*Sighs after being hustled from the lantern shop with the rest.*

Let me see. We had nothing, then we got canned mead and plastic rings. We...exchanged...the rings for a wooden box and a rusted lamp. The rusted lamp was probably magic, but we have no idea because we just got hustled and now have a ciger instead. Happy.

*Pauses to consider a moment.*

I...really hate to do it on principle, because it involves batting my eyes, but...I could probably hustle him back. On the roof, down the chimney, and start talking before he sees me. Not that smoke is nice to breathe. Or I could pick the lock...

*Stops to think again.*

Coherency could be useful. But what...

Try this. The Lantern jerk is also an incompetent fireman, right? That is to say, a foozle fireman. We could light the cigar...somehow...blow the smoke under the door and scream "fire." Then, when he rushes out...

*A flash of inspiration flashes across her face.*

The dolls! The dolls, the dollsthedollsthedolls! The PA, remember? It said the Grand Inquisitor is the boss of ye, or some such, and so do the dolls! Then right after, the PA announced any doing magic in the city limits, or some such, get totemized. The moron in there was so busy hustling he did not hear anyone speak besides Hex. And he seemed to think the lamp magic. So a couple of ye pretend ye're the guard, and we use the doll and...

*The glow on her face fades.*

Gettin' stupider by the minute. Anybody else?
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