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fandomtownies2020-07-14 03:39 pm
Around town- Tuesday night
It was a beautiful, clear night here in Fandom, which meant if you looked up into the sky at the right moment, you might spot a shooting star. Followed by another. Followed by another.
That's right, Fandom was lucky enough to get to witness a meteor shower tonight, where you never know what might happen if you wished upon a star. Or like ten in a row.
There was also a pink owl here for the day, wandering around the island, ready to tell you all about it if you'd like. She was very kn-owl-edgeable.
[Open for your own threads/reaction, or if you just want Celeste. Do I regret that pun? NO.]
That's right, Fandom was lucky enough to get to witness a meteor shower tonight, where you never know what might happen if you wished upon a star. Or like ten in a row.
There was also a pink owl here for the day, wandering around the island, ready to tell you all about it if you'd like. She was very kn-owl-edgeable.
[Open for your own threads/reaction, or if you just want Celeste. Do I regret that pun? NO.]

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"I wish I could meet and confess my love to Stone Cold Steve Austin."
She sighed contently... and then guzzled the rest of her frappucino before throwing the cup on the ground next to a trash can and walked away.
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He wasn't exactly surprised by the pink owl, after the otter in the ocean this morning (he still wasn't sure what he was meant to do with a mermaid dress) and the other animals that had been appearing all over. He was just interested and wondering if he should say hello or offer a random item.
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"Good evening. Have you been admiring the sky? So many shooting stars tonight!"
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It obviously rained for sixteen days straight before.
"Did you know that shooting stars often occur one right after another?"
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Look, he didn't know if she lived here all the time. It wasn't like he was an expert on current Fandom residents. Maybe the owl lived here and saw this nightly and he'd just never paid enough attention. Or the shooting stars were always off to the wrong side of where he was facing.
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