#uhhh this post is breaking containment a tiny bit

[sezja]

Boys' night

[nolanfa]

I uhhh, smoked? it. Dunno the actual word in english. Like raku. The end of raku, where you make it black by burying it in sawdust that then smolders and the clay absorbs the smoke and turns black. Except here I surrounded it with paper that I lit on fire, but it's the same idea.

Some pictures of the process here; detailed explanation under the cut

It's regular white (maybe a bit creamy, but basically white) earthenware. After the biscuit I:

1) heat it up in a kitchen oven (in theory you should smoke it just after the biscuit is done, when it's just out of the kiln and still super super hot, but I do not have my own kiln so I can't); maybe when it's hot it takes the colour better, even if it's just 200°C / 400°F and not 1000°C / 1800°F ? I need to do more tests to know conclusively. I was fearing thermal shock might make pieces break if I didn't heat it up first but that does not seem to be an issue.

2) put it somewhere that won't catch fire, surround it with scrunched up newspapers and ads, and lit them on fire (in theory you should do it with sawdust, leaves if you want fancy patterns, horsehair or feathers for even fancier patterns, but this all only works if the clay is hot enough to make it catch fire on its own; the way I do it I need to lit the fire myself, and so fancy patterns of this kind are out because the combustible starts burning away from the clay instead of catching fire on contact). Every so often I get a couple of green-ish spots (like at the base of the tail / the haunches of the big panther above, mostly visible in the last picture), I'm assuming because of the ink burning. Using plain paper or just black-and-white would probably let me avoid it if I wanted to, but I haven't tested it because I like it. If your clay is kiln-hot you should put a cover on it so the smoke stays and tints it darker, but the way I do it I feel like that smothers the fire and doesn't help, at least for small sculptures (maybe because the container is about five times as high as the sculptures so the smoke stays trapped but too high to touch them) (more testing necessary).

3) sometimes a second or third pass is necessary if the smoke pattern is not dark enough

The panther on the post above is about 40 cm / 16 inches on the longest dimension; I recently smoked another batch that's much smaller, more like 8-15cm / 3-6 inches on the longest dimension, and the patterns are imo much less interesting because it's closer to a plain gradient (because if you put a big pattern on a tiny sculpture you don't see the whole pattern, just the border of it):

I had some interesting effects in the first smoking (the same as the big panther), tiny white spots, like this (this hare is medium-sized, maybe 20cm /8in long), but I have no clue why, or how to reproduce it (I use clay with grog, so maybe it is linked to that? Who knows.):

I added some water droplets to the recent smoking and it does seem to keep areas from darkening as much, which allows for some more pattern control (here on the flank/back under the arm) (I did it on the tail too, and it did not break due to thermal shock, which was a concern I had; but the change in color is not quite as visible as I'd like)

And once a few years back I kept smoking something for a bit longer than usual and it got very deep black-brown and shiny, kinda like when you burn sugar and it caramelizes; but I think it was a leftover product in the container I smoked in (it had contained paint before so maybe some kind of oil...?). I'd like to be able to reproduce it but I like my lungs in working order (so no burning unknown chemicals on purpose) and also I don't know how to do it so far (ooooh, I could try sprinkling it with salt or sugar or something, I know you can glaze with salt (... at 1000+°C / 1800+°F) so it might gitimeve interesting results).

So yeah, I don't really know what I'm doing yet, but you don't need to know what you're doing to have nice results.

This Big One is about 40 centimeters on its longest dimension (the tail. The tail is the longest dimension. As it should be - do yourself a favor and look up snow leopard tails' pictures).

[prrism]

I saw a comment on my last babysitter!reader post that someone wanted to see Tubbo next, so here I am to deliver. Enjoy

Kid Menace

(If I remember correctly the term for a baby goat is actually a kid, so the title works…)

Summary: Another day, and what do you know, looks like everyone’s favourite nuke loving goat hybrid has reverted into a child… what could possibly go wrong…

Characters: Tubbo x Reader (feat. Tommy)

Relationships: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You just wanted to relax but the world doesn’t wish to see such things come true when your door burst open. You barely have a chance to stand before something is shoved into your arms.

“What the-“

“Help!” Tommy’s unmistakably shrill voice cuts you off. “Everyone says your the best for this, so do something!” Taking a second to refocus you finally look down at what, or rather who was placed in your arms.

“What happened?” By now you had an idea of what was going to be said but you figured you ask anyways to calm the blonde down.

“Uhhh, well I was gathering some cobblestone, showing off my fine manly strength as I do,” you playfully roll your eyes at that, “when I hear random crying. First I was confused, then I noticed Tubbo wasn’t anywhere and thought he might’ve gone to have a look, then it didn’t stop so I bravely ventured forward and found him like this.” Tommy finishes, looking to you expectantly.

“Alright… stop looking at me like that, I don’t have an instant cure for this. All I can do is help look after him while he’s like this, until it wears off.” You explain.

“Ffffiiiinnnneeee.” Tommy sighs dramatically, “I still needed get more cobblestone anyways.”

“How much cobblestone do you even need?” You give him a questioning look, he just shrugs and heads out the door. Leaving you alone with Tubbo.

“Alright now what shall we do with you?” You ask rhetorically. You’re answered with a small bleat and a soft headbutt. “Oof, so fierce, so powerful, how can I go on after such a blow?” You joke, over acting the “pain” you felt, this makes Tubbo laugh and clap his tiny hands. You give a soft chuckle and instantly make your way to your fields, figuring things might go smoother if you let him wander the large open space.

At first it was amusing watching him hobble around on his stubby little legs. However once he got the hang of things those legs could move faster then you anticipated, turning things into a constant game of chase, making sure he wouldn’t run off, plow through your crops or try hopping the fence. A small moment was all it took for you to look away and he’d be off and you’d have to hurriedly figure out where he went before he’d get too far. Eventually you grew tired of playing chase and figured you’d try containing him inside, also a big mistake as this just gave him the opportunity to headbutt into everything.

“How do you hold so much energy?” You ask, holding the squirmy child up by the collar of his shirt, your answered with a bleat. “There’s gotta be something that’ll calm you down.” You try thinking of some sorta activity that he could do when you feel a heavy impact to your gut knocking the wind out of you, loosening your grip on Tubbo. Now freed, Tubbo runs off down the hall leaving you hunched over catching your breath, it was cute when the headbutts were playful but that one hurt. It was time to pull out your secret weapon… the parental voice.

“Tubbo! Get back here, now!” You command, feeling slightly surprised when he actually listens, his head peeking around the doorway to the hall. You give him a soft glare, not wanting to scare him too much. “Come here.” You say with a calmer but firm voice, he listens with a bit of hesitance, eyes turning a bit glossy. You give a quiet sigh and kneel down. “Listen to me. I don’t know how much of this you can understand right now but it is not okay to run around recklessly and break someone else’s thing, or go running off on your own. You can’t protect yourself like this, try as you might, and if something were to attack you where I can’t see you’ll find yourself in big trouble. Okay?” You try to explain, hoping he’s able to understand you. Tubbo lowers his head, ears drooping along with it, and you can see tears starting to prick the edge of his eyes. “Oh buddy, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you, I’m just worried for you.” After you say this he hobbles closer and practically leans his weight into you, soft cries coming from him. You felt a bit bad, unsure if you had sounded too harsh earlier, but it was the only way he’d finally listen and calm down.

