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Post by icon on Jul 1, 2013 13:52:14 GMT -5
Icon adjusted his amber-colored safety glasses* as he puttered down Times Street on his scooter. This didn't look good; the clicks and whistles coming from the equipment attached to the back of the vehicle weren't good news to anyone, except for maybe someone who wanted to practice dolphin impersonations.
Lizica was back at the lab, running more tests. Paint thinness, texture, and even scent were becoming more and more crucial as time went on. If they couldn't get the paint right, the entire forum could be at risk of-
Argh, mosquito buzzed by his ear. He shook it off, then turned and glanced at his equipment. Times Street seemed to be stable for now, but its levels could drop any moment now, considering how much activity he was reading.
Icon adjusted his orange-golden headset, searching for the right frequency. "Lizica? Lizica, are you in? I'm on Times Street right now, yeah." A pause. "Levels are stable for now, but there's high activity, if a swarm comes in I think we should paint just to play it safe... alright, cool. I'll keep you posted."
Setting the headset aside, he grabbed a paint can from the back of the scooter, started to pry it open. A bit more time, time was what he needed here, and this batch of paint had been proven particularly effective at slowing them down. Ah yes, brush number three should be fine, he thought as he drove up to the next house and knocked on the door...
*Lime green is the designated color of science, but amber is the color of innovation.
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Post by Dan on Jul 1, 2013 15:48:09 GMT -5
Two more short stories, furthering the sagas of Amberworks and Carquie's Pizza, Pie, and Paint Emporium! “Amberworks,” the sign reads. “Renovations – Refurnishing - Paleogenetics.”
You glance around as you open the door. You were expecting some sort of small bell to ring and alert the kid at the front of your presence. You were expecting a bit of small talk with a grin as someone went to pick up a book of paint colors, letting you relax for a moment before you talked method and pricing.
What you weren’t expecting was a miniscule pendulum to swing down and set off a device that would make Rube Goldberg weep tears of joy, a monster of ping-pong balls and houseplants and wire that culminated in a foam finger gracefully descending from the ceiling to lightly tap the humble bell sitting on the counter.
The kid glances up. “Ah! You’re here about the press release, then? I told her a thousand times, we don’t every reporter in town hounding everything up! It is a matter of Forum-wide importance, yes, but it’s not that big a deal!” You glance him over, more fully this time: glasses, casual shoes, hair like a small shrub on the business end of a tiny weedwhacker. He sighs. “Sorry, let me try that again. I’m Icon. You’ll be wanting to talk to Lizica, then, she’s in the lab.”
Before you can start to say anything, he pushes the door of the small office open to reveal a rather well-lit laboratory space in back. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust, but the first word that comes to mind is yellow; everything is glowing in a faint golden color, faint tints of orange sailing past on window and wall.
You can already see the lady, three tables with workbenches up, twisting back and forth in that swivel chair like a screwdriver having an existential crisis, picking up small syringes, power tools, wiring, then turning around to a microscope before swinging right back and looking up. “Ah, there you are!” She says, offering you a hand (Amber-colored rubber gloves on, you note.) “Name’s Lizica. You’re here to hear about Amberworks’s newest breakthrough, then? We’re on the verge of perfecting our method of operation.”
“Yeah, executing the process is fine,” the one known as Icon says from behind you, “but the whole thing lies in the mosquitoes themselves. We need to stop them, yes, but the challenge isn't theirs, it’s from the genes inside! We shouldn't be focusing on the process, we should be gathering the results—“
“Come on, Icon, it’s as much in the action as in the structure!” Lizica replies. She turns to you. “Right?”
You manage to sputter out a rather bewildered “um, err, what?”
“It’s simple!” Lizica says. “While the epidemic is of course rising with haste, the genetics aren't the only problem! We need to figure out the most efficient method for the mosquitoes, right?”
You stare at them blankly. “I… I just came to ask about painting a house.”
“…Ah,” Icon says after a brief pause. “you want that side of the business, then.” He looks a tiny bit disappointed. "Well, come on then, we'll see what we can do." Carrie and Gelquie skulked about the streets, the hot summer sun beating down on them, as they attempted to find buildings to paint. It was noon, and they’d been out since sunrise, and so far they hadn’t managed to convince a single darn person of the amnesia thing. All they’d succeeded in so far was getting the cops nearly called on them twice, an angry Rottweiler set loose on them, and leaden arms from carrying around heavy, dripping cans of pink paint.
