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[paradisamods]

[Ah, the town. Sometimes, sadly, a site of bloody carnage. Sometimes an idyllic if rather large hamlet where a castle resident can go to unwind, get a bite to eat, or find work. Sometimes, a site of weirder chaos than just plain violence

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[payback]

[Rin can't even believe how stupid life in Paradisa is sometimes.

She is leading her Arcanine and slogging sloppily through the cake mess, starting at the milling children. Cake batter on the ground free for the taking would be more appealing if there weren't already little kiddies rolling around in it, and if it wasn't, you know...

... on the ground.]

[is0latedthinker]

[Alan is trying to lead a kid back to her parents, though she's dragging her fingers in the cake batter. ] Please don't eat that-- [He cuts off short as he runs into Arcanine - he hadn't seen the Pokemon as he was facing the child rather than looking to see where he was going.] Oof.

[payback]

[Tad looks down at him... do you know how big this Pokémon is, he's huge.

Pokédog grin is a go though! Not to worry.]

[is0latedthinker]

[Alan will be staring - he's never seen a Pokemon before, and one bigger than he is is even more surprising! Is this another one of those talking animals? He takes a step back.] Sorry for running into you.

[The child, though, doesn't seem to mind, and promptly stops trying to eat the batter to hug Tad's front leg.]

[huffythedragon]

[There's a baby dragon SWIMMING in this mess, devouring it as he goes]

Oh man, I don't know what's happening but this is the best freaking day.

[Good look dealing with a kid on a sugar rush who can breathe fire, guys]

[3_butterflies]

[FS is a pony again, and carefully walks up to Spike.]

Be careful, Spike, or you might get a tummy ache...

[huffythedragon]

[He looks up from his feast with a mouthful of cake]

Ut iss ilishush uffereye.

[Oh. Right. That manners thing. He swallows]

But it's delicious Fluttershy! Try some!

[3_butterflies]

I guess I could have a little, but...

[her_mouse_jesty]

This is really unsanitary!

[she frets, looking around for 'supplies'.]

We need a mop, and a bucket, and water, and soap...

[luckyvalentine]

[are you SERIOUS?

Faye finds her path back to her ship completely blocked by this mess. She could theoretically go around the block to try and dodge it... but her arms are full of shopping bags, and she is feeling pretty damn lazy after everything that has happened in the last couple months.

So... she pushes a button on her bracelet and brings her ship to her.

The little craft obediently and noisily zooms over the tops of the buildings, disrupting things on the street and rattling shutters... until clumsily touches down, landing right in the batter.

Oops.]

Oh, damnit!

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia is busy trying to keep cake batter out of her boots and off her coat when the ship zooms by overhead. The sudden gust of wind knocks her hat clean off, into the sticky mess at her feet. Amelia frowns, then snatches up the hat before running after whatever was responsible. It looks like lost technology, but Amelia is fairly sure that it's either alive itself, or being controlled by someone.

Turning a corner, Amelia runs up just in time to hear Faye curse as the ship lands. She frowns at the other woman, hat still dripping in batter.]

Is that thing yours?

[luckyvalentine]

[she's busy trying to balance the shopping bags in her arms, from the ship almost knocking them out of her grip. She does manage to catch the question, though]

[annoyed!] Yeah. Stupid piece of junk...

[thedicearecast]

Sounds right.

[Well, since Faye's having such a hard time, Amelia's just going to help make it worse. She moves in front of the other woman, and makes sure to hold her dripping hat directly over the bags.]

You need to be more careful with it.

[modernholmes]

[Conan briefly considers the children playing in the mess. Over the past year he'd done many humiliating things while pretending to be a child. But he had his limits. Wading into that mess was one of them. He turns, intending to stay far away from the mess.]