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[not_crow]

*somehow, when no one was looking, everything that had gone missing is back...in heap next to the fountain, with the more embarrassing items on top, including some rather scandalous items of your imaginations limits. Everything is sorta messed up, but easily fixable.

There is one note that says... Why so Serious? Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha "~I'm just giving it

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[percivalthegale]

Wait...is that? *spots the sign...and a harp...*

*starts digging through looking for his cravat, pulls out white fabric* There it is, my....wait. This isn't my cravat. This is...

*HUGE BLUSH*

*drops them*

erm...has anyone been missing some...undergarments?

[youngest_egan]

*coughs, completely flustered*

... Sir Percival ...

Those are mine ...

[percivalthegale]

Oh! Oh my...I'm...I swear I didn't...

*points to the pile* I...you can...er...

*still blushing*

[youngest_egan]

It's all right, it's not your fault ... *takes them and quickly hides them behind her before Kyle spots them*

Um, thank you for finding them. I was wondering what had happened since I do not typically lose my belongings.

[queen_of_castle]

Coward. *picks up her harp and examines it*

The strings are bent! Little bastard! When I find you, you better pray to whatever god you believe in if you so much as want the skin to remain on your bones!

[sir_lightfellow]

Aha! There it is.

It's a little scratched up but nothing some more paint can't fix ...

[trueltning_fury]

Is that the sign, then? Looks like it's in decent shape.

This, however... *holds up a knitting needle bent 90 degrees* ...is not.

When I find the bastard, he's buying me a new set.

[sir_lightfellow]

It is. I can't complain.

Sorry about your needle. You better hope the culprit has money to buy you a new one.

[queen_of_castle]

The bastard is going to die for bending the strings on my ...

Uh, my thing.

[falenas_fop]

::picks up between two fingers what had once been a dark red journal, and was now covered in multiple colors of paint::

Ruined! Oh dear, such wreckage.

::pokes it with a finger to discover the paint is in fact still wet::

[trueltning_fury]

Problem, Euram? Oh, is that yours?

[billy_candle]

M-m-m-my ace of clubs... BENT!! Oh the humanity!!!!!! *jumps in the pile and picks his card up* Tarnations, my set is ruined!

[st_loa_flame]

*wanders up behind him curiously*

... Oh, dad... Your cards. That's too bad...~

[billy_candle]

*drops his card as he hears his son's voice from somewhere* Wh--Melville? Melville?! OH MY-- MELVILLE!!! Where's my boy??!?! Could he.. no, no!!! *starts digging through the pile like mad* Melville, Melville!! Hang in there, son, I got a rope!!!!!

[st_loa_flame]

... *stands there watching him*

Um... dad? *feeble wave at his back with a quiet voice*