The streets of Fandom, Thursday night
Artie was enjoying a brisk walk down his short cuts with Mortimer. He seemed to be in quite a cheerful mood.
Then, suddenly, he stopped and sniffed the air.
"Mortimer! Do you smell that? . . . Indeed, it does smell a bit like a dungbeetle mixed with haggis! Oh, but it's a foul wind that blows over town! This could only mean one thing! . . . No, not that we're downwind from the town dump! It means that my arch-nemesis is coming! TEH EMOO. We must prepare!"
Mortimer just kind of buzzed in a confused fashion, but followed Artie as he continued down the short cut.
[ooc: can be interacted with, but mostly here for establishy purposes for this weekend's plot.]
Then, suddenly, he stopped and sniffed the air.
"Mortimer! Do you smell that? . . . Indeed, it does smell a bit like a dungbeetle mixed with haggis! Oh, but it's a foul wind that blows over town! This could only mean one thing! . . . No, not that we're downwind from the town dump! It means that my arch-nemesis is coming! TEH EMOO. We must prepare!"
Mortimer just kind of buzzed in a confused fashion, but followed Artie as he continued down the short cut.
[ooc: can be interacted with, but mostly here for establishy purposes for this weekend's plot.]