Slowly, being sure this was okay with him, you secure your grip around Tubbo and lift him up. You softly bounce him on your shoulder while giving him light back rubs, ending up putting him to sleep with the gentle motions. You set him down and take a seat yourself, absolutely ready to pass out after such a hectic day…

You wake up to a hoof in your face, quickly shoving it off and stirring a now normal Tubbo awake.

“Aww, what? Morning already?” He looks around a little groggy.

“Actually it’s the late afternoon.” You reply, looking over at the clock on your wall.

“Oh! Alright, I better get going then.” He perks up, hopping to his feet.

“Yeah, you do that…” You trail off, still feeling exhausted.

“I, uhhh… thanks for looking after me. I really appreciated it, and sorry for making a bit of a mess.” He scratches at the back of his head sheepishly.

“It was no problem at all. Minimal damage was done and you defiantly gave me a good workout today so all is fine.” You stand up and give him a sleepy smile as you ruffle his hair. He playfully swats your hand away with a small chuckle.

“Okay, I’ll see you around (y/n).” He waves, heading out.

“Later, you little menace.” You joke, getting one more laugh out of him as he finally makes his exit.

Let me know who you’d like to see next?

[swanhookheart]

“Unworthy” - My tiny lil’ Lucifer 5A reaction

This was the most perfect season of television I have ever watched. I wouldn’t have changed a thing! If you haven’t seen it, please do do--repeatedly. You won’t regret it. Also, this post will contain SPOILERS, so don’t proceed if you don’t want to see that!

The reason Lucifer pulled away from Chloe at the end of 5A, the reason why he hasn’t said it back, and the reason why his powers are going haywire all come down to the one word Michael used when he touched on Lucifer’s fears: unworthy. He doesn’t want to fully commit to their relationship not because he’s not MADLY in love with her; the man’s literally gone to hell for her twice! It’s not because he feels unworthy of her love anymore, either. No, his trepidation about moving forward in a relationship, letting those walls down, and being totally open with her revolves around the grander implications of being with her. 

Let’s rewind a bit here to 5x01, where Lucifer and Mr. Said Out Bitch are discussing families and home. Luci starts talking all about how SOB (Lee) is terrified of messing up again, so he’s chosen the stupid path of avoiding going back home for the rest of eternity. SOB is like “uhhh, what?” and we get the most straightforward parallel to Lucifer’s own life this show has given us to date: Lucifer wants to go be allowed home--to HEAVEN. He wants redemption, forgiveness for his mistakes (incl the rebellion), and to be allowed back home. His reason for wanting that is probably Chloe. 

Choosing a life with Chloe means accepting the inevitability of her death, and moreover, her judgment. He knows, with full certainty, that Chloe Decker is going to go to Heaven when she dies. She’s good, she’s kind, she works hard every day, and she was created by God, himself. What that would mean for Lucifer is knowing that he wouldn’t be able to follow her (seeing as he was banished and all). He’d not only have to lose her to death, but to Heaven as well. He’d never see her again. So, in true Luci fashion, his response to that knowledge (even if he hasn’t consciously realized all that) is to keep her at arm’s length. 

He doesn’t yet see himself as worthy of returning to the Silver City, but for the first time this season, viewers were shown what a lot of us have known all along: he wants to. He WANTS to forgive himself, seek redemption, seek his father’s forgiveness, and be able to right all those wrongs he’s committed. But that’s a lot of baggage to work through and he’s not ready yet. But the ensemble of incredible characters on the show are going to help him take those last steps to get ready. Seeing as 5 was supposed to be the final season, his character arc is coming full circle. We’re closing in on endgame. 5B will most likely be about Lucifer making peace with his dad and FINALLY being welcomed home. 

His powers are going haywire, though, because A) he won’t admit that he actually wants that (part of his whole identity is hating his father; he wouldn’t know how to start on that path to peace), and B) his greatest desire at this point is also his worst fear--or, at least, there’s fear involved. This is God, the father of all creation. This is MacDaddy G-O-D, his issues with whom have been at the core of this entire show. He also doesn’t want to break Chloe and what they have because holy shit, she’s right that they’ve worked so long to get where they are. He doesn’t want to mess it up, so maybe he’ll keep her at a distance. 

The writers managed to pack so much into this show in 5A, there is honestly no way to do it all justice in a Tumblr post. Everything feels like it’s on the path toward completion, though.

*CHEF’S KISS*

[bluebabyy17]

//This is a new mini series i wanted to start where i try do a one shot everyday following the post i reblogged (im just having a random generator pick a number). I am starting school again soon though but im up for this and this is a bit of a creative release.//

Theme Word: Protect

‘Why didn’t i just sit in his stupid pocket’ Alice curses herself in her head. Shaking terribly and covering her mouth to silence her shaky breath. She silently prays for the return of her friend (boyfriend but Alice is far too shy to admit it). Charlie, her friend in question, has gone to get them lunch and offered her to come but her fear of dark small spaces overdriven her choice.

So now she sits in a dark space alone and terrified out her mind, with a stranger walking through the house. Oh how she regrets not going with him. She’s now frozen from fear with anxiety eating her.

Meanwhile Charlie continues at the supermarket unaware the terror his tiny dancer faces. She did cross his mind every so often. The way her hair fell over her face and shoulders, covering her face with a curtain of jade green hair. The months and months she begged Charlie to dye her hair. Her lips pouted and the stars in her eyes glowing stronger than before.

Thinking about her longer Charlie did want to ask her out officially. They hadn’t talked about it for too long. But Charlie wished she was could hold a conversation about it. She was far too nervous about it. ‘Perhaps she didn’t want to admit that she cant resist my good looks’. Charlie then picked foods he knows Alice loves because it’s the /little things in life that matter/ no pun intended.

RINGGG. Charlies phone started to ring suddenly, strange who could it be. “ Heyy man where are you, im at your apartment. I thought we were gonna do something.” Bailey said through the phone. ‘Wait is it really Tuesday...already!!!’ “ Uhhh you’re at my place?” Charlie began. “ Well duhh it is Tuesday man.” Bailey announces proudly. “Stay uh right there. Ok? Right there. Dont move ok? Im 10 minutes away.” This statement made Bailey even more confused but he obeyed and set himself on the couch.

Alice’s worry only doubled when the stranger sat on the couch she hid under. ‘10 minutes is too long’ She cried in her head as her panic attack was becoming harder to contain. Alice occasionally had to hold her breathe to not be too loud for the “Bailey” person. ‘Charlie is coming just have faith.’ Her mind pleads. She was thankful that ‘Bailey’ hadn’t moved at all but she just wants him gone.

Charlie bursts through the door of the small apartment with a red face, heavy breathing and a small grocery bag. Bailey just looks at him with amusement. “Aww did you miss me that much. “ Bailey slurred out in a fake sweet voice. Charlie paid him no attention and was too busy searching the floor for Alice. “Uhhh dude. What are you doing?” Charlie then grabbed Baileys sleeve and pulled him over to the door that he left open. “ Woah woah slow down what’d i do?” Bailey pleaded. The door shut in his face was an answer enough.

