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[buryinmysound]

[Action - Outside 627 Topper Street]

[Having been fully informed of the town and how it works, Marceline is pretty damn eager to check the mail after arriving home from work. Things go crazy, then they get stuff back, right? Right! She doesn't even wait to bring everything inside when she sees a package addressed to her sitting on the front porch

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*Well howdy there neighbor. This guy over at 625 Topper just got his hat back in the mail and he is pretty damn happy about it.*

Get something good?

*He may be hard to spot at first considering he's sitting on his roof, leaning against the chimney smoking, but he's a pretty obvious blue form up there against brown shingles.*

[buryinmysound]

[Marceline's first instinct is to shove the bunny bear back in the box. No way in hell is she showing her vulnerability in front of a complete stranger.]

Nah. It's nothing.

[bye_to_yer_head]

If you say so. Least we all got something back. So what happened to you? Stuck in a pod or forced to slowly stalk people?

[buryinmysound]

Neither. I stayed low, got to beat up a bunch of lame space bugs. It was pretty awesome.

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[perfektsymmetry]

Yeah, it does. Last time around I was sent an old football-- er, soccer ball, that I had gotten when I was... Oh, 4 or 5, I think. I had forgotten all about it.

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[buryinmysound]

Huh. What about something that was stolen? Have people gotten stuff like that back too?

[perfektsymmetry]

Oh, well, possibly? Considering they return things to people that aren't even tangible, anything is possible. They even sent something to me that I knew I was going to own in the future, but hadn't yet. I don't even know what to make of that.

[buryinmysound]

... Huh. That sounds pretty sweet, actually. Wonder if that means they can send you powers from the future.

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[sardinedrinker]

[Val gets home shortly after, arriving home to see Marceline staring at the old stuffed doll.]

That's a rather curious stuffed fellow. Where did you acquire it?

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[buryinmysound]

[Damn, looks like someone caught her. She tries to play it cool.] The town sent it. You didn't hear? Whenever something crazy happens, like Week of the Horrible B-Movie Invasion, the town decides to give you some of your stuff back.

[She jabs her thumb over her shoulder at the rest of the still-unread mail.] You should check, see if they send you something.

[sardinedrinker]

There's nothing wrong with bonus loot. I am expecting some reparations after how much of a mockery their B-movie antics were. Those vampires... they were so stereotypical it was almost offensive!

[He looks through the mail, finding the package that was marked for him. He opens it slowly, only to find... Nothing?]

How peculiar. There's nothing in this box. Must have got lost in the shipping process. I am sure it will come to me soon enough. Netherworld Post is usually on top of these things.

[Never mind him not noticing his skin getting paler and his ears actually changing from human ears.]

[buryinmysound]

Ugh, tell me about it. I'm all for acting like that to mess with the paranoid, but if you're a hundred percent serious about it?

[She pauses, watching him slowly transform.]

... Nice. I was wondering how getting powers and stuff back would work.

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[sugaring]

[Aaaand who should come strolling up the walk soon after? None other than the Sultan of Swat....

oh wait no it's peebles my bad]

Someone sent you a hambone?

[Can't actually see it from her angle of approach, and "Hambo" is a pretty dumb name, so she assumes she just didn't hear right. Maybe Marcie's gonna make soup? Pea soup? Because pea soup is pretty delicious ngl.

She cranes her neck to look around the vampire, and see the bizarre pork-byproduct delivery.]

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[buryinmysound]

[Marceline quickly shoves Hambo back in his box, closing the lid so PB can't get a chance to see him. She is not letting Peebles see her like this again.]

It's not hambone, dummy. It's Hambo.

[Wow someone sure sounds defensive.]

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[sugaring]

[Wow that's not suspicious or anything. She gets a little :\ at this.]

Okay... so, what's a Hambo?

[Maybe someone remade Rambo only starring a pig......?]

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[buryinmysound]

[Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. She can't just brush it off and say it's something stupid because she would never call Hambo stupid. Ever. And she can't pretend it's nothing because Bonnie already stuck her royal nose into this. Ugh. She opens the lid of the box again.]

This is Hambo.

[phone]

[wonribbons]

Yeah, Mayfield pretty much does that when weird things happen...

[phone]

[buryinmysound]

I mean stuff that was stolen before they dragged you here. [She doesn't say it, but you can hear the duh after that sentence.] I already know we get our stuff back when crazy stuff happens.

[phone]

[wonribbons]

As long as it's yours, then yeah, you can get it back.