“This is hopeless!” Carrie whined. “This was a bad idea! We should go back to just being pie bakers and pizza crafters.”
“We must not give up so soon,” Gelquie replied. “Some gullible sap will believe us eventually. Someone… soon…” She scanned the area, looking for a potential victim client and—yes! There! Up ahead on the porch of a house, sitting on a rocker and smoking a cigar. An old as man as dirt—older, maybe—with giant glasses on his face and suspenders hitched up uncomfortably high.
“Jackpot,” Carrie said.
“This is going to be fun!” Gelquie replied, and then, to the old fogey she called: “Hello, sir! It is the painters here!”
“EH!? TALK LOUDER!”
“THE PAINTERS.”
“I DID NOT HIRE NO PAINTERS.”
“OH YES YOU DID.”
“NO.”
“YES YOU DID. YOU MUST SUFFER FROM AMENSIA. I AM GELQUIE AND THIS IS CARRIE FROM CARQUIE’S PIZZA, PIE & PAINT EMPORIUM. YOU HIRED US TO PAINT YOUR HOUSE. FOR $15,000.”
“I DID NOT.”
“YES. YOU. DID.”
“ARE YOU SURE?”
“DEFINITELY.”
“EH, FINE THEN. GET ON WITH IT.”
Carrie and Gelquie exchanged gleeful looks, then pried open their paint cans and started to paint. They were uh… not very skilled. Paint got just about everywhere but the side of the house: on them, on the fogey, on the fogey’s ginger cat, who had come out to watch the suspicious painter people. Still, on and on they laboured, splattering globules of pink paint about. A particularly large glop fell on the cat. It hissed and darted away.
They were so involved in their (poor) painting job that they didn’t even notice when somebody ambled up the front walk of the fogey’s house and ascended the porch steps. It was only when the new arrival—a middle aged woman with her hair in a severe bun—started to yell did Carrie and Gelquie pay attention to her.
“What are you DOING to my father’s house!?” the woman shrieked.
“He hired us to paint it!” Gelquie and Carrie replied in unison.
“No, he didn’t,” snapped the woman. Then: “Wait… don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“Uhh… no!” Gelquie cried, but she had the feeling that the woman did know her and Carrie… and she was pretty sure that this probably wasn’t a good thing.
“No,” continued the woman. “I do know you. You… you’re the idiots from the pizzeria! The ones who gave me listeria! The ones I’m suing! GET OFF THIS PROPERTY OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”
“Fine,” sighed Carrie. “But we already did so much painting. Here, I’ll make you a deal—since we did SO much good painting, we’ll settle for half of what we were going to charge your dear daddy. How’s $7,500?”
“I have a counter-proposal,” the woman said thickly. “Either you get off this property, or I will have you ARRESTED.” To emphasize her point, she fished a cell phone out of her pocket and started to press ‘9’.
“We’re going!” Gelquie and Carrie yelled. “Give us a second to gather up our paint!”
And so as the woman’s finger hovered menacingly over ‘9’, Carrie and Gelquie hurriedly gathered up their paint supplies, then got the hell out of Dodge.
“We’ll never make money,” Carrie said with a dejected sigh.
“Sure we will!” Gelquie replied. “We just have to keep trying. Some gullible sap will believe us soon… I mean, eventually we have to fail at failing!”
And onward they went, to paint the town pink!
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Post by Terra on Jul 1, 2013 22:54:30 GMT -5
Finally, Terra and Robyn had managed to finish painting Birdy's house. It'd taken much longer than they'd anticipated, but IT WAS DONE. Terra wasn't sure how much Birdy would like the new paint job, but if she had any concerns, she could figure out a way to assuage them, she was sure. ("You like Daleks, right? And some of those newfangled Daleks are black, right? So YOU SHOULD LOVE THIS NEW HOUSE PAINT, RIGHT.")
As she moved on to the next building, she saw the other painters busily traveling or working on painting their own buildings. There was Kozma, of Two Blue-Hued Kangaroos; Carrie and Gelquie of their CarQuie place; Icon, of Amberworks, whizzed by on his scooter.
"HEY, CARRIE, YOU AND GELQUIE OUGHTA SELL CAR KEYS INSTEAD OF PAINT JOBS WITH A NAME LIKE THAT," she shouted at her distant silhouette. "HOPEFULLY YOU'D DO A BETTER JOB THAN WHAT YOU'RE DOING WITH THOSE AWFUL, GARISHLY PINK HOUSES, ANYWAY!"