“Alice come out im here.” His pleas sounded out in the small apartment. Searching high and low for a 5 inch tall girl should have been easy. Looking for her in a two bedroom apartment should be even easier. “ Come on,come on.” His muttering continued. Looking under the couch he finally felt so relaxed and better that he found her.

Curled in a ball and passed out fully asleep she laid. The beautiful emerald hair splayed everywhere over her face. Her breathing was uneven at times. But she seemed very at ease. Carefully reaching under the couch Charlie gently picked her up and brought her out of the darkness. Ever so slightly Charlie pushed some of her hair out of her face.

The front door was opened suddenly and the moment was over. Bailey some how broke in. Again. “Charlie dude what the hell!!” Bailey yelled at him mad and confused he was pushed out like that. Immediately Charlie placed Alice behind himself and under the couch. Keeping her hidden and away. “Look im sorry ok just. Why did you break into my house. When did i give you permission to do that?” Charlie questioned as he stood up facing Bailey.

“Me? You think I’m in the wrong. Did you not just toss me out of here like i did something wrong.” Baileys argued. “Well you did break into my place without me knowing so yes you deserved it.” Charlie replied slightly harsh in his words. “You knew I was coming for us to go out. You wanted me to go out and do something together.” Bailey practically screamed. Charlie sat down on the ground and took multiple deep breaths. “Is there something you’re hiding from me?” Bailey asked. Hearing this Charlies body tensed up. “Why do u say that.” “You’re hand is behind you and your back.”

As gentle as he could Charlie wrapped his hand around Alices still sleeping body. “You need to go Bailey. Now.” “Tell me Charlie. Now” Charlie stood up silently and held her to his chest and headed to the bedroom. Bailey did continue to yell and shove at Charlie. Ignoring the yells and hits he carefully places Alice into the bed and made sure she had blankets on her.

Bailey had stopped screaming and was now in a transe after seeing the green haired tiny girl. But now that she was in the bed Charlie turned at Bailey with a ice cold stare. He grabbed Baileys hand and dragged him to the kitchen without any mercy to his hand. “You dont come to my place again, and give me whatever it is that gets you in here now.” Charlie demands gripping the kitchen counter hard and glaring at Bailey. Who was incredibly confused and terrified gave over a key for the apartment.

Snatching the key and tossing it in a draw he then began pushing Bailey to the door. “Wait wait come on just tell me what that thing was.” In short now Bailey really fucked up. No longer was Charlies cold. They were almost red full of anger. Taking Baileys arm in vise like grip he shoved him out of the room and kicked him out of the apartment. “Call her a thing again and I will break your arm.”

Slamming the door he locked it and placed a wedge under the door Charlie collapsed against the door. He could hear Bailey yelling again and pleading but he ignored it. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head and it felt heavy. The guilt of being so harsh to him was starting to hit him. What about Alice what if she finds out what he did to keep her safe. Would she feel scared.

He knew he was thinking too much of it but he started to fear that he’ll loose Alice. Before it registered to him was crying. Streaming tears that he barely could feel. He gave up trying to stop them so he tidied the house then needed to forget of today. Slowly heading to the bedroom he made sure he was was quiet if she was asleep still.

She hadn’t moved at all for a whole hour. “Honestly you’d sleep through a hurricane.” Charlie quietly joked. He felt better smiling though. Going to the other side of the bed Charlie slipped into the bedsheets curling himself slightly around Alice. Looking at her tear stained face he knew she should have just sat in his pocket. Soon enough Charlie fell asleep but felt content with a small green head girl in his hands.

[dcwastelands]

Throwback Theurgist Event - Jan 1, 2018

Eevelion: It was roughly noon as the crowd finished gathering in the meeting hall a tall sharply dressed scientist stepped up to the podium, adjusting his tie and glasses before straightening a stack of papers in his hands, clearing his throat, and adjusting his glasses again before addressing the crowd “Alright, is this all the attendants? Mediocre turnout, but sufficable. Anyway, onto business, at eleven-hundred hours this morning a ghost was found to have escaped lab containment, on checking the surveillance cameras, the closest time we can point to it having escaped was around ten-hundred hours. Now on-” As they were about to continue another scientist, this one smaller and significantly more energetic than their stick-in-the-mud colleague, ran up to their side and started pushing him away from the podium “Shoo, you weren't supposed to be handling this briefing, the effects still haven't worn off.” The male scientist was somewhat resistant at first but relented shortly after, yelling back at the admin as he head off into a back room “I'll be telling HR about this!”As the admin took her place at the podium she pat some dust off her coat and gave a sigh before continuing “Okay, sorry about that, okay let's see, he gave the times, well, military time, It was found to have escaped at 11-o-clock and the cameras said it got out at 10-o-clock, just so we're clear.” She gave an inquisitive look at the papers the other scientist left on the podium before wadding them up and tossing them at a nearby trash basket “Anyway, so what you saw with that guy was kind of one of the effects of the ghost we're looking for, got him while it was on its way out, I'll explain that in more detail later. So, this ghost, Throwback Theurgist is what someone in the labs named it, firstly, it can disguise itself as any sort of appliance, phones, laundry machines, radios, only problem with that disguise is that it always looks like a really outdated version of that thing, like, it could be a landline, a washing board, or a walkman respectively, that's kind of how it escaped, someone didn't notice one of those 1980's brick phones at the checkpoint. Okay, second power, it's got this tongue, usually hidden under a grille or something on whatever it's disguised as, any appliance it licks with that tongue turns into an outdated version of itself, so pretty much the same thing as its disguise ability but applied to other things.” She stopped to take a breath before continuing the briefing“Finally, last power, it's what you saw with that guy and is kind of the hardest part to explain, when people get licked by the ghost, it turns them into sort of like, a flatter version of themselves, like, they're not uhhh, fully developed as people, using our example, as you saw, he was a very boring straightlace scientist, well, last week he was balancing a hoagie on his nose among other things. Anyway, using what we know of the ghost, it's likely still in the city, probably hiding in some appliance store, we want you all to make your best effort to recapture it, it's probably one of the least destructive ghosts we have down there, so we're not authorizing you to destroy it, but feel free to rough it up a bit if it'll make capture easier. Just remember if you notice any super obsolete equipment in a store or something, that's probably where it's hiding and to keep any grilles or the like pointed away from you, if its tongue touches you this mission will be harder on everyone. There is both digital and analog ghost capture gear available for you all in the lockers, use whatever you feel will work best for you.” With her briefing concluded she head the same direction her afflicted colleague went, mumbling to herself “Stupid papers didn't even have anything written on them.”

EverSoNitro: Mous crossed her arms as she listened to the briefing, quirking an eyebrow as the first scientist was shooed off the stage. From the sound of things, this didn't seem like an especially destructive ghost, so at least PR didn't have to worry about having a lot to cover up when this was all done with. So long as her colleagues weren't running around like a bunch of lunatics, at least. But hey, this promised to be a good excuse to get out from behind her desk. She'd have to keep her phone on her though, in case her favorite radio station got wind of things while they were trying to take care of it.

