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fandomtownies2015-12-13 10:32 am
myownface) wrote in fandomtownies2015-12-13 10:32 am
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Demon Marcus, Sunday
Sparkle hadn't taken two steps into Demon Marcus today before squinting. Before squinting a lot.
"What? Why the hell...?"
Apparently the mannequin display had rearranged itself overnight so that, instead of wearing cute festive clothing and sweaters of questionable ugliness, they were all decked out in weirdly padded mismatched rags and creepy homemade masks. One of them had a stick in hand. The stick... was wearing a boot. And had a wig on.
"I don't even... Which one of you is even which? No. No, you know what? I'm not even going to touch this one."
Demon Marcus, now advertising the finest in Mummering fashions.
[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]
"What? Why the hell...?"
Apparently the mannequin display had rearranged itself overnight so that, instead of wearing cute festive clothing and sweaters of questionable ugliness, they were all decked out in weirdly padded mismatched rags and creepy homemade masks. One of them had a stick in hand. The stick... was wearing a boot. And had a wig on.
"I don't even... Which one of you is even which? No. No, you know what? I'm not even going to touch this one."
Demon Marcus, now advertising the finest in Mummering fashions.
[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]