"HEY, ICON, ARE YOU GONNA BE USING YOUR WACKY RUBE GOLDBERG CONTRAPTIONS TO BE PAINTING THESE HOUSES?" she called after him. "IT MAY LOOK COOL BUT IT'S INCREDIBLY INEFFICIENT!"
"AND KOZMA -" Terra stared at Kozma, several blocks away, and tilted her head to the side.
"NEVER MIND, KOZMA," she said. "CAN'T SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT YOU."
(Gotta think of some better quips anyway, thought Terra. No way you could impress a supervillain with those, let alone a rival paint company.)
She pursed her lips and looked up at the house she was working on painting. Still a lot to do...
She slapped some paint on the wall with her brush. This was going to be a long day.
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Post by Dan on Jul 2, 2013 0:51:38 GMT -5
Round Two Summary - CarQuie's Pizza, Pie, and Paint Emporium painted Leoness' house (G7). This tile contained a powerup! Free Space: the points spent on supplies for this tile are returned back to you. They currently have 5 buildings painted.
- Terrobble Paint Jobs painted Reviews and Clues Theater (E3). They currently have 5 buildings painted.
- Amberworks painted Scrac's house (D7). They currently have 5 buildings painted.
- Err Behr painted the Brain Bleach Factory (C5). This tile is a landmark! The Brain Bleach Factory: While you were painting the factory, you inadvertently set off a chain reaction causing the factory to explode! Brain bleach coats the four adjacent buildings, turning them white. They currently have 4 buildings painted.
- Two Blue-Hued Kangaroos painted Mod Squad HQ (F6). This square is a landmark! Mod Squad HQ: You've located the secret hideout of the forum mods. To ensure you will not share their whereabouts, they have bribed you with a Permanent Lock on your paint. This tile cannot be painted a different color for the remainder of the game. They currently have 5 buildings painted.
- Oh, the Hue-manity! Inc. painted Nut's house (D9). They currently have 5 buildings painted.
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Post by Kozma on Jul 2, 2013 8:09:51 GMT -5
"HEY, CARRIE, YOU AND GELQUIE OUGHTA SELL CAR KEYS INSTEAD OF PAINT JOBS WITH A NAME LIKE THAT. HOPEFULLY YOU'D DO A BETTER JOB THAN WHAT YOU'RE DOING WITH THOSE AWFUL, GARISHLY PINK HOUSES, ANYWAY!" Kozma's ears perked up as he heard Terra shout to the owners of CarQuie's Pizza, Pie, and Paint Emporium. "It sounds like she's trying to insult them," he thought to himself. "HEY, ICON, ARE YOU GONNA BE USING YOUR WACKY RUBE GOLDBERG CONTRAPTIONS TO BE PAINTING THESE HOUSES?" she called after him. "IT MAY LOOK COOL BUT IT'S INCREDIBLY INEFFICIENT!" Kozma thought that might have been an insult but he couldn't be sure. "AND KOZMA -" Kozma froze with fear. Terra had just insulted two competitors (possibly) and now she had directed her attention onto him. As Terra stared at him, Kozma braced for whatever mean-spirited phrase she would throw his way. "NEVER MIND, KOZMA," she shouted. "CAN'T SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT YOU." Kozma breathed a sigh of relief. 'Can't say anything bad about you,' that's certainly not bad to hear, though he wasn't sure if he should be flattered or not. Kozma thought of going over to talk to Terra but given how she had just mocked the competition, he thought that maybe he should try and find someone else to converse with. "Maybe Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) or Jayeee or Ginz ❤ will be more friendly," he said to himself. Kozma suddenly realized that he still had a lot of work to do. With Draco still gone, he would have to do whatever it took to keep up in this competition. He finished gathering his supplies and went on to paint the next building.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 2, 2013 9:07:38 GMT -5
Wow, orange and red really do clash, don't they? Tiger thought as she scrubbed at the paint on her furry arms. Fur and pain also clashed, though in an entirely different way. Oh well - it wasn't like the fur was going anywhere. Making a mental note to buy a smock with sleeves, Tiger turned away from the wash basin and shook off her hands. "Good thing tigers like water," she remarked to no-one in particular.
She scooped up a sketchbook now smattered with faint red fingerprints (and a little aliteration), Tiger headed around to the front of the shop to talk with her teammates. "Team avatars - check. Team logo - I'll get that up tonight. So. Almost check. Songs - double check," she muttered, flipping through the book as she went. A loud shouting from someone that made her think of a certain Blaze Wolfstorm distracted Tiger from her neurotic list-checking - the other painters were out.