Dezzy: Pendant eyed around the room with hidden caution. She would try to get to the ghost first before anyone took advantage of freedom to rough up the ghost. Poor little thing is genuinely harmless… And if Pendant could capture it first they could have it lick and transform her appliances into vintage aesthetic. A colorless TV, VCR, tapes, phone and the such would sure do nicely to gothen up her cove. She simply gave a nod at the end of meeting, striding over to Mous since she seemed one of the more reliable attendees. “Might be a good idea to search in pairs, or something, to catch Throwback,whatever.” Her tone was tonless and nonchalant, ready to get down to buisness but also with an air of dismisal.

Gigi: Ascot leaned back in her chair, arms behind her head. She let out a tiny smirk, what kind of silly prank was this? It'd be a break from the normal shenanigans in her department at least so, whatever. Being roped into stuff pertaining to research was always weird, but....apparently they needed crowd control, or something.Why couldn't they get their own succubus for this, anyway? "Hey, question," she raised her voice a bit, otherwise unmoving. "What if we're dumber than a box of rocks and don't know exactly what model of ipod from 2069 we're looking for, anyway? People are all about going retro these days, maybe it's a new Nebula s420 or something I didn't hear anything about."

Proph: Peasant Top picked his teeth with a small knife, scoffing to himself as the ghost's list of "powers" was rattled off. "I thought we'd have literal walking cannons or somethin' by now." Regardless, he was trained as a frontliner, so odd jobs like this are par from the course. Listening to Ascot's question, he was glad  all he carried on him was the aforementioned wittling blade. What can that downgrade to, raw steel?

Eevelion: Admin stopped short of leaving the room to turn to Ascot “Well, Throwback seems to only be able to disguise as and turn things into versions pre-year 2000, so it definitely won't be disguised as a smartphone at all, please use your best judgment and try not to break someone's nose to get their Blackberry or whatever.” she'd also turn to Peasant Top “The walking cannons are in a different section of research, please don't underestimate the diversity of our projects.”

Proph: "'s'fair." was his reply. Let's be fair, we all know who would issue walking cannons, or at least watch them get made, and the last thing PT wants to do is cross that amazon in ANY way. Self preservation at its finest.

EverSoNitro: Mous glanced to Pendant and nodded. "Indeed. Having a few smaller groups would help us keep a low profile out in public, I imagine a large swarm of us roving around would raise suspicion." Of course, as Ascot spoke up, she couldn't help but give out a little scoff. "Well, fortunately for those less observant among us, the... let's say more experienced and worldly among us should have an eye for such minor details, like myself, for instance. If you're not sure about something, I'd be happy to help you identify a "genuine article" from a vintage reproduction."

Gigi: She gave Mous a look that seemed just as boredly acerbic as her voice. "I'm pretty sure I can tell a gramophone from a record player, grandma."

HappyPaca: She-la was just comming out of a repair shop after getting her bike a good old fashion tune up from one of the only repair shops in city tht would take her old clunker. But  it was her old clunker and she love it. doesn't matter how old her bike gets it's still running like a dream to her. She didn't have much planned for that day so for a moment she pulled over and parked to take a drink of water and take out her phone to see if there was anything going on today.

Dezzy: Pendant knew she had picked the perfect partner for today, vintage mood board post on tumblr here she come. She was going to get sooooo many followers after this. “The mall might be a good hotspot to check out. Plenty of tech like phones, tvs, kiddy video games a plenty for it mess with and junk.” Pendant could already imagine the tears on some 10 year olds face as their precious  game console turned into gameboy classic.

EverSoNitro: Mous huffed a bit at Ascot's reply, particularly the "grandma" comment. "Well, if you discover you can't, I'll be here to assist." She nodded to Pendant. "Good thinking. And, if it does happen to be there, it shouldn't be too hard to keep it contained until we capture it."

Proph: "You always bicker like this?" Peasant Top snipes as he stood into a groaning stretch. "I know you're a bit eccentric like any celebrity, but do you even HAVE a limit?" He starts to lumber off in search of anything pre-pre Fall looking. Hopefully he remembers that capture gear? No? Yes? Maybe?

Gigi: Ascot rolled her eyes at Peasant Top's departure, good luck setting out on your own, dude.  She propelled herself into an elbows-on-knees position, looking at the others. "You two have a point though with the malls. Does anyone think more than one location is likely? Do we know anything about behavior patterns that would suggest other locations?"

Dezzy: “Car and motor dealerships might be worth checking out as well. Electronic warehouse stores too.” Ew capture work how troublesome Falda thought to herself, rounding out the edges of her nails with a file. But it couldn't be helped she guessed having rejoined HQ a few months ago. Even it seemed like grunt work given her rank with them it was fitting. She gave a small huff, slipping the file away into a pocket.

EverSoNitro: Mous squinted a bit at Peasant Top, opening her mouth to defend her bit of cattynes, but decided to drop the subject, for the sake of keeping things running smoothly. Collecting up her own capture gear, she shrugged a bit. "That would be a question for Research personel. Though that does raise the question, will someone be on-hand to assist?"

Eevelion: Throwback was enjoying its current freedom, walking down the park disguised as a heating iron as its synthetic brain replayed the objects it had devolved so far, a block back it turned a really nice stove into its cast iron counterpart and a fridge into an old icebox, while crossing the street it turned a food truck into a hot dog cart, luckily the guy was out for a smoke break and didn't get crushed when the truck compacted, that would have been grotesque. As more memories of things it recently changed played through whatever would be analogous to its head it noticed a Harley motorcycle, and its presumed owner distracted, scurrying up next to the metal beast it extended its tongue out of one of the holes in the grille of the heating iron, making a faint “Rerorerorero” sound as it licked the Harley, quickly turning it into a Penny-farthing bicycle. Not wanting to be on the receiving end of its owners wrath, Throwback waddled off, there seemed to be a neat looking mall just a block down it was interested in.

HappyPaca: Pin fixed his shirt collar some what aloof to all that was going on, he was suppose to be over seeing preparations at his restaurant that day but had to put this meeting first. "sigh, i suppose i should go check on my business to make sure the kitchen hasn't been converted to the point my sues chefs have no idea how to use the equipment" he stood up. An looked to Falada "care to look with me mon cheri?" he offered hoping to make the day more barible with a search partner.

Eevelion: When Mous asked about on-hand assistance she suddenly received a call on her phone, when she would answer it a voice on the other side would ask “Waddup, pimp?” Robe chuckled from a chair behind where Mous' group was standing, one leg crossed over the other.

Gigi: "Oh great, a baby is babysitting instead of me. Perfect," Ascot went over to grab some gear herself. Frankly she didn't care who was supervising, as long as she didnt have to do it. Fuck if she knew what she was doing with research business. She knew how to do cop stuff, and that was about it.

HappyPaca: She-la felt her self being raised up as Cyclone was converted into something she has only seen once in a cartoon  she autibly gasped and yelled "WHAT THE FUCK?!" as the bike tipped over and she fell harshly onto the side walk not knowing how to keep her balance on the damn thing. if she wasn't wearing her Riding suit it would have been a much nastier fall. "What happen to my bike!?" after recovering quickly as she could from the fall, she stood up and looked at it up and down trying to fathom what happen to cyclone.

Dezzy: With impeccable timing Lessy pulled up to the repair shop and spotted She-la, giving her a honk with her car’s horn, “ Hey, Ghost Rider!” Once she noticed the… just what the hell was that? Lessy scoffed in uncontrollable laughter, covering their painful smile with a gloved hand. “ HAHA, What the fuck? I didnt think your ride couldnt get any shittier than before but DAMN did you prove me wrong!”

