∞ 89: Oddities abound [voice/action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[voice]

Has anyone attempted to contact the Organization about this situation?

[He has a feeling he knows the answer, but it doesn't hurt to ask.]

[action]

[Albert is experiencing déjà vu. The sudden influx of wingless arrivals, the calendar date... Was this what happened the two previous years, when there was that uncomfortable blank in all

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[thecountsfault]

[What did that red haired weirdo say about an organization?]

The Organization, eh?

Do you mean the Mafia?

[chikaidestroyer]

[One of those new arrivals?]

No, I'm afraid not. I'm referring to the Malnosso Organization.

[thecountsfault]

And they're the ones calling the shots here? [He's pretty damn sure this is one of D's trippy dreams, but hell, might as well humor these guys.]

[chikaidestroyer]

Correct. This entire village is a research experiment of theirs. We have limited contact with them.

[preparedtofall]

[Watching the snowfall out on the porch, you say? How nice. Your alternate little brother feels a compelling need to join you. He walks right out of the house with his own warm drink and some delicious cookies to eat. Yes, watching the snowfall with his big brother would be so nice.

Why was he in your house, anyway? You probably don't want to know.]

You aren't cold, are you?

[chikaidestroyer]

[Considering this is a somewhat normal thing around here by now, Albert doesn't look over to note this Caesar doesn't have wings. He waves a hand dismissively.]

I don't get cold easily.

[preparedtofall]

Good. [He was just making sure. You know, brotherly concern and all.] Are you watching the snowfall? Or all of these unusual "New Feathers"?

[chikaidestroyer]

[He sips at his drink, frowning at the questions.]

Neither. It isn't as if we have a good vantage point from which to watch all of them.

[cantfunkthat]

[Funky swings down from the roof and lands in front of Albert.]

Most excellent timing, dude. It's been a long time!

[chikaidestroyer]

[...

Albert just manages not to drop his drink as the big gorilla thumps on the porch.]

Who--?

[dies_in_a_hit]

[Hey there Albert, might want to watch out there because there's a little baby FurFur bouncing by your feet.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[...

...

Albert stares at the little thing, and there's that odd sense of deja vu again.]

A furfur? Here?

[notcardboard]

[Riley has his collar turned up against the cold.]

Excuse me...excuse me, sir?

[chikaidestroyer]

[He blinks at this newcomer, again noting the lack of wings.]

Yes?

[notcardboard]

Could you tell me where I am?