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Devil's Nest, Monday Evening

Nothing said "terror of the night" like being a plastic potato in a derby hat, and Eric was going to be super pissed about this some other time, but for now he was behind the bar, his angry eyes tucked up his back for emergencies, drinking a V-8, the choice of vegetarian vampires everywhere.

The DJ was playing extremely upbeat music (of course) and Tiny...well, no one asked about Tiny these days.

[OOC: Blatantly stealing Natalie's idea. Team Baddies4Lyfe can meet up here! Shanie is to blame for the amazing V-8 joke.]

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He's going to be so very helpful. In a definitely spying on you way.

"Hello!" Sabine said, mouthlessly and cheerfully. "It's a beautiful night , don't you think?"

"It's especially beautiful without Skywalker lurking around," Eric said. "What will you drink?"

Or pretend to drink since toy?

"Something fun and colorful!" That part was at least accurate. "I just keep thinking... am I really doing all I can to make sure everyone's having fun? Are there more people I could be turning in?"

Eric poured her out nothing from a series of very colorful bottles since apparently Melissa & Doug didn't make a bar set, go figure.

"Well, if you hang out here long enough, you can nab people for having too much fun," Eric said. "It's a fine line to walk, you know."

Sabine gasped. "Too much fun??"

Did she have to turn him in?

"Being disorderly seeps the fun from others," Eric said, nodding sagely. "Especially when they come out of Caritas."

"I don't think I like the kind of fun they have over there."

She'd been there like twice, ever.

"It's not our kind of fun," Eric said meaningfully. "If you know what I mean."

Since he wasn't subtle, she probably did.

You know what was really unsettling to watch? A marionette sneaking. There was just something about the way the body bent with the strings...

Ahem. Anyway, Karla eeled over to the bar and then popped up on an explosion of loose limbs and tight wires.

"Kiss kiss," she cooed.

[All the SP, but I can't not with this girl]

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"Kiss kiss, Karla!" Yeul said, doing a little hop to turn Karla's way since, while her friend had an abundance of loose limbs, Yeul had none to speak of, fused together as they were, her little hands forming a perpetual heart. "You're in a good mood."

As she should be, of course, but it still bore saying.

"It's always a good day when you can send a traitor to the Junkyard," Karla said, smile a bright red leer. "I can't wait to uncover more."

Somehow, even with as diligent as they were, there were always more.

"It was a lovely culmination of your work," Yeul said mildly, but approvingly. Yeul was always mild and rarely moved to do things like seek out traitors herself. It was easier to just be, calm and smiling, and if something was said, to pass it along.

She never did anything herself, though.

"More traitors?" Yeul echoed. "... Well, I suppose if you say they exist that they must."

And that was why Kathy loved her. Sometimes you needed someone quiet and easily overlooked to just...sit. And listen.

And then, at the right time, speak.

"There was a whole crowd at Caritas today," Karla said, frowning. "I didn't trust them at all. Darling..." She gave Yeul a bright smile. "Can I convince you to spend some time there this week? Find out who is saying what?"

Man, though, Kathy was going to be so confused by her total affection for a stranger when this week was over... ~~I couldn't resist!~~

"You know," Yeul said thoughtfully, "that does sound like a rather delightful way to spend some time."

It was not as lovely a time as sitting in a garden, where Yeul did tend to be found more often than not, as she enjoyed flowers, but...

Karla was asking her, and few people asked real things of her, and even fewer of those did she love.

"Perhaps I could meet some new people," she said.

It was Kathy's own fault for having a name that started with K-A, dammit.

"You could!" Karla said, reaching out to pet Yeul's plastic hair. "And then we can talk about who you met and what they said out amongst flowers somewhere. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

To be surrounded by beauty while planning to arrest more people for not being sufficiently happy!

"Karla," Eric said, giving her a big, toothy grin.

Because he had big...tooths. "Excellent work this morning."

"Why thank you," she preened. "Skywalker has been a pain in our tails for too long. Now he's seen justice and I can be proud of a job well done."

The Toymaker had seemed particularly pleased.

"The drink is on me," Eric told her, "and not just because you can't really have one."

Look, he had his own version of fun and Karla normally understood it.

"I'm plenty old enough!" Karla said with a toothy grin of her own. "You're not the boss of me, Bunnicula."

"Bunnicula?" Eric gasped, faux-offended. "I'm not having any fun when you call me that, Karla. Tsk, tsk."

He slid a terrifyingly pink and purple drink across the bar. "Mostly vodka," he assured her.

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"Contraband?" Karla asked. "How scandalous."

Bit it was different for them. Because they were loyal here.

Eric smiled. Eric always smiled. "It's fun to ride the line."

"And it's not like we don't have something special to celebrate," Karla added, taking a sip. "So, you competitor down the way sure does have a lot of custom today. Interesting, no?"

Was he spying on her? Was she spying on him? It was hard to tell, wasn't it, but so long as they both knew that, nothing could really go wrong, right?

Yeul was both too old and too young to be in this bar, usually, but the little wooden doll, with legs fused together and hands forming a heart just under her mouth, did not seem to care about that as she hopped her way into the bar carefully.

"Good evening," Yeul said, with her usual mild cheerfulness.

Yeul was always mild and always cheerful.

"It's always a good evening in Fandom," Eric recited. "What can I get you?"

"Oh...," Yeul didn't dither so much as drifted a bit, at that question, "I am sure whatever you suggest would be the best thing I could have!"

"How do you feel about rainbows?" Eric asked. "Fun, right?"

He slid a drink over to her.

"Why, that's ~~horrifying!~~ lovely!" Yeul said, as she admired the drink she couldn't actually partake of. "And such a charming bird."

"It's a dolphin," Eric said. "The happiest of all the animals!"

Because baddies need safe spaces too.

I REGRET NOTHING.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG

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