>>5192023As the gang looks for any excuse to, well, be excused, you notice a slight miscount in your usual ranks–Gus, you mutter with a raise of your eyebrow, he ain’t back yet?
“Nope…” Tucker replies, sharing a similar look with Kiki. “How far’s that <span class="mu-g">PIZZA PLACE</span> of his, anyways?”
Not far, you shrug as memories of oozing cheese, plush red booths, and excited chatter from the kitchen crowd your head. Even with the <span class="mu-r">SKELETONS</span> around, <span class="mu-g">PIZZA CAKE</span> is only a short drive from your apartment!
“We worried about the big guy?” Mitzi asks as she crosses her arms. “He <span class="mu-i">does</span> have a habit of showing up outta’ nowhere…”
Yea, you nod, he’s probably heading down right now with an extra-large meat lover’s and a liter of <span class="mu-g">MR. PAPRIKA.</span> He’ll be fine!
“In that case,” Sybil interjects, running a pale hand through her purple-highlighted hair, “Shall we make travel preparations? There’s only one more <span class="mu-r">LIEUTENANT</span> left, after all.”
“Yea,” Art nods, “and they’re <span class="mu-s">underwater</span>. Not exactly a walk down the block.”
Before you can respond, Kiki jabs the knife in her hand towards the kitchen with an irritated expression barely hidden behind her bangs! Right, you exclaim, the <span class="mu-i">SOUP!</span>
“Should be done soon.” Tucker explains with an apologetic look on his face. “But if we’ve gotta hit the road, then-”
The road will be there after <span class="mu-i">soup</span>, okay!? Besides, you continue, you just got back–you still have crap to take care of!
“Works for me!” Mitzi croons as a grateful grin appears on her face! “Gotta finish dryin’ off anyways!”
“Still don’t know how you won that breath-holding contest…” Eddie groans, sinking deeper into his seat. So <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> what was going on, huh?
As the rest of your team disperses into various rooms, you find yourself contemplating your next actions. After a few minutes of standing awkwardly in the living room like a total stooge, you ultimately decide to:
>GRAB TALBOT! HE NEEDS TO FESS UP ABOUT HIS MEMORIES ALREADY!>HAND OFF THAT SERUM TO SOMEONE–MAYBE (WHO?) COULD USE IT?>CHECK IN WITH DENISE–THAT WAS A CLOSE CALL!>GATHER THE TEAM TO DISCUSS YOUR NEXT DESTINATION!>WRITE-IN! 