You open your mouth to answer Pete’s question, but the words get stuck halfway out of your throat as your eyes lock with a few choice members of your team: Art. Mitzi. Talbot. Inspecting the aircraft, only a few of them return your stare with a smile or a wave, but you don’t respond as <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> words resonate through your spacious skull:
<span class="mu-i">“EVERY skeleton in this wretched burg is MINE, you freckled FOOL! Whatever they see, I SEE! Whatever they hear, I HEAR! Whatever they touch… well, you get the picture.</span>”
The last bit sends a shiver down your spine–damn it, Talbot, he just <span class="mu-i">HAD</span> to get all <span class="mu-i">handsy</span> last night, didn’t he?! Putting those memories aside for now, you instead focus on what you know. As a plan slowly sprouts from the dirt in your fallow head, you find yourself snapping your fingers to get Sybil’s attention!
Inspecting the VTOL with Art at her side, The Goth turns almost immediately, as you’ve conditioned her to do, and raises a pierced eyebrow your way. Seeing your grave nod, she trots over as fast as her platform boots will take her, arms wrapped around her thin midsection to battle the cold!
“Yes, Stanley?” She shivers in a helpful tone! “What’s our plan, hm?”
Your plan, you begin as you motion her towards a nearby public restroom, is <span class="mu-i">private</span>, so-
“Uh, Stan?”
Frozen in place by Tucker’s voice, you turn to notice the others looking at you like a bunch of squirrels noticing food in your hand. “What’s going on? Do we have a plan?”
Yea, you nod, you just, uh… you just need to ask Syb about some magical stuff real quick!
“Y-yes!” The Goth adds emphatically, “there’s bound to be plenty of defenses, an-”
“Couldn’t we just talk about it together, then?” Art asks as he and Gus exchange confused glances.
“Yea!” Eddie agrees, “We always get everybody’s input! I say something encouraging, Denise mutters creepily-”
“<span class="mu-i">Ehhehheh… It… it’s t-true!</span>” Denise giggles as she continues tinkering with your <span class="mu-g">REMOTE CONTROLLED DUCK.</span>
“Mitzi makes a dry comment or two, and Talbot closes it all out with something brash and stupid!”
“YEA! That-wait, what did you say?” Bellows Talbot before glaring at Eddie.
Yea, well, you stammer, caught in a figurative trap, you um… you also need to take care of, erm…
… <span class="mu-r">GIRL TROUBLES!</span>
https://youtu.be/wiX8CJqt3Fc“OH SHIT!”
“EWWW!”
“TMI!”
“NEVER MIND!”
“Gotcha.”
As the male half of the team expresses their concerns, you take that as your cue to scurry off to the bathrooms! Works every time!
>CONTD. 