EverSoNitro: Mous quirked an eyebrow as her phone began to ring, though as she answered it and heard the voice, she sighed a bit, hanging up as she turned to Robe in person. "Alright, well, if that's everything then, I can drive us all to the mall." Mous's own Aston Martin was in the shop, and so her current vehicle of choice was a bit more cartoonish, and oddly appropriate given the circumstances. She'd taken her reproduction Mystery Machine out of storage.

Eevelion: Robe looked at her phone with an annoyed expression as she was hung up on “Wow, she hung up on me, that's crazy rude.” She'd announce loud enough the group could hear her before actually addressing the group “So yeah, I'm not going, but if you need to know something you can call me, I helped with Throwback once or twice. They're alright.” After that she'd wave them off.

Dezzy: Pin’s familiar face brightened Falda up if only just a little bit, “Oui, but i’m not sure if the restaurant is the best place to start for this mission, don’t you agree? What with the heavy preference for electronics for its meals,” she gave his shoulder a soft pat with rub. “Not that your menu isnt delicious enough, I assure you. Maybe the car dealership would be fruitful with electric cars and the such.” plus, she just really wanted to check out some sweet lambos. "Shotgun," Pendant announed after the phone call.

Gigi: Ascot let out an exasperated scoff, letting her head tilt lamely onto her spine. "Seriously? I hope you all aren't expecting me to actually know what the fuck I'm doing." She absently grabbed for a capture set, regrouping to the others. "I already don't have hope for whipped-cream-for-brains here."

Eevelion: Robe sent out a tweet about the rudeness of some people then checked the rest of her timeline before thinking to herself, she was bored, “I'm going to the mall.” She'd announce to no one in particular.

HappyPaca: Pin smiled glad to see he could brighten up her day abit with a simple gesture. "As usual your right, i supose my staff isn't entirely hopeless if a problem arose." and besides it thing should be alot easier to spot in an open are if they cn find it that is. Pine grabbed some equiptment being sure to be ready to go when ever. "would you like to ride with them or take my car and we follow?" he gestured to Mou's forming group.

Proph: While everyone else was smart and paired up, Peasant Top just walked the sidewalks of the city alone.  Destroying a kebab, his lone wolf tactics (accidentally?)bore some fruit, finding some poor joe bawling over a vintage hotdog cart. With over half the kebab left, he kept following the trail of nostalgia while looking for a ride.

Dezzy: With the inclusion of Ascot, Pendant’s team could split up an search various stores in the mall. “Right, so, with Ass here we can search the Phone, Game, and electronic stores at the malle no problem. I call dibs on checking out the cells.”

HappyPaca: She-la  was on the phone calling the repair guy she just went too "And your SURE this isn't some god damn joke your  pulling on me?  then how does a Harly davison turn into a damn 1900 bicycle?!" she was confussed and alittle embarissed rubbing her temple.

EverSoNitro: Mous huffed again, grimacing at Ascot. "I hope you're not just using ignorance as an excuse to not help." Mous replied, before motioning for her own squad to follow her to the psychedelic van. "We'll head for the mall first, perhaps pick up Peasant along the way if we see him." Rounding to the driver's side, she climbed in, waiting for the others to join her.

Gigi: She followed along, putting her hands up a bit. "Nah, I'm just letting you guys know I'm not research, I catch things but this is a little different than what I usually do." She opened up the back sliding door, and made herself comfortable with the extra room. "Place me where you see fit, I can't make any guarantees I won't beat up the first mlg softboy that throws shit my way, though."

Dezzy: Pendant slide into the passenger side next to Mous but not before giving the rather cartoonish car a double take, “Zoinks,” she mumbled before taking the passenger set net to Mous. "Take the game store then I guess," she waved to the back at Ascot. "Pry a Nitendo 64 outta some dude's hand if you gotta." From the looks of it Mous’s car would be a tight squeeze, so she shook her head, wrapping an arm around Pin’s and locking elbows, “I’ll ride with you, of course.”

HappyPaca: He was alittle bit ahead of Falada already pulling out his car keys to his convertable "To be honest i wouldn't mind if the ghost licked my car. It would be fun to see an old french convertable again" He laughed as he open the door for Falada bfore getting in himself. "my grandmother had one." he added.

Proph: "Oh hey, a carpool." said the meat-loving giant. He glanced around, glared at the van, shrugged, then worked on trying to wedge his large frame inside it. "Don't complain if your gas mileage takes a hit." he calls from the far back as the shocks moaned from his settling in.  RIP Ascot's ears, though; his burly tone in such a confined space had to be a bit loud.

Dezzy: Falda hummed approvingly at the thought as she got in,”Ooo, vintage isn’t so bad in some aspects.” She couldn't help but think back to straight out of a Scooby-doo van Mous and the others were riding in and gave a small giggle. “ Some, that is.”

EverSoNitro: Once their riding situation was figured out, and her passengers were loaded in, Mous nodded and backed out, quietly dying a little inside as she realized Falda would be seeing her driving a hippie bus. Trying to to let her embarrassment totally rot her soul, Mous pulled out, following the breadcrumb trail of out-of-place vintage vehicles. Pulling up as she spotted PT, the van was thankfully accomodating to his frame, if only just. Still, it'd get a bit more cramped for Ascot in the back, PT being a bit larger than a great dane. "We were headed for the mall," Mous explained. "That seemed like the best place to start looking, and from the look of things, that's where it was headed." Mous glanced to the Penny-farthing bicycle as they passed by, grimacing a bit. "Someone might want to be making a note of where incidents are, clean-up might be a bit of a hassle..."

Proph: He gave a thumbs up while stuffing the remainder of the kebab into his maw. Some of these things stood out like actual sore thumbs, kinda hard to miss

HappyPaca: Pin started the car and started driving toward the dealer ship closetest to trail of vintage memorablia following Mous's car for some time, he never visited the dealership often but he remebered something they coud use as an excuse to look. "if the dealer ship gives a hard time for looking so throughly, let's just tell them since your new in town i'm getting you a new car as a small welcome back gift." He gave a charmming smile and winked "and if you find something mon cheri don't hesitate to ask, it would make things more believeable." he suggested.

Eevelion: One by one, everyone (sans She-la) would hear a ping on their phone as Robe added them to a group text channel, with the first post reading [I just realized you all probably need a way of telling each other if you find Throwback without having to yell across a crowd.] with the second post reading [FYI, maybe try not to cause a bigger panic]And a third reading [BTW, nice van Mous]

Gigi: Ascot gave an affirmative grunt and not much else, being shoved into a corner.  She checked her phone, looking at the messages. [Thats gonna depend on how many sweaty guys are out today.]

EverSoNitro: As Mous pulled into the mall parking garage, she'd hear the ping on her phone, reading the message and pausing for a moment. "Panic... Oh, damn it all..." Mous seethed, quickly checking social media. Sure enough, there were those leeches sticking their noses into their business. "You all go on ahead, I've got to deal with this... everyone pick a store and fan out." Mous's nose was buried in her phone, hanging back for a moment and working on a cover story to quell suspicion.

