>>5408230“Uh… who is she?” Asks Talbot as he takes another sip of water.
You don’t know, you shrug, but you didn’t want to ask, so-
“On paper she’s a textbook socialite–young heiress to a large sum of old money… likes to spend it extravagantly: parties, events, anything as long as it’s big and loud.” Sybil explains with a sigh. “But behind that gaudy facade lies another person–one of note, I might a-”
“Oh my <span class="mu-i">GOD</span>, just get to it already!” Groans Talbot impatiently! “I thought we were gonna go bowling or something today!”
“All in due time!” Snaps Sybil, prompting Talbot and the rest of the restaurant-goers to simmer down! “<span class="mu-r">AMELIA</span> is known to some circles as one of the higher-ranked members of <span class="mu-g">THE ORDER OF THE WANDERING EYE.</span>”
Shit, you hiss, you mean-
“I <span class="mu-i">do</span> mean.” Nods The Goth with a grim look on her face. “Most of the group was wiped out in the waning hours of the incident, but a large contingent never even came to <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER–</span>in fact, a majority of their little club is situated near the border of Oregon… and guess where that wedding venue is, hm?”
“So we think some of ‘em are holed up inside.” Concludes Art as he glances around the restaurant. “If there’s magic at play then there’s no wonder people haven’t found them yet.”
Well <span class="mu-i">crap</span>, you stammer, let’s hit the road! Talbot, bring the car around!
“Seriously!?” He groans as he leans back into the cracked booth, “But we didn’t even orderrrr….”
“No rush, Stanley.” Sybil replies in a calm, but hushed tone. “This operation will take careful planning, especially since you aren’t as, well... <span class="mu-i">durable</span> as you used to be.”
Like <span class="mu-i">HELL</span> you aren’t, you protest angrily! Gimme something to fight and I’ll prove it! Talbot, square up!
“Anyways, I’ll keep you abreast of the situation and subsequent plans.” Sybil concludes. “Any questions?”
Before you can get into it, you feel a buzz in your brother’s jacket pocket. Probably a text.
Anyways, what’s next?
>WHAT KIND OF SECURITY WILL THE VENUE HAVE, YOU THINK?>TELL ME MORE ABOUT AMELIA!>ANY WORD FROM THE REST OF THE GANG?>WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING, ART?>SO ARE WE GONNA DO A DATE TODAY, OR?>ABOUT THAT SKULL YOU HAVE…>BACK TO THE TIME STREAM!>WRITE-IN!>>5408229Don't <span class="mu-s">EVER</span> interrupt me again. <span class="mu-s">EVER!</span>
Nah really though, you're gettin' that shit, bro. And THEN some!
