#inn bebop

[muses-inn]

They were misinformed! The tip they got to break into that storehouse for 'immeasurable goods' was absolute hogwash. Instead of finding expensive goods and liquors inside the shelves, Bebop and Rocksteady find themselves in the middle of food ingredients and baking stuff. What even are they supposed to do with any of that?

While rummaging through the things, just to make sure they're not overlooking anything, Rocksteady inhales a bag of flour and coughs violently.

🔨 — "If there's any good stuff hidden in any of these bags, I ain't havin' any of it!" He tosses the now almost empty bag over his shoulder and snorts before speaking up again with a more coarse voice. "Beebs, youse got something to flush that shit down over there?"

🎸 — "Only syrups I never heard of." Bebop frowns at the maple and lavender syrup bottles in his big hands. Is any of that even worth anything?

After a little more searching, the mutants hear the warehouse door open with a traitorous creak and exchange swift looks. They didn't pay attention to anyone coming, so what now? Just blasting their way out?

When they step out from between the shelves, they spot just a girl. And she's not wearing any security clothes or anything the like. It's all clear? The mutants look at each other again for a moment and just shrug.

🎸 — "Uhh... did that shady dude from the Viper's Bar give you a free tip, too? It's a bust, lady."

@charlotte-liddel / sc

[muses-inn]

It's been weeks since Bebop & Rocksteady's own solo-adventure where they stole that weird glowing magic stick and traveled through time and space. Little do they know about the mess they created that had to be cleaned up. All their offshoot variations had to be collected and were dumped on a small planet of some unknown timeline. The two mutants in the meantime have barely any recollection about any of that anymore and work for the Foot Clan again, waiting for new orders.

Right now, Bebop is just setting up a new car for the two of them, bending a metal rod with his bare hand for the railing behind the back seats, while punk-rock blares from a classic ghettoblaster. His pal Rocksteady sits against the far end of the garage, his helmet tilted over his eyes. He's resting peacefully despite the loud music.

But suddenly, through the loud rhythmic sounds, Bebop's sensitive ears catch foreign noises nearby. He turns the ghettoblaster off and sways his head to the garage entry, half-way expecting Karai to check on them. Only that she's not.

🎸 — "Huh, who the fuck are you?"

@hellishbcings / sc