The streets of Fandom, Friday afternoon
Lola had heard all about the island moving and the evil island wanting to take over and the tournament and all that deal, and it had taken her this long to finally brave coming out of her room and heading off to explore a bit.
What? Yeah, it was freaky. But it was also kind of neat.
Then she found the badly made wooden arrow-shaped sign reading "Free Bratwurst for Germans".
She didn't even like Bratwurst. But you so didn't see that every day. So she followed it.
There were three more signs on the way, all as oddly cheap and dingy as the first and all leading her towards a relatively empty part of town, where she finally spotted the Bratwurst.
Right, okay. Not only was the plate sitting on a giant red X and the R's on the final "Free for Germans!" sign backwards, but she could see the shadow of the piano hanging over the plate on a rope and hear something dripping around the corner of the building.
She stepped closer and peered into the shadows. A pair of glinting yellow eyes and long fangs stared back. She was pretty sure it was drooling in anticipation.
Lola booked it all the way back to the dorms, far too aware of the giant, anthropomorphic coyote racing after her, fork and knife in already in hand, still drooling.
[ooc: Establishy, totally down for broadcasting, etc.]
What? Yeah, it was freaky. But it was also kind of neat.
Then she found the badly made wooden arrow-shaped sign reading "Free Bratwurst for Germans".
She didn't even like Bratwurst. But you so didn't see that every day. So she followed it.
There were three more signs on the way, all as oddly cheap and dingy as the first and all leading her towards a relatively empty part of town, where she finally spotted the Bratwurst.
Right, okay. Not only was the plate sitting on a giant red X and the R's on the final "Free for Germans!" sign backwards, but she could see the shadow of the piano hanging over the plate on a rope and hear something dripping around the corner of the building.
She stepped closer and peered into the shadows. A pair of glinting yellow eyes and long fangs stared back. She was pretty sure it was drooling in anticipation.
Lola booked it all the way back to the dorms, far too aware of the giant, anthropomorphic coyote racing after her, fork and knife in already in hand, still drooling.
[ooc: Establishy, totally down for broadcasting, etc.]