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[walking_napalm]

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"What?" says the woman standing at the bar. She is dripping with something slimy that smells strongly of eggplant, and is staring at the vidwindow in front of her. It flashes again: Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations?Frowning -- probably comically so to anyone who is not her -- Liz Sherman pulls her Beretta out of its

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[rookiebuster]

Something lands nearby from the rafters. It didn't land too heavily, but it had the sound of being weighty and bird-like. Turning to face the sound produces the vision of a six-foot-four chicken-like creature...holding a sign written in english.

You ain't just whistling Dixie.

Werechicken!

[walking_napalm]

Liz whirls at the sudden sound --

and finds herself looking up at a chicken that's a good foot taller than her. Those are some impressive claws holding that sign. She eyes the chicken (it's -- almost kind of humanoid looking, isn't it?) for a moment, eyebrows pulled down speculatively, and then she says, "O-kay."

[rookiebuster]

He quickly whips out the notepad the sign came from and scrawls a quick message.

Relax, I'm a Ghostbuster. Welcome to Cubefall?

[walking_napalm]

'Ghostbuster' and 'Cubefall' are both painfully familiar; she remembers one a split second before the other. "Cubefall?" she says. "God, that's what this is. I remember this."

She remembers avoiding this.

"--And Ghostbusters." Her eyes flick down to the sign again, for a second; she tucks her hair behind her ear. "Like Ray Stantz?"

(Oh, the BPRD. What you do to a person's sense of normalcy.)

[rookiebuster]

"Brakk, bock!"

The clucking and bocking of the thing sound vicious, but there's no werechicken instinct kicking in at this time, not as he nods in the affirmative and writes a reply.

Ray's my boss. Well, one of him is. Jedi-Ray isn't from my world.

Scrawl, scrawl scrawl...

Something wrong? Other than my being a werechicken?

[walking_napalm]

Jedi-Ray? Liz doesn't remember that one coming up in conversation.

She waits for the guy to finish writing his second comment. She scans the sign, then she shakes her head tightly. "Just not my favorite bar holiday."

Beat.

"And I really don't care about the giant chicken part. Are you usually one?"

[rookiebuster]

"Ngaah!

He shook his head. Why is it that werechickens have that perpetual leer on their faces? Is it the teeth? Must be the teeth. Anyway, new message!

The bar gave me a selections of different forms. I picked 'a ghost'. Trouble is, it didn't say what kind. A werechicken is a pretty nasty one. Possesses chickens, bites and turns people into 'em too.

Quick pause, and then a quick extra note.

No, I haven't tried to bite anyone, to my knowledge.

[walking_napalm]

To his (her?) knowledge? That's comforting.

"Why a ghost?" she asks. "Want to see how the other half lives?" It's a wry question; the tone more a product of her sense of humor than any mocking or judgment.

[rookiebuster]

And the reply...

Bingo! Valuable scientific study.

Followed by about as sheepish a look as possible on a monstrous fowl-face and...

So far, I've learned that I really like corn.

[walking_napalm]

When the sign gets held up this time, Liz laughs.

"Well," she says. "There are worse things to like."

[rookiebuster]

Which gives into a 'Don't I know it' nod and...

Haven't seen anything wormy, fortunately, but there ARE problems.

He spends more time writing this one up.

Apparently, I've done some things I don't remember. Yesterday, I was in a fight with another chicken and today, there's this big lego mound outside that's gotta be 12 feet tall! They say I built it, but why?"

[walking_napalm]

"...You don't remember it?" she asks, the amusement melting out of her expression. "Is that normal?"

She wouldn't expect Bar to turn someone into something that involves memory loss.

[rookiebuster]

He shrugs.

It probably has to do with this chicken-brain and funny instincts, like with the corn.

Well, something fowl was in the works, anyhow.

*Rimshot!*

[walking_napalm]

[OOC: I am, unfortunately, headed for bed. Slowtime?]

[rookiebuster]

[ooc: Soitenly!]

[walking_napalm]

[OOC: I'm sorry about dropping! These were a crazy couple of weeks. Do you want to continue, or would you rather let it go at this point?]