That gave her an idea. Tiger jogged the remaining distance to Azzie and Flufflepuff (she felt bad about dragging the pony away from Netwaffle, but the distraction would probably do her good). Skidding to a halt - paws were good for that - Tiger exclaimed - "Guys - paintball guns. We need paintball guns!"
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Jul 2, 2013 10:57:00 GMT -5
Fluffle recoiled at seeing the tiger covered in red spots-- Oh no not again!--oh, wait, the paint was red. Duh. "Guys - paintball guns. We need paintball guns!" A desire she had not felt in a long time began to slowly creep over her essence. She had to. She needed it. Fluffle grinned devilishly. She liked the way this Tiger thought. Of course, they'd have to get a paintball gun designed for ponies as well as two for huma--....Fluffle reached into her fluff and pulled out two paintball guns, fully loaded and coated in blue fur. She tossed them to Tiger and Azzie, whinnying in anticipation. This painting game was just about to get CRAZIER! Fluffle squeezed her eyes shut. She HAD to do this! Grabbing the paintball gun from Azzie, Fluffle fired it, aiming for the next house over.... Of course, since the gun wasn't designed for ponies, the shot had exploded onto Kozma instead! Fluffle bit her trembling lip, trying not to laugh... Things were about to get real.
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Jul 2, 2013 14:03:26 GMT -5
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Post by icon on Jul 2, 2013 19:57:31 GMT -5
Another day, another dripmat, Icon thought as he puttered down the street. He hoped Scrac wouldn't be too displeased with the paint job ("It's practically gold and brass! That just screams pirates and robots!"). Well, progress was progress, and besides, it was being done in the name of science. What was wrong with that?
"HEY, ICON, ARE YOU GONNA BE USING YOUR WACKY RUBE GOLDBERG CONTRAPTIONS TO BE PAINTING THESE HOUSES? IT MAY LOOK COOL BUT IT'S INCREDIBLY INEFFICIENT!" A voice knocked him out of his monologue.
That was Terra, wasn't it? He normally wouldn't humor such a horribly-constructed backhanded compliment, but with Scrac's house finished he was off the clock. I could do for a lunch break right now. Besides, I might as well scout around and see how the other teams are doing, he thought as he kicked the scooter into action.
There went GLQ and Carrie, traveling across town to grab a few more houses, or possibly to escape the ire of an irritated customer. Kozma, too, was doing rather well, he; Icon would have assumed that the kangaroo wasn't too well-off without his business partner, but his dedication to his work was certainly impressive. The Err Behrs was chugging along, but that Brain bleach explosion was certainly not working in their favor. And there was the Terrobble trust...
"Hey there, Captain Capslock," he commented as he slowed his scooter, "far be it from me to direct you in the world of trenchcoats and rooftop chase scenes, but if you're going to practice your Batman impersonation it might help to have a slightly better sense of volume control."
He popped open a can of Dunburrow Dry and took a sip. "Nice work painting, though. Black is in style this season." He looked around at the town, its whimsical color palette spreading. "Of course, it looks like everything is in style this season, if the town is any judge."
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Post by Terra on Jul 2, 2013 21:22:05 GMT -5
"Hey there, Captain Capslock," he commented as he slowed his scooter, "far be it from me to direct you in the world of trenchcoats and rooftop chase scenes, but if you're going to practice your Batman impersonation it might help to have a slightly better sense of volume control."
"Captain Capslock," she said. "Nice one. I once knew someone who would've merited that nickname superlatively. She was a weird girl - literally lived with wolves. And if I may say so, a Batman impersonation is an excellent idea. Or should I say -"
She pulled her black coat over her head and spoke with a throaty rasp. "That's an excellent idea."
She grinned under her makeshift hood.
He popped open a can of Dunburrow Dry and took a sip. "Nice work painting, though. Black is in style this season." He looked around at the town, its whimsical color palette spreading. "Of course, it looks like everything is in style this season, if the town is any judge."
Terra's mouth watered at the sight of the drink. She was thirsty after this long day of painting.
"Thanks," she said, tossing her hair. "I daresay black is always in style."
She glanced around at the colorful buildings. "However, if I may say so, I'm not sure that Tabloid Town is the best judge of style."
She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. "I mean, look at that shade of pink! It's worse than that one emo corner in the shady part of town! Ridiculous."
She shook her head in disbelief.
