"Yeah. I work in the office mornings and they let me have this place. Anyways, what's with the cat? That's been bugging me for the past hour or so."

"Her name's Eleanor," says Puma. "She used to just be a normal sphynx cat named Smooth Boi, but then she became all magical and sentient, and she wanted to change her name."

"And I can speak," Eleanor adds.

"She's a very good cat, isn't she?" says Bluethorn, petting Eleanor.

Meanwhile, outside in the parking lot...

Wm, still in his "William the player thought it would be funny if the head injury made him a cuckoolander" mode, has gotten out of the fire truck and is now dancing (poorly) and singing (poorerly) to the classic "Singin' in the Rain", which is totally a good idea given what happened earlier.

Knife looks at the cat, and then stares out the window to see Wm dizzily dancing in the rain by the fire truck. "What the... holy shit. I need a smoke." She pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. "Hey, don't tell anyone about this. This place's strict about this kinda shit, and I'm not planning on getting kicked out."

Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Aug 2nd 2020 at 3:22:11 PM

Eleanor purrs upon receiving scratchies.

"Huh," says Puma. "That clerk is taking a really long time to get those Slushee Coins from outside..."

"Hmm... should we go look for him? Maybe he forgot about us," says Bluethorn.

"Sounds good." Knife takes out an umbrella and opens up the door, heading back towards the office.

Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Aug 2nd 2020 at 3:21:45 PM

Taco, who is reclining back in a recliner in Knife’s room, says “You guys go ahead, imma catch some shut-eye.”

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A shot reveals the same dumpster; the clerk is nowhere to be seen. In the far background, a much-larger slug oozes its way around a corner.

"Taco, wake up!"

Knife pops her head into the office. "Hey, Jake? I think that's your name? Note to self: memorize that guy's name. It definetly started with a J. Anyways, those guys want those Slurpee coins! Do you have them?"

She looks around. The clerk doesn't seem to be there. "Fuck." She heads out to keep looking for him.

"Let Taco get some rest, Playing, he's been driving for most of the trip," says Bluethorn. "I'm going to go look for that guy too, I'll be right back," he adds as he leaves the room.

"We're coming too," says Puma, following Bluethorn while carrying Eleanor.

Knife makes her way to the back of the motel to have another cigarette. "Gah, where the fuck is Jake or John or whatever four-letter J name that guy had?" She reaches into her pocket to get her lighter when she notices something in the corner of her eye.

A giant slug surrounded by blood. It notices her.

As it lunges onto her face, Knife lights a flame and sticks it into the slug while trying to pull it off with the other arm. "HOLY SHIT! AHHHH! HELP!"

"Knife's in trouble!" says Puma. He runs to the back of the motel.

Edited by DrNoPuma on Aug 3rd 2020 at 4:40:53 AM

Knife is now on the floor, bleeding. In the corner of her eye, she sees Puma and Eleanor run towards her as she reaches for help with one hand and fights off the slug with the other.

She is dizzy. She is able to mumble out only one coherent thing.

"...that fucker's name was Josh!"..."

Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Aug 3rd 2020 at 5:08:38 AM

Eleanor hisses and quickly floats over to the slug, slashing with her claws and trying to pull it off of Knife.

The slug gets pulled off, and Knife slumps down to the ground. "Ugggghhhhhh...what the fuck was that?". Her brown skin looks greyed out, and she is holding the side of her face where the slug attacked.

I don't really know how to fit myself into this, so...

Meanwhile, Whistler is still trying to catch up with the gang. She tries to hitchhike, but no one will take her. Then, someone in a black car pulls up and rolls down the window.

The driver of the car leans over to the passenger side window.

You got separated, didn't you? No problem, I know where they are. I'll take you there.

One hitchhike later, Whistler is now at the motel parking lot. Convenient!

In the middle of Wm's delirious dancing, he watzes over to the dumpster, where the gang was just a second ago.

   Yadadada... It is a good day to not be dead!   

"Jesus fucking Christ," Knife almost falls over walking away. "There was a fucking slug, I want to sleep, what is wrong with your friend?" She vaguely jestures in William's direction.