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fandomtownies2009-10-08 10:54 pm
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Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday
Aphrodite opened the door to the shop with just a moment of trepidation. She peeked in, relieved to see everything still standing, and turned the sign on the door to open.
As she went further into the place she noticed a leather mask lying on the desk. "Iiii'm not even going to ask." Picking it up carefully to put it back on display, she stopped for a moment. There was something missing. Or, someone. Someone orange and furry.
"Hercules, if you got into anything, I'm going to feed you to the fish." She wouldn't but, what else could you threaten a cat with?
But there was no Hercules. Not in the counseling room, not under the display counter, not on any shelves, not under the lingerie racks. Even though the door was closed, she checked behind and around all the boxes in the supply room, making sure to even look under the sofa. No ball of orange fluff appeared, and a very worried 'Dite headed to the phone to call Jack and see if he knew anything.
As she was dialing, she happened to glance toward the window, where the blinds were still down. What she saw made her stare in amazement and slowly put down the phone. "Hercules?"
The kitten was poised in perfect position to jump down from the window sill, yet he was utterly still. Not even his tail twitched. Around his small body were tucked a number of blown up condoms, with one actually tied to his tail.
"What in the . . ." Muted laughter came from an overhead vent, and Aphrodite looked up to see two small green creatures watching from behind the grill. When they realized she'd spotted them, they thumbed their noses at her and disappeared, their laughter still echoing weirdly from inside the walls of the shop.
After a quick inspection she found what she expected. On Herc's tail was a small but distinct bite mark. Folding her arms, Aphrodite looked back at the vent, her face a mask of fury. "You bunch a' flea bitten toy story rejects! I catch you in here I'll make you sorry you were ever born!"
'Dite's Decadent Delights is open. Fear the love bolts! Fear!
(ooc: Forecast, as always, OCD free with 'missing Skylie' flurries and a medium chance of SP. Come pet Herc after he comes down from the Gremlin bite.)
As she went further into the place she noticed a leather mask lying on the desk. "Iiii'm not even going to ask." Picking it up carefully to put it back on display, she stopped for a moment. There was something missing. Or, someone. Someone orange and furry.
"Hercules, if you got into anything, I'm going to feed you to the fish." She wouldn't but, what else could you threaten a cat with?
But there was no Hercules. Not in the counseling room, not under the display counter, not on any shelves, not under the lingerie racks. Even though the door was closed, she checked behind and around all the boxes in the supply room, making sure to even look under the sofa. No ball of orange fluff appeared, and a very worried 'Dite headed to the phone to call Jack and see if he knew anything.
As she was dialing, she happened to glance toward the window, where the blinds were still down. What she saw made her stare in amazement and slowly put down the phone. "Hercules?"
The kitten was poised in perfect position to jump down from the window sill, yet he was utterly still. Not even his tail twitched. Around his small body were tucked a number of blown up condoms, with one actually tied to his tail.
"What in the . . ." Muted laughter came from an overhead vent, and Aphrodite looked up to see two small green creatures watching from behind the grill. When they realized she'd spotted them, they thumbed their noses at her and disappeared, their laughter still echoing weirdly from inside the walls of the shop.
After a quick inspection she found what she expected. On Herc's tail was a small but distinct bite mark. Folding her arms, Aphrodite looked back at the vent, her face a mask of fury. "You bunch a' flea bitten toy story rejects! I catch you in here I'll make you sorry you were ever born!"
'Dite's Decadent Delights is open. Fear the love bolts! Fear!
(ooc: Forecast, as always, OCD free with 'missing Skylie' flurries and a medium chance of SP. Come pet Herc after he comes down from the Gremlin bite.)