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Post by Dan on Jul 3, 2013 0:44:54 GMT -5
Round Three Summary - Terrobble Paint Jobs painted Splatterboard Park (D3). This tile is a landmark! Splatterboard Park: You arrive at Splatterboard Park ready to paint, but are unsure what exactly is the building needing repainting. By the end of the day, benches, trash cans, pathways, trees, and every square inch of grass have been covered. Your enthusiastic painting have sent paint splatters across town, hitting two random buildings in the town, turning them your color. The buildings hit by paint were Draco's house (F7) and Bacon's house (J5). They currently have 8 buildings painted.
- Amberworks painted Alyssa's house (D8). This tile contained a powerup! Two for One: colors an additional adjacent building. The additional building you painted was E8. This tile is a landmark! At Pen's Point Library: Despite working very carefully to avoid getting any paint on the books, one careless misstep and you've incurred the wrath of the librarians. Lose a turn to clean up the mess. They currently have 7 buildings painted.
- Err Behr painted Chao's house (D4), painting over Carquie's Pizza, Pie and Paint Emporium's hard work. They currently have 5 buildings painted.
- Two Blue-Hued Kangaroos painted Coaster's House (G6). They currently have 6 buildings painted.
- Oh, the Hue-manity! Inc. painted The Welcome Mat (H8). This tile is a landmark! The Welcome Mat: While painting this building, you notice a few neighbors watching you. Impressed with your work ethic, they ask you to paint their homes too. You're making friends! Two adjacent buildings are painted your color as well. These buildings are Carrie's house (H7) and Celestial's house (G8). They currently have 8 buildings painted.
- CarQuie's Pizza, Pie, and Paint Emporium painted Times Lobby Newsstand (H3). This tile is a landmark! Times Lobby Newsstand: While painting the newsstand, you ask the owner for any inside information they may have picked up. Leaning in close, she tells you of a hidden powerup she stumbled upon the other day! They currently have 5 buildings painted.
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Post by Kozma on Jul 3, 2013 6:09:30 GMT -5
Kozma yelped in pain as the paintball hit his side then yelped in surprise when he saw the red paint mark in his fur. Looking over down the street he saw Flufflepuff and it looked like she was trying not to laugh.
"By all things cute and fluffy!" said a suddenly enraged kangaroo. "It's one thing to insult the competition but it's completely inexcusable to shoot them with paintball guns!" It was an accident, of course, but Kozma didn't know it; for all he knew Flufflepuff was just being a bad sport. It was even worse given that he was working solo.
"How DARE she pick on ME," cried Kozma, suddenly hurt. "I'm ALL ALONE and the competition is shooting at me!"
As the day progressed, Kozma's sorrow slowly started to turn back into anger. There was no way he was going to let Fluffle get away with such an action. His first thoughts were to go to the police (i.e. mods) and report her for assault but he decided that if he did so, the other competitors would hate him for getting her arrested and quite possibly eliminating her from the competition. There had to be some other way to punish her for what she did.
Kozma kept on thinking and in those thoughts loomed a dark idea,
REVENGE!
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Post by Dan on Jul 3, 2013 12:19:13 GMT -5
After a lapse in my memory yesterday, the daily trivia questions return!
First, the answers to the last pair:
1. Who was The Mole? (2 points) Lau 2. In what board can you find the thread "Memorable Stardust," and who created it? (1 point) Scrapbook Shelf, Nova
And now, today's questions:
3. What is the name of the petpet standing in for the badger in Neowarts? (3 points) 4. What does SMAF stand for? (2 points)
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Post by Dan on Jul 3, 2013 14:45:26 GMT -5
Quick update: I have hidden three more paint caches around the forum. Also, I've edited in the current number of available caches into the gameplay post on page 2, as well as an updated list of the trivia. Hopefully they'll be easier to find that way (though that post is getting ungodly long and full of info. XD) EDIT: And now Oh, the Hue-manity! Inc. has entered the fray of detailing their rise to paint supremacy: “So we're adults now, huh? That is totally un-pink.”
Ginz sat down on a park bench with a sigh. She was followed by Alyssa and Jay, all three of whom were looking glum and deflated. In truth, they had been adults for quite some time, but there's nothing like a coming-of-age plot device to move things along now, is there?
“So what do we do with ourselves then?” Jay asked. He emptied his pockets of any lollipops and candy that he had in there. A pocket of an adult was no place for those kinds of childish objects. As soon as they hit the ground, a crowd of young children swarmed over. They were like pigeons, only with tiny teeth and grabbing hands.
