Mooby Land, Sunday Early Afternoon

[nomelancholy]

Ulrik III, Prince of Denmark, future High King of the Union of Kalmar, blah blah blah, had spent most of yesterday exploring the island and seeing the differences both small and large since his last visit up-time. Today, however, he'd decided it was time to indulge in the kind of food it was a little harder to find in 1630s Europe, despite the

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[3girls_1core]

Under most circumstances, Sholeh never would have come into a Mooby Land. She liked her food recognizably food, thank you. But most circumstances did not include being chased by zombie gremlins and in need of a place to hide.

She flung herself in through the door and dove into a nearby booth, hoping to hide. A few moments later, a pair of gremlins shambled in after her, looking for tasty, tasty people to bite.

Oh, hello Ulrik.

[nomelancholy]

Was that- "Sholeh?"

The gremlins he was far less pleased to see.

[3girls_1core]

Sholeh popped her head up, her curiosity overcoming her good sense.

"Ulrik?!" Normally, Sholeh would be thrilled to see him, but right now, the gremlins took precedence. "Watch out!"

The gremlins were making their move. Royal lunch was tasty!

[nomelancholy]

"Ugh," Ulrik grimaced at them. "Could you, perhaps, not?" he tried. Asking politely was unlikely to get one too far when it came to gremlins, though. "Is it just me or are there... more of them, than usual?" While a gremlin or two wandering about had been a fairly regular sight, the roving packs that had been out all day was definitely not something he'd ever encountered before.