Streets of Fandom, Friday Evening
So, the great thing about this whole situation so far was that all of Sparkle's pointy things and shooty things were still on him when the island had swapped over, because Sparkle had been paying attention on Wednesday, and he wasn't stupid.
Or maybe he was stupid, because he was still fucking here. But besides that...
The less great thing was that there was nothing edible in the damn apartment. Even the houseplants had long since died, dried, and fallen to dust, and Sparkle was pretty sure he didn't want to know what out there would be so dire that he'd leave Pauline to the not so tender mercies of dehydration and horrible doom, but maybe that was for the best. She probably wasn't an edible plant anyway.
The trouble with being hungry was that after almost two days without eating, even Sparkle was willing to do something stupid like actually go outside instead of waiting for more competent persons to sort this out, and if he was going to do that, well, better to do it before he was completely ravenous, as opposed to uncomfortably running on empty.
So. Here was Sparkle, walking the streets, wide-eyed and pretty sure he was the island's biggest idiot right now, looking for some indication as to where to find food. Had to be somewhere, right? This place wasn't completely deserted. It just mostly looked that way.
Maybe he should have tried gnawing on the upholstery or done one more sweep in the pantry for some petrified Pop-Tarts or something. Just one more.
[OOC: Boy hadn't had his seasonal dose of trauma yet. THAT CHANGES NOW. Open!]
Or maybe he was stupid, because he was still fucking here. But besides that...
The less great thing was that there was nothing edible in the damn apartment. Even the houseplants had long since died, dried, and fallen to dust, and Sparkle was pretty sure he didn't want to know what out there would be so dire that he'd leave Pauline to the not so tender mercies of dehydration and horrible doom, but maybe that was for the best. She probably wasn't an edible plant anyway.
The trouble with being hungry was that after almost two days without eating, even Sparkle was willing to do something stupid like actually go outside instead of waiting for more competent persons to sort this out, and if he was going to do that, well, better to do it before he was completely ravenous, as opposed to uncomfortably running on empty.
So. Here was Sparkle, walking the streets, wide-eyed and pretty sure he was the island's biggest idiot right now, looking for some indication as to where to find food. Had to be somewhere, right? This place wasn't completely deserted. It just mostly looked that way.
Maybe he should have tried gnawing on the upholstery or done one more sweep in the pantry for some petrified Pop-Tarts or something. Just one more.
[OOC: Boy hadn't had his seasonal dose of trauma yet. THAT CHANGES NOW. Open!]