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Yea, you nod, returning Pepper’s smile with one of your own, let’s crash this damn party already! Leading the way towards the sound of what passes for ‘<span class="mu-i">music</span>’ in these parts, you pause to check on your companion and catch the redhead stifling a shiver.
Cold?
“I’ll be better when we’re back at the house…” Replies Pepper as her smile shows off a few chattering teeth. “... I can handle myself, chief.”
Sure she can, you scoff, which reminds you… where’s her ha-
Donning the <span class="mu-s">PIZZA MIND HAT</span> before you can finish, the girl gives you a reassuring thumbs up to which you respond with a shrug. Works for you!
Thanks to the lights strung all over the trees, it doesn’t take long for you to find your way back! As you approach a massive hedge wall, the music from earlier becomes so loud you can hear the lyrics… not that you can understand them…
“<span class="mu-s">SEPSIS</span> is still working on their brand, sandcrab.” The reporter-turned-pizza gal explains as you try to find the entrance. “But word on the street says the band’s only holding together because of <span class="mu-s">DIDI</span> and <span class="mu-s">FRITZ</span>.”
You spy one of the familiar white-suited <span class="mu-s">DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE MEMBERS</span> standing guard at a sturdy-looking black wooden gate. And <span class="mu-i">they</span> are?
“Lead singer and guitarist.”
Hard to have a band without <span class="mu-i">those</span>, you muse. Approaching the gate with caution, you’re waved through as the sentry continues a hushed conversation into their earpiece.
“<span class="mu-i">No… nope…. Nothing except for the PIZZA PATROL,</span>” He mutters as he studies you and Pepper from behind his mirrored shades. “<span class="mu-i">Well what KIND of noises?</span>”
You and your companion trade glances as you make your way through the gate and into a lavish <span class="mu-s">BACKYARD GARDEN</span> where crowds of unfamiliar students mill about with duo cups, cigarettes, and a cornucopia of snacks balanced on paper plates in their hands!
Welp, you remark as a guy stumbles past you with a mouth <span class="mu-i">FULL</span> of cigarettes, here we are!
>CONTD.
