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[mmquitecontrary]

A small blonde girl lugs a large stuffed suitcase into a bar and announces, very loudly and with triumph in her voice, "And I shall not go back until it is far too late for me to be sent to school!"

This is The Plan. The Plan cannot fail!

[OOC: Plotlocked. Sorry, guys!]

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[v_knidh8er]

Just off screen a small door opens out into the main bar area from a lesser used wall. One by one the Rogue Loompa Cleaning squad emerges through the door lugging suitcases of equal size and apparently equal weight to that of Mary's.

They're whistling the theme from The Great Escape as they do so.

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Mary turns to look.

Her eyes widen - for more than one reason - and she clutches her own suitcase a little tighter.

She's seen the tiny orange men before, after all.

"You were in Puck's room!" she exclaims, perhaps unwisely calling attention to both the Loompas, and herself.

[v_knidh8er]

They freeze midstep and eye each other.
Just whose bright idea was it to whistle while they worked, anyway?

Four out of five Loompas agree that when push comes to shove, blame it on the one with the braids.

It's Braids that turns around to face Mary. He cringes and does his best who me?

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"Yes," Mary says, undaunted. "There is nobody else so small and so orange; I should know you anywhere!"

She scowls at them over top of her suitcase. "What is it you are carrying about?"

[v_knidh8er]

Braid's eyes widen, and he looks to the Loompa in the dreadlocks for help.

Dreads rolls his eyes before taking a position in front of the long line of luggage.

He attempts to stare Mary down, while the Loompa in the glasses begins to growl.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary glares back at them, clearly refusing to be intimidated. It is not as if they can even claim the usual grown-up advantage of being taller than she is!

(Although there is something to be said for strength in numbers.)

[v_knidh8er]

Strength in numbers matched with smiles that go quite literally from ear to ear are usually all the Loompas need to intimidate.

Usually.

She...doesn't appear to be budging, and....after a while Glasses' throat begins to dry from all the growling.

"Monkey Business.
It ain't your business."

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!!!!

"Are you working for Monkey?"

Mary met Monkey.

They didn't get along very well.

[v_knidh8er]

"We'd be better off dead
Than to deal with that dude."

And it's true, that guy is tricksy.

Glasses begins to eye Mary's suitcase. So much so that he's started very nonchalantly moving towards it...and her.

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Mary hasn't noticed. She's too busy Bravely Standing Her Ground against the rest of the Loompa pack.

"That is the first sensible thing you have said." (Of course, it's only the second thing they've said at all, but Mary is ignoring this fact.) "He is not in the least trustworthy."

[v_knidh8er]

"Sad but true." replies Dreads.

Meanwhile in the background Spikes elbows Specs before subtly gesturing in Glasses' direction.

Glasses is very nearly next to Mary now.

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"Well, then, if you are not working for him, what are you doing?"

She's still holding the suitcase, but she's loosened her grip, a little, as she gets caught up in the mystery of the little orange people.

[v_knidh8er]

"Dirty deeds
Done dirt cheap."

Says Glasses. His grin goes from ear to ear.
And not in the nice way that would make him even remotely redeeming.

Poor Mary. She's seen too much.

[mmquitecontrary]

. . . Mary is not unnerved.

You can tell because her voice only gets louder, which is clearly a sign of stoic courage.

"What kind of dirty deeds?"

[v_knidh8er]

Oh now she really has to go.
Not only has she just wandered through the Great Export, but she's not even the least bit scared of her.

They've heard of children like this. The Evil Ones.
The Harbingers of Doom.
The Horsemen of ... Charlie.

All the Loompas, save Glasses, shudder. The times of Charlie were dark indeed. Glasses clamps a hand down on her wrist.

"Seen too much too young."

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Mary jumps, only too late noticing the danger at her side, and tries to jerk her arm away.

"Let me go!" she says, shrilly. "I know how to hit!"