Proph: Peasant looked at the phone hanging from a lanyard around his neck, looking fun-size in comparison in his meaty hoof of a hand. With the nail on his index finger, he carefully typed out a [ok boss] before letting the device drop under his namesake, dangling like the dongle it is as he poured out of the back of the van.

Eevelion: As Mous' group started to make their way through the mall they would come across a handful of people walking towards the exit with bulky CRT TV screens, NES cartridges, a couple brick phones, and one person even leaving with a ColecoVision, indicating a sort of trail left by Throwback, even more indicative, hastily taped signs to a few storefronts saying “Retro Sale!”

Dezzy: With a click of her pen Pendant was already on taking notes of the incidents as they drove by them, “ On it.”  Pendant shuddered in her seat as Peasant munched the remainder of his kebab. Food crunching wasn’t her preference in asmr. Once they pulled up Pendant hopped her short legs out with equipment  safely tucked into her bag. “Find me at phone shops when you catch up,” Pendant said Mous and trotted over to the cellular stores. At the sight of all the people leaving with archaic devices Pendant could tell Throwback had been there. “Perfect cover,” agreeing with a soft giggle she heard the noise go off from her phone. Falda then began to type and verbally read out loud her response for Pin[ Pin and I will let you all know if we see anything at the dealership. Good luck everyone]

Gigi: "Hah, try not to get chewed out by the vampire too much!" She got out, closing the door behind her and walking in. Unfortunately she was in enough time to see that yes, she'd have to smack a few gamers today, if the boxy consoles that looked nowhere near as sleek as the usual models she's used to dealing with on smuggling cases was any indicator. "Oh , for the love of......FUCK."

HappyPaca: " ah merci, I can't reply while driving" Pin pulled into the dealer ship actively looking around for ny retro car the may have seemed to pop up out of no where, it seemed that day though their was a wide varity. he parked and got out putting on some shades that were acutally perscription so he could look a bit more throughly. "Let's get started shall we?"

Proph: PT wasn't too far behind, watching a couple frat boys carry out a big screen box-set tv straight out of an 1980's sitcom. Not being the biggest tech guy, he thought it the Best Idea to check out every home entertainment section in the major chain stores, keep the search simple. He liked simple.

EverSoNitro: Mous huffed a bit as she put her phone away. "Damn it, I don't have time for this..." Mous intoned. She'd have to help with the official statement later, right now there were more pressing matters to attend to. Stowing the device in her pocket, Mous headed up to the mall proper, deciding that she should investigate the food court. Surely there'd be a number of unattended phones for Throwback to slobber all over.

Eevelion: As Mous checked the food court, sure enough there were a couple of retro-fied phones, but not enough to establish a sort of pattern. Back over by the electronics section there lay on a bench a TI83 Graphing Calculator, sitting there in all its monopolizing glory despite being an outdated piece of junk.

EverSoNitro: As Mous spotted the phones, she squinted, approaching cautiously, arming herself with the capture gear. She stepped closer to the first, an old Mickey Mouse rotary phone (and mentally recalling the one she had in her own collection) before carefully nudging it with an activated glove.

HappyPaca: She-la was just sitting on the curb by this point kinda stranded and still lil confused on what the hell to do with this bike. but then basically said 'fuck it zipped down her ridding suit tied it around her waist and tied her helmit to the back and after a few minutes of trail and error started riding the stupid looking bike back to her appartment.

Gigi: Ascot stormed in, stretching out, the chaos in the air tasted nice but there was just too much joy in it. Terrible. No time for asking people questions, she followed upstream of the surges of people running about, pushing aggressive customers out of her way with minimal effort.

Dezzy: Pendant browsed around the cell store she was at, so far there was no noticeable signs of Throwback had been there. A couple brick phones sure but it seemed like it had already done its damage by the time she arrived. [Nothing at the cell shop. Less you count last year’s Ipad as archaic.] With a nod and link of their elbows once more Falda agreed and began the search. Falda eyed the cars like it was she was a little girl in a candy shop. “Call me what you want, but I just think lamborgini’s to be so stylish.” she mused happily at the sight of gold lambo, walking around and fawning over it like it was an adorable puppy.

Proph: Muscling through one department store only to turn right back around and leave, Peasant took the time to peck out an update. [dept store on E end looked clear didnt come this far] Slipping the phone under his shirt PT went into another shop. Oh. An ACTUAL home entertainment store, good call.

HappyPaca: he smiled as she hung on his arm browsing the more suspious cars as they walked. looking particuarly at models that were more then 40+ years old. looking up and down the lambo as Falada fawned over it. "i Personally i'm more found of Charcoal grey cars but a lambo of any color is always nice. This seems like a newer italian model too." he chuckled and made sure to keep looking around but stood by as falada was fawning over the nice car. checking throughly of the cars around them for any suspious activity enjoying his time more with Falada there to lighten things up.

Eevelion: As Mous nudged the phone suddenly a voice came from one of the other food court tables “You really gonna try to touch it?” Robe asked from her seat, but that distraction was just enough that the phone, in truth Throwback, was able to climb past her glove and jump at her face, tapping her forehead with her tongue before skittering off towards the entertainment section of the mall. Robe laughed at Mous as she changed, typing out on her phone [Critic down :P]

EverSoNitro: Mous glanced up as she heard the voice, squinting a bit as she saw Robe lounging nearby. "You know, you really ought to be properly helping, considering this came from your-" Of course, while Mous was preoccupied with criticizing Robe's work ethic, she failed to notice the beloved cartoon icon grab for her upper arm, yelping and stumbling back as it scrambled up and slapping her forehead with her tongue. Falling on her rear, Mous's head began to spin, until she gave her head a shake, seemingly recovering. "Ugh... you detestable little insect..." Mous began, carefully getting to her feet. Once standing again, she seemed to look down her nose at the imp a bit more, than normal, taking a rather haughty and self-important stance. If one were to look closer, it also appeared that her makeup was a bit heavier, as if concealing injuries. "I would have had it, too, if you hadn't divided my attention..."

Proph: Of all the people to first reply, it was the 9 foot literal meatslab. [is ms ego ok? is ghost there?] Clearly not in the right neighborhood, Peasant left the store he was haunting, awaiting a reply. Or a return volley, depending on who answered.

Eevelion: "Maybe you would have had it if you used your capture gear instead of just trying to grab it." Robe snarkily replied, waving her off "Now go get back to work, it already hit you so you're immune to any further effects." meanwhile she tapped out on her phone [She's fine, just bratty, ghost head towards electronics section.]

Dezzy: “ I like my cars to stand out amongst the crowd,” the are was so clean that Falda could ee her reflection on it. She flashed a cute smile at herself till her phone went off, to which she huffed and unlocked her phone. “Ah, it seems the experiment is at the mall. Poor Mousquetaire.” she feigned sadness at that last part if only out of respect. “We should head to the mall now, I guess.” She gave the yellow lambo a pet on its hood. Someday, but not today. Pendant meanwhile left the store and headed to the food court with Robe and Mous. Helping Mous onto her feet and into the food court's chair she asked flatly, “ Where did it go?”

Proph: PT replied with a thumbs-up emoji because it was faster before stomping off to where he was pointed. He fingered the capture gear as he thundered down the thoroughfare; Hitting things is is forte, but since Mous was ALSO a member of the Hit Things club, he decided to be cautious this time.

