled in the heart of wine country in France. Of course the description on the website had been greatly misleading, and she crossed her arms as she looked at the dilapidated house.
Were those really chickens running out of where the front door should have been?
When Pixie teleported the five of them into France as per Sally's well-organized and printed instructions, she had rather expected something more... impressive. Really, when it came to Sally, she supposed they should have been happy that she hadn't led them to an abandoned sewer system full of dead centipedes and martial-arts-practicing turtles in colorful bandanas.
"Fixer upper is right," she said, looking at the chickens dubiously. "But... it's big enough. And hey, even comes with free mascots."
"Mascots, sure," Angelo said as he walked up and looked the place over. "Chickens really capture the whole essence of our retreat to a foreign country when things get hot."
Rock hand met rock face as soon as Santo had a good look of the surroundings. "On one hand I guess no one would look for us here." He glared down at a chicken. "On the other hand this both sucks and is awful. Has anyone even been here? Like. Ever?"
"There is nothing... wrong with a rural area," said Sooraya tentatively, walking up to peer through the doorframe into--oh, that did not look pleasant. "But would we stand out more here? That is more important than..." She made a sweeping gesture with her right hand. "This."
"I don't think it's actually supposed to be for all of us, Angelo," Sally muttered, and kicked at the ground. "Only for those who can't fight, and the students or something. I don't pretend to know Scott's reasoning."
She wasn't even going to comment on what Santo said.
"Guys, come on," she glared at Angelo and Santo. Yeah, okay, it wasn't the ideal place but she could bet neither of them had come up with anything better. "Yeah, okay, it's dilapidated, but this isn't something for long term or anything... at least I hope not. And my guess is somebody lives around here because otherwise who's been feeding these fatass chickens?"
"Sally, do you know anything about the current owners, or anything about who we'd contact if, you know... did decide to..."
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Were those really chickens running out of where the front door should have been?
"It's a fixer upper?"
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"Fixer upper is right," she said, looking at the chickens dubiously. "But... it's big enough. And hey, even comes with free mascots."
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She wasn't even going to comment on what Santo said.
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"Sally, do you know anything about the current owners, or anything about who we'd contact if, you know... did decide to..."
expose ourselves to ecoli and salmonila
"...yeah"
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