"Get all our stuff back... get all our stuff back... yes... that's what we have to do..."

Edited by Zanreo on Feb 25th 2021 at 11:02:12 AM

"I can call up Bowie, see if she can speed up the investigation over there. Make that shit top priority. Uh, next to all the other requests I put on "top priority.""

"Thank you!"

Junon enjoys her meal, while Medusa and Marcia don't need to for the usual reasons.

"Are you forgetting, MURDERER? This is top-top priority. I lost pages 400~750 of my short video on the newest game out."

"Actually, I think the thief is as good as dead, considering they managed to steal m8. Probably mistook her for a bunch of oranges. As people do."

Edited by madface7 on Feb 25th 2021 at 7:53:37 AM

Revenge and Sir Fluff both finally wake up- somehow, Revenge ended up sleeping on Fluff, who has turned Astral to compensate.

Revenge is promptly tossed into a wall, simply remarking:

Revenge: "They stole my damn bed."

before falling off the wall and comically splatting on the ground.

Revenge: "Anyone ever tell you that you're comfy to sleep on?"

Fluff groans and turns back to normal before walking out of the room, now a normally sized adult cat.

Edited by DefRevenge24601 on Feb 25th 2021 at 6:14:31 AM

"Awww, kitty! C'mere, precious baby."
(Chey gestures at Mr. Fluff to come to her. Delilah giggles upon seeing the cat.)

Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Feb 25th 2021 at 8:35:00 AM

"Well then they better bring my LaserDisc collection back! That shit took forever!"

I stumble like a zombie out of my room, still only half-sure what's going on. I look around at the other Tropers.

"Don't...,uh, don't worry guys," I try to reassure them. "I'm sure our stuff will...ssnnzzzz...turn up somewhere. We'll find it eventually!"

5 DAYS LATER

I am sitting, dejectedly, on the trash-filled spot on the floor where the apartment couch used to be. I look even more sleep deprived, my eyes bloodshot and shrouded by deep, dark shadows. I'm aimlessly clicking at a nonexistant TV remote, staring at the empty space on the wall where the TV used to be. My stomach grumbles. I haven't eaten in four days.

Guys... poverty's not as fun as I remember. Junior chimes in, entertaining herself by blocking the path of a cricket on the ground.

(Ford was feeding Delilah as Chey comes out of her TARDIS with a box full of bundled flyers.)
"Alright, I got more flyers. Has anyone bothered calling the number on the full-page ad I took out in the newspaper?"
"No."
"Smeg!"

"Wh-what do you mean?" I ask Junior. "We're not poor! We're as rich as we've ever been! All our stuff is here!" I start to cackle insanely.

"If I keep saying it, it'll be less fake," I whisper desperately to myself. "If I keep saying it, it'll be less fake. If I keep saying it...."

“C’mon! Admit it! I’ve had to live off of Taco Bell, Noodles, and Mc Donalds for a week! I mean, at least tell the police about this!”

You've been going to Noodles?! Jeez... Mr. Moneybags over here... Junior says, stomach growling.

"Yeah uhhhh. Some of us, like, uhhhhhhh, can't afford ramen!"

"You all are pathetic. Guess what?! I have moved beyond the need for ramen." Knife punches the wall, pulls out some drywall, and chews on it. "This? This is the only sustenance I need."

"...It's been 4 or something days, we're not starving guys. We still have groceries.. granted I've been wearing the same damn clothes in that time but-"

Avie rambles on

"Oh who am I kidding we might need a grant from my mother.. I really don't want to ask her though.."

Edited by Aveyond on Feb 28th 2021 at 3:14:49 AM

"Pffft! Why not pull ourselves up by the bootstraps?"

"At least it's crap that can be replaced on y'all's end..."
(Chey's phone rings. She frantically answers it.)
"Hello? Are you calling about the whereabouts of our stuff? Have you found anything?"
"Yeah! Your mom in my bed!"
(The person on the other line cackles as Chey hangs up.)
"Gooooood, I knew I should've made backups of those albums. Now how am I supposed to tell Delilah about how she got here when she's older?! And I was gonna pass my wedding dress down to her for when she got married..."
(Chey groans.)

Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Feb 25th 2021 at 10:15:35 AM

"Okay, no!" Knife says in response to Avie mentioning a grant from her mother. "We are not asking any of our parents for money, alright? At all. We're gonna get out of this by ourselves. Okay?"

"Hang on, I got a idea. Why don't we take up some odd jobs here and there?"

"Ooh. What did you have in mind?"

"G-give, um, us the deets, please."

What if we take out one of the ads in the Tropesberg Gazette? Junior suggests, having now moved on to fully trapping the cricket in her hands, and watching it crawl out.

"What if we gamble our money away?"

"I think we have a copy somewhere here..." Knife runs into a room, and comes back with a half eaten newspaper. "Okay, there should be some ads here!"