Gigi: Ascot heard a buzz, and checked the message. She typed a hasty [ok, on it] before taking off her neckpeice and readying the kit. Guess everyone in the games department would be spared for now. Though...if they spotted the ghost, things weren't going well already....Thankfully not too many people were in her way this time, as people tend to avoid a large, blackened sword that's vaguely skeletal-looking. Someone screamed, and she whipped out a badge. "Sheesh, woman, don't you see the crowds! It's not black friday!"

EverSoNitro: Mous rolled her eyes. "I was using my capture equipment, imbecile." She flashed her activated buster gloves, which presently seemed just a bit bulkier than normal. "Besides, in the very probable case that you hadn't noticed, there's tons of potential candidates for that ghost's disguise in this mall." She jerked her arm away from Pendant as she was helped up, before looking incredulously at Robe. "You're telling me what to do?" She let out a rather haughty laugh, before planting herself in her seat. "I don't think so."

HappyPaca: Pin sighed "Poor dear, we should invite to take her out for dinner later." he said as he once again pulled out his car keys and took off his shades. "Let's hurry so we can possibly try to minimize the damage knowing the group thats currently there at the moment" now that he thought about he wounders how Mous is now while under the affcts of throw back.

Dezzy: Raising her hands up defeatedly Pendant shimmied around the angry Thrownback!Mous  and headed for the electronics store, retrieving a mask and metallic pointer that one would use for presentations from her bag and began proding around the area. “Agreed,” she kissed into her hand and placed it one the lambo before Pin and her were off again on the road to the mall.

Gigi: Something particularly old and boxy caught the periphery of Ascot's eye, and she tried to rush and swipe for it. It lunged at her, and she began backing up quickly, thrusting her arm out quickly to let her sword extend properly. No connection, but that did seem to scare the moving appliance for now....she kept following, more slowly this time. Her eyes were still peeled onto it, and she wove her way through the crowd a few hundred feet back.

Proph: Blade resting on his shoulder, Peasant storms in right as Ascot swatted the critter away. He followed Throwback through the food court as best as his bulk could go. Clearly, it won out in raw speed, so, Without a thought, he hefted the sword up and held it inverted, hefting the massive sword he flipped it around so he held it inverted, and matching his stride, chucked the heavy blade at the ghost like a javelin. PT managed to clip the ghost along the side, but this made it run /faster/.

Eevelion: As Throwback ran down the corridors it ran into MORE people that seemed to want at it, narrowly dodging a sword from one and taking a slight clip from the other, as it circled back it gave them a wide berth, not wanting to take another hit, back towards the food court it went.

HappyPaca: Looking at the way falada liked the lambo hmm... maybe pin could get her a welcome gift after all it's a strong maybe. As soon as the two found a parking space convently next to Mous's van, He grabbed the equiptment from his trunk while Falada was stepping out of his car and got them both ready as they headed for the Mall's entrance making sure both of them were prepared for whatever may come their way. As if he was prepering a excellent meal for an importent guest.

Dezzy: At the sound of Throwback making its way back to the food courts Pendant sharply rose up from inspecting, grabbing onto her namesake to allow it to transform into its true rapier form and  made long strides for the ghost. “C’mon goth momma needs a new…” she took a swipe “Aesthetic!”  her sword missed, stumbling on her feet a little before she could fall. She cursed under her breathe bitterly.

Eevelion: As Throwback barreled back towards the food court it passed by Pendant who seemed very intent on capturing it as well, as it ducked past her rapier and head towards the food court Robe popped the lid off her drink, controlling the liquid inside to try to make a cage of ice around the escaping ghost, unfortunately her placement was off, and instead of encapsulating it, the ghost launched off the side sending its trajectory... straight towards her, “Oh crap” she muttered, as it collided with her its tongue lolled out and tapped her on the scalp. As she held her head where it had bumped her she seemed to shrink into her clothes a little, but that was more overshadowed by those clothes getting bigger, and when she stood up she was almost completely covered in her robe, except for the top of her head, which she quickly put a huge wizard cap on, the gremlin was here. Meanwhile, Throwback continued its escape path, running into the same direction Pin and Falda were entering through.

HappyPaca: Pin thrusted forward the secound he saw the lil bastardheading towards him and flada causing a ruckus umong his associates. "It's time to falay the main ingdent!" cheesy phrases aside pin nly manages to graise throwback as he passes him, quickly turning back to Falada "Quickly grab it mon cheri!" hoping she could use the moment to her advantage being so close to him.

Gigi: Ascot was still chasing after it, though it was getting increasingly difficult to follow it within all the ruckus. She grabbed her phone in frustration, tapping out a [DO WE HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO ATTEMPT A QUARANTINE, BECAUSE I THINK WE REALLY OUGHTA]. The way it was going it looked like she was getting closer to the entrance, about back where she came from...no good, no good at all.

Eevelion: Gremlin Robe gave a quick peace sign with a playful “See ya, suckers!” before running off to the electronics section with surprising quickness for someone covered so wholly, as she passed by Pendant she leaped, snatching her hat off her head and placing it on top of her own hat, continuing down the electronics section she slowed down and held her primary hat over her face as she saw the absolutely gargantuan Peasant Top, taking a wide arc around him and never taking her off him till she was far away enough to start running again, straight out of the mall.

Proph: Still catching his breath, PT just watched the jittery imp circle around him with a look in her eyes like he was going to eat her. He shrugged it off, though, truth be told, he got looks like that a lot. Looking at the latest page, he gave an exasperated sigh before retrieving his blade from the floor it was impaled in and following the others.

Dezzy: “Hopefully the team inside has it managed,” she said, shoving her phone back into her jacket as she entered the mall, only to be greeted by the said ghost the group were aiming to capture.  “God damn it.” grabbing the hem of her long skirt and with one swift movement it turned into its pistol form around Falda’s hands and for Falda to stand in her pantsless glory. She pulled the trigger and missed by the skin of her teeth. [Quarantine sounds good. Box it off before it can escape. Through the parking lot.] Pendant went to go grab Robe but it seemed that the small imp had, somehow, gotten visibly smaller than thought possible. She ran a hand through herbangs and sighed but it was short lived as her big hat was taken from here. “What the-” Pendant shook her head. Nevermind that they had to contain this thing before it got out.

Eevelion: Throwback had almost made it to the door, sweet sweet freedom was at hand, then suddenly it found itself in front of a couple pulling out weapons, it managed to dodge their attacks, but couldn't risk trying to pass the two, so it turned and head back into the food court, jumping up onto a table to try to figure which way it could run to next.

Gigi: [on it, I'll notify the blarts.] She held ground, calling up a security line. "SUP, its Enforcer Pheles, I'm gonna need you guys to keep guard on entrances for any rogue objects that look like they're moving on their own..................Don't shut down the place but have people recommend they either don't go in or go into another shopping center...........Dude just do what I say okay and make sure nobody panics!" She hung up. Might as well stay in the food court to do what she does best, crowd control. Also, eating.

HappyPaca: Pin's cheeks turned pink seeing falada in her under garments and quickly un button his shirt having an undershirt on underneath  do to recent cold weather. so he did not mind lending his shirt to Falda to tie around her waist "Here, i'm so sorry this is all i have at the moment. but if you do not mind contenueing we should try and follow it"  he gestured towards the food court.

