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[walking_napalm]

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"What?" says the woman standing at the bar. She is dripping with something slimy that smells strongly of eggplant, and is staring at the vidwindow in front of her. It flashes again: Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations?Frowning -- probably comically so to anyone who is not her -- Liz Sherman pulls her Beretta out of its

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[rookiebuster]

Something lands nearby from the rafters. It didn't land too heavily, but it had the sound of being weighty and bird-like. Turning to face the sound produces the vision of a six-foot-four chicken-like creature...holding a sign written in english.

You ain't just whistling Dixie.

Werechicken!

[walking_napalm]

Liz whirls at the sudden sound --

and finds herself looking up at a chicken that's a good foot taller than her. Those are some impressive claws holding that sign. She eyes the chicken (it's -- almost kind of humanoid looking, isn't it?) for a moment, eyebrows pulled down speculatively, and then she says, "O-kay."

[rookiebuster]

He quickly whips out the notepad the sign came from and scrawls a quick message.

Relax, I'm a Ghostbuster. Welcome to Cubefall?

[walking_napalm]

'Ghostbuster' and 'Cubefall' are both painfully familiar; she remembers one a split second before the other. "Cubefall?" she says. "God, that's what this is. I remember this."

She remembers avoiding this.

"--And Ghostbusters." Her eyes flick down to the sign again, for a second; she tucks her hair behind her ear. "Like Ray Stantz?"

(Oh, the BPRD. What you do to a person's sense of normalcy.)

[a1enzo]

"Liz! Hi!" squawks a small green parrot as it flies over. "Neat trick."

[walking_napalm]

"--Hi," Liz says -- after a second's startled look around to find who's talking -- to the parrot that apparently knows her name. "Thanks.

"...Should I be able to guess who you are?"

[a1enzo]

"Might help if you close your eyes?"

His voice is a bit different, due to the altered mouth and throat structure, but not hugely so.

[walking_napalm]

Liz has grown accustomed to the fact that, despite the Bar's and patrons' general weirdness, she has yet to encounter anything here that makes her seriously wary for her safety or anyone else's. Still, it's only characteristic that she meets the suggestion with a half second of wariness.

The fact that she does shut her eyes speaks for her suspicion and how it has slowly been fading and changing.

"O-kay," she says with her eyes closed, feeling dumb. "Say something."

The voice is familiar, especially now that it has said more than four words.