Alyssa eyed the candy. It was all she could manage not to run over and join the children. A few years ago, she could have pushed them out of the way and claimed it all for herself, but now that she was an adult, that was no longer acceptable.
“Guys, let's do something fun! Something very fun and very pink.”
Jay shook his head. “We can't do fun things anymore. We're adults, remember? We have to get a job and be like everybody else. Just yesterday, I had to throw away my stuffed toy collection. I almost had a break down over it!”
Ginz shook her head. “This is not pink at all. My parents had to drag me from my room and lock me in a cupboard while they painted over my pink wall with white. Apparently it was too childish for such a grown-up. I miss the pink.” She wiped a tear from her eye.
Alyssa stood up defiantly. “Let's do that thing, instead,” she announced.
Ginz and Jay followed suit, standing up and stamping their feet on the ground. “Yes, let's reclaim that pink and rebel,” Ginz shouted, scaring away the candy-grabbing children.
Alyssa looked puzzled. By 'thing', she actually meant 'get a job like everybody else', but this was good too.
“We can start a business together. It'll be perfect, and it'll be a childish business that will redefine the world. Everybody will love it.” Jay grinned. Their plan was forming and soon they would rule the entire Earth. It was only a matter of time.
“But what will our business be? It has to be something pink, of course.”
They thought about this for some time. Ginz wanted to start a business cross-breeding animals with rainbows to make the whole world bright and colourful, but after confirming that rainbows were much too hard to catch, they continued to think things over.
Jay wanted to create a totalitarian regime and rule over the world by force, but they soon decided that they needed to work their way up to that. Their reign would come in time, so that idea definitely wouldn't work just yet.
Finally Alyssa said, “How about we do that thing, with the stuff?”
If light bulbs could appear above their heads like they did in the cartoons both Jay and Ginz loved so much, then appear that would have. Unfortunately, this didn't happen. “Painting, with the brushes? That is perfect,” Jay declared, giving Alyssa a pat on the head.
“Such a pink idea,” Ginz nodded in agreement.
Alyssa looked at the ground. By 'thing', she had meant 'play' and 'stuff' was actually 'kittens'. But she was okay with this too.
“Then it's settled. We'll get into the paint business. Everybody will see our paint and then we can rule the world!” Jay punched the air.
“And when we rule the world, everything will be pink. If it isn't, I'LL MAKE IT PINK.” Ginz kicked the air.
“And maybe we can do that thing, with the stuff?” Alyssa asked timidly.
Jay and Ginz took a step back. “Wow, Alyssa, isn't that going a little bit too far?”
Alyssa stared blankly. She didn't realise that knitting, with the thread was such a radical idea.
Ginz giggled. “Then it's settled. We'll meet back here tomorrow, ready to start our business. It'll be easy. Everybody, get some rest and prepare yourselves.”
“It's the world who should prepare itself,” Jay announced. “WE'RE COMING FOR YOU!”
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Post by icon on Jul 3, 2013 15:22:54 GMT -5
"That's an excellent idea," Terra proclaimed in a particularly cheesy Batman impression.
Icon grinned. "And thus the Dork Knight rises," he commented with good-natured raillery.
He noticed her looking at his soda- "Oh, sorry, d'you want a can?" He asked, bending over the scooter to reach for one. "I'm personally not a huge fan of Dunburrow Dry, too strong for my taste, but the local vending machine only stocks that and Cherry Coke, so..." He shrugged, then tossed the can Terrawards.
"If I may say so, I'm not sure that Tabloid Town is the best judge of style." Yeah, that was a reasonable point she made as well; this town kept getting madder by the minute, and all this paint around didn't really help.
And then Terra leaned over and dropped a gossipbomb about the CarrQuie Emporium. The color of paint was pretty tacky, admittedly, but then again so were a good ninety percent of the things in this town- and many were a good deal worse. "Yeah, I guess so," he replied. "I mean, if you're going to say that you might as well say-"
His thought (which was probably, to be honest, just a terrible pun about colors in heavy disguise) was interrupted by more loud beeps and clicks from his scooter. "Ah, shoot, let me take care of this," he said to Terra apologetically as he picked up his headset. "Hey Lizica, yeah. Yeah, I'm on lunch now." A pause. "A swarm at the Library‽ Of course they would target that, how did we mess up there? Oof, the Librarian's going to kill me, I'll head out right away." He shouldered the headset.
"Sorry about that, Terra, gotta head out. See you around!" he called back, already on the scooter and halfway down the street. A painter's work is never done, he thought. Even one trying to stop the town from being overrun by monster mosquitoes.
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