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WHERE: Lake Party WHO: Julie (@callofthxvoid)
Zel gave Julie's hand a small squeeze, "Ok so who gives us a worse look, your cousin or my niece?" They had an amused grin on their face, having let the girls wander off with the ducks for now at least. "Least with Alexa, she's only snippy with people she likes," he said giving a small shrug.
WHERE: Huntsville Cemetery WHO: Julie ( @callofthxvoid )
Zel was following Julie through the cemetery, hoping no one would mind that they were also being followed by two ducks. Bending down to scoop up both considering Tele seemed to be having trouble with his fake foot today. If there was ever a time to need an emotional support duck, today felt like the day. "You think she'd mine that we have ducks with us? She wasn't like secretly a duck hater right?" It was his poor attempt to lighten the mood, a nervous habit of needing to fill the empty air.
WHO: @julieforeman & fitzy WHERE: benny’s burgers WHEN: it’s been some time since the carnival. the dust has somewhat settled. benny’s burgers has reopened.
not too long after the annual summer carnival went up in flames, benny’s burgers finally had their grand reopening. in the darkest of times, having a town staple re-open was like a “tiny beacon of light” or whatever benny’s nephew, who was now running the place, had said. fitzy was glad to be back at work, he was happy to have something to do and be around people again, but he hated having to hear all this talk about forest communes or supernatural forces or other equally scary stuff that people were whispering about.
fitzy was not a hero. he was a fry cook with a high school degree. his special skills were playing the drums, D&D and you guessed it, flipping burgers! not...fighting off whatever new thing plagued his cursed town. uh-uh. no sir. so whenever fitzy heard too much talk of all the nonsense happening in the newspapers, he removed himself. this time it was the dishwashers who wouldn’t shut up about “knowing who planted the bomb” when fitzy decided it was time to take out the trash.
he collected all of the bags from the bins that were littered around the kitchen and walked out the back door with two bags in one hand and one in the other. although he was visibly straining, he somehow managed to get across the lot to the dumpster without any of the bags breaking. with a grunt, he flung the bags over until they crashed on the other side of the metal frame. clapping his hands together, satisfied, fitzy turned one his heel and immediately jumped back, spooked by the person directly behind him. “ah,” he shrieked, but then quickly let out a sigh of relief when he realized he knew the person, “julie! julie, shit. good to see you! you scared me for a second there. damn, we haven’t seen each other in a while, huh?!” fitzy was a bit breathless from lugging the trash across the lot, but with his hands on his hips, he slowly began to collect himself. “what’re you doing here?” he asked, glancing at benny’s, “hope you’re stopping by for a bite to eat. i hear they’ve got a mean fry-cook.” and as if he didn’t already look dweeby enough, he pointed at himself with both thumbs to indicate that he was the cook...like the apron didn’t already say that much.
