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Caritas, Monday Evening

Jarod was cleaning Caritas and gathering all the stone troll parts in one location, wondering vaguely about garbage collection and something he'd heard of called "large trash days."

This certainly seemed to qualify.

Even though it was about forty degrees outside, he propped the door open, needing the fresh, cold air circulating after this weekend.

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The zombies were very sorry they'd missed the trolls and were playing songs of woe to compensate.

Jarod and Tino are both here.

Miho walked in and stalked up to the bar to glare at Jarod.

"I left a note!" He said defensively.

Miho rolled her eyes. The note hadn't said 'Off to be kidnapped by trolls,' now had it?

Jarod switched to Japanese, figuring he was going to lose, but not wanting to annoy Miho more than necessary. "//I didn't know about the// trolls. //I thought I was just walking a lost girl home.//"

Miho arched one eyebrow doubtfully.

"//If I'd known I was going to be kidnapped, I would have left it in the note.//" It didn't occur to him that if he'd known ahead of time about the kidnapping that he could have taken steps to avoid it.

Hey, it was his first lecture. He was still learning.

"//And why weren't you armed? I thought we'd taught you better than that.//" Of course, she also thought Becky had been taught better than that. She was being proven wrong a lot.

"//I...//" He winced. This wasn't going to go over well. "//...forgot.//"

"..."

Jarod sighed and hung his head slightly.

"//Get down here so I can smack you,//" Miho said.

Jarod paused and checked to make sure she wasn't visibly armed, then came around the bar and did as instructed.

Of course she was armed. Just not visibly. But she didn't use weapons on him, just smacked him across the back of his head and said, "//And have we learned our lesson?//"

"//I have.//" He straightened and looked up at her hopefully. "//Would you like something to drink?//"

Miho nodded, and pointed to the rum.

Jarod handed her a clean glass and the bottle.

"My good man, give me your finest gin."

"Coming right up," Jarod said, setting the glass and the bottle on the bar in front of Hawkeye. "You survive the weekend intact?"

"Yes," he said, picking up the bottle. He put it back down quickly. "No. My brain says yes, my liver says no. But since when have I ever listened to my liver?" He picked the bottle up again and poured himself a drink. "Is the house still in one piece?"

"As near as I can tell," Jarod said, "Although when I got back yesterday, all I wanted to do was eat, shower, and sleep, possibly not in that order."

"You're ahead of me. I've done none of those in any order."

"You haven't eaten or slept?" Jarod pulled out a cocktail napkin and set some orange slices on it, then grabbed a bowl of bar nuts. "All I got, sorry."

Hawkeye picked at the nuts and tossed a few into his mouth. "If I eat too much, it'll soak up all the alcohol and you know how I get about wasting good alcohol. Or you probably don't, but you do now." He sipped his drink. "So the house is fine, the school is fine, our new housemate's business wasn't fine, but are the housemates? Wait, no. Don't tell me. I don't want to know." He gulped down the rest of his drink. "Now you can tell me."

"Mary was kidnapped with me, but she seemed okay," Jarod said, "but I haven't seen anyone else. Have you spoken with Aiden? What happened to her business?" He asked, remembering that everyone else he lived with taught at the school.

"I stopped by to give our trolly friends the slip. The place looked like it needed some renovations."

He'd have to offer Aiden his help the next time he saw her. "Bad?"

He gave a nod and a wave of his hand to indicate yes, the damage was fairly bad. "Nothing that can't be fixed, but I'd hate to be the insurance company."

"Is there even an insurer that covers buildings in Fandom?" Jarod asked. "I can't imagine the deductible."

"There's probably a clause so that each time there's a claim, the insurer owns more and more of the island."

"Probably the Centre," he grumbled under his breath.

Hawkeye didn't hear him. "Then it'll get turned into one giant amusement park. The school can be a haunted house. Turn the rocky bits into a rollercoaster. Apocalypse Avenue can become a water slide."

"Amusement park?" Jarod asked. He'd never seen one.

"Yeah, you know, roller coasters, tilt-a-whirl, sideshow alley, corn dogs and cotton candy."

Jarod had his priorities. "What's a corn dog? And cotton candy?"

Hawkeye slapped his hand down on the bar. "You've never had a corn dog? Or cotton candy? That's blasphemous. That's unheard of. That's inconceivable! That's it. We need to get you a corn dog. Get this man a corn dog!"

"I had a deprived childhood," Jarod said with a shrug.

"We'll have to fix that," Hawkeye replied, waving a finger at him. "It's never too late to start."

"That's my theory," Jarod grinned back, then offered a plastic dispenser with Dark Helmet's head on it to Hawkeye, "Pez?"

"I've seen this stuff. It's that candy thing." He took some and popped them into his mouth. "That is most certainly a good start."

"The dispensers have different characters on them," Jarod explained, taking a piece of candy for himself.

"They should have a Sheriff Tex one. They could even make it talk and it could insult you while you take the candy."

Jarod laughed. "You could always make one."

"An excellent idea." He stood up and waved to Jarod. "I'm going to do just that."

"Good luck in your endeavors."

In case you just want to relax without bartender or zombie intervention.

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The Lounge

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