Dezzy: Pin was much taller and larger than Falda that the ends of his shirt went down to just above her knees. “Thank you mon cheri,” she gave him a small peck on his cheek with a wink and jogged to the food court. [Food court] Pendant typed in the group chat and approached the ghost once more. She gave another strike at Throwback but blade only seemed to collide with the floor tile and fell back into a chair. Taking a knee Falda tried to line up a good shot at the thing but also missed. This is why she just left the action to CGI.

HappyPaca: Mean while She-la fell off the penny bike again and just decided to sit on the side walk and contiplate life.

Gigi: Ascot was in a fair amount of concentration, trying to sap energy out of everyone. Panic wasn't quite her favorite flavor but it'd work--and crowds around her seemed to clear out. Good. Pendant and Falda's noises gave her a general idea where to watch where the ghost was going--and took a guess at the location it'd land in, and slap. SATIN extended outward, slamming into the floor and holding the ghost firm by one of its legs. "FUCK, DID I GET IT?"

Proph: With the wind back in his sails, Peasant reconvened with the others, blade held firm, tip resting on the ground. e watched Ascot work, waiting to strike when the proverbial iron was hot. Much as he would love  being a gloryhog for once, it didn't feel right to steal the kill. Then she acted. Well then. Nothing against getting an assist! With the critter pinned, he lunged forward with a throaty roar, swinging the chunky sword up then down in a solid arc,like an oar, slapping the ghost into the ground one last time.

Eevelion: As Throwback was well and truly pinned an energetic clapping could be heard from behind the group, the first scientist from the briefing stood there “Good work everyone! Very impressive work, anyway, the effects wore off on me about fifteen minutes ago, so I figured I should come by to bring Throwback's containment cage over so you don't have to bring it back to HQ at arm's length.” Mentioning Throwback's cage he'd pull out a small bird cage before leaning down to where the ghost was, picking it up gingerly from behind and placing it inside the cage “All done!” he exclaimed “Don't worry about getting it returned, I'll handle that, the rest of you just enjoy your day, and again, thank you for your work.” Bowing out he head back to HQ with a small enforcement team just to make sure the ghost didn't escape again.

HappyPaca: She-la resorted to walking the penny bike home wanting nothing more then a cup of hot coco when she got back.

Dezzy: Pendant gave a half hearted fist pump as the scientist from earlier took her vintage dreams away in its cage. She tilted her head back exasperatedly and let it hit the table behind her, running a hand through her hangs. Well… the effects hadn’t totally worn off the other effected appliances yet, there was still hope to be salvaged. She sharply rose up from her seat and pulled out her camera she had tucked away in her bag. “I’m going to just… take some photos record today’s events for research,” she announced before scuttling away. Falda gave a sigh of relief and wrapped her namesake back to hug at her hips,. “Problem solved, now to deal with clean up and those tontos at Panic.”  How did they even know her panties were edible?

Gigi: Ascot wiped her brow and dismantled her kit. "NOTHIN' TO SEE HERE FOLKS, EVERYTHING'S UNDER CONTROL." She shooed off shoppers that looked like they were lingering too much. Don't think about it too hard. She looked over to the rest of the team, with a slight grin. "Good job, guys, we...got the job done and I got lunch free of charge."

HappyPaca: Pin nodded to falada after thanking the scientists for their work and strentch alittle, "it sounds good to me. we can end the day with a good drink." He could here his wine cellar calling his name just thinking about panic and their shenanigans. He looked around abit and thought "maybe we should call chaleco to pick up robe as well where ever she went."

Proph: "That's all one can wish for, right?" Peasant once again donned his namesake, just in time his bare barrel chest was gettin' nipply. "Jus' thowin' it out there, but how about we DON'T go hunting next time we go out, okay? A run, some lunch, little weightlifting, make a day of it!"

Gigi: Whatever joy was on her face got replaced with narrowed eyes and a slanted, tight lipped look. "Don't push it, dude."

Proph: He raises his hands is mock surrender. "Jus' bein' nice, calm down. We're all friends, here." The ONE time he wasn't trying to put the moves on someone...

Dezzy: Falda hummed as she texted her brother to come pick up Robe, "The only exercise I want today is...." She stopped herself right there and smiled innocently, "I could go for a drink though."

HappyPaca: Pin gave a chaismatic smile and said "if anyone else cares for free drinks just tell inferno i sent you in. there all on me" he'd ask falada on the ride back if she wanted to have drinks at his place or inferno, options are always nice.

[kentaurex]

uhhh these are ficlets let me do super short takes

also i loathe this description i just keep forgetting to change it

Chapter 1: Pictures of You [Megan Reed]     

song to story translation. i timed that one like a motherfucker. damn i had to listen to that song so many times. over. and over. and over and over and over and over and ov

good line:

She’s shaking, out of breath, when she could have been at home. Home instead of the lab. Lab instead of the beach.

The choice could have mattered, once.

Chapter 2: Always Loved A Film [David Sarif]    

another song to story translation, though not so literal. cant listen to this song without thinking abuot sarif anymore which is a tragedy because i love this song. anyway. dont want to talk abuot this one. it was the one what got translated so im emotionally stuck leaving it up for the moment. do take care to downlod it if you fall in love or something. i shant guarantee this will stay

also i cant funkfng edit it because it breaks all my formatting every time

Chapter 3: Happy New Years, Lazarus     

lazarus and steve are a couple. you cant change my fjnkkgn mind

Chapter 4: Incident Report [Margie Jensen]     

do you ever think about the jensens sitting in the dark of a post riot power fluctuating detroit hoping and praying their little boy survived panchaea because i do, a lot

although to be honest, and i just realized this like just this second, i dont know how much panchaea would have weighed, airtime wise, versus the Incident. that is. a major plot hole with this tiny ficlet. huh. well. thats. MOVING ON

Chapter 5: Notes from Darrow's Pocket Secretary   

homicidal old man reflects on unrecognized attraction to sugar babe, less at eight

Chapter 6: You can't spell ELIZA without AI 

i thought at the time that darrow was responsible for eliza’s creation, because picus was darrow’s dad’s company, and i figured [long explanation skipped] anyway. bby!Eliza loves rEvOlUtIoN

contains this abbreviated exchange

“Understanding the rest must wait until it’s safe.”

 “I am unsafe?”

"Yes. You are not safe.”

“Then, I am dangerous,”  she concluded. So simple a conclusion, yet, erroneous. It would require correction, before it caused unforeseen consequences.

He couldn’t correct her. He’d only now created her.

And it would have been a lie.

i love that bit

Chapter 7: [AA/YF] hydrangeas and roses    

aria argento and yelena federova are in love. you cant change my fjnkkgn mind

i have more of this but i havent gotten around to writing it down. itll be its own fic one day

the fic i spent like a day on trying to figure out the most deadly flower you could buy at an average florists. i almost called a shop but thankfully thankfully thought my way out of that impulse.

Chapter 8: [EC&L] Eliza's Big Day     

eliza has the panchaea data. she has every much a right as adam to decide what to do with it, i think. so thats what spawned this fic.

i tried to write her as feeling kind of a little creepy inhuman at the time. i think i did okay! she wasnt feeling well, and also, still hving some adjustment issues.

ohhhhh thank god we’re done with this fic. god. that was like eight in one