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The questions eventually die down. Everyone has what they need. Zed can still see the Door.
It's Time.
Zed leads the group across the Bar and puts a hand on the Door as he turns to look at them. When he gets their collective nod, he drops his hand down to the door knob and waits as they take defensive positions.
It's Time.
Zed leads the group across the Bar and puts a hand on the Door as he turns to look at them. When he gets their collective nod, he drops his hand down to the door knob and waits as they take defensive positions.
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Goldy tilts her head in an insulting manner.
"And how would you know? I don't recall ever seeing you around the brothel taking notes. Or at all, actually. It's... almost as if you're scared of the place."
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"You're so uncultured, you wouldn't know high-class if it sat on your face."
After a quick scooping maneuver, Goldy's comeback gains a clod of flying blue goo, aimed at the Robin's exposed face. The fact that the goo's nature hasn't been determined is neither here nor there.
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And is promptly scooped off by a gloved hand and tossed back at Goldy's face. What else would she do?
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"Urgh!"
The disgruntled Fable lifts a hand to wipe it away and reveal the highly unimpressed look beneath. But before she reaches the offending slime, it takes on an oozey life of its own. It slides rapidly over her chin, down her neck and wriggles under the collar of her top.
Goldy blinks at the slime's startling speed, and casts a slightful fearful look down at her chest.
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"Er ... did I just make that happen?"
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"...Ooh."
She doesn't look to be in discomfort, per se.
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"...Goldy?"
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The Fable's eyelids droop slightly, and she removes her hand from beneath her top. At about that time, the material billows just slightly at her stomach, then stills.
Seconds later, Goldy's eyes pop wide open, and she makes a very uncharacteristic squeaky sound. Almost an 'eep' but not quite.
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Then he sees an empty space above a certain circular metal plate, right next to Goldy and Steph. Zed turns to them and glares.
"All right. Where is it?"
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"Where's what, Zed?"
It's not a look that she manages to pull off with any real success. She actually looks like she's just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
The involuntary shudder of pleasure doesn't help matters. In terms of the childhood analogy, it serves as a track of muddy footprints leading across the newly mopped kitchen floor and terminating at the crime scene.
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"Having a good time?"
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"Not intentionally."
She casts a helpless glance toward Steph. But the Robin is purposefully looking away, pretending to be distracted by some shiny thing in a nearby cabinet.
Great friend she is.
"Steph threw the blue stuff at me," the Fable moans, going for a blame shifting retaliation. And, to be fair, it's not a lie.
She trembles uncontrollably again, her eyes closing this time.
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"Leave it to you two to find a goddamned sex toy from Daktar VII. The only one in the whole damn building."
"We had to move it down here when Frank the Pug wouldn’t stop humping it.”
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"How do I get it to stop?"
Another face-scrunching shudder.
"...And where can I get myself some?"
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Nuthouse. Milliways. Complete fucking nuthouse.
"Majikthise," Zed grumbles.
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"Thanks."
"I'm... er... going to get weapons now."
And she sidles off towards the rear of the chamber, giving Steph a vindictive elbow in the side as she passes.
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"Can I just say ew?"