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WHAT IN PERSON
WHERE the street!
WHEN day 17, AT NIGHT

[ hey everyone -- since it was HOT and then RAINED now we have steamy night time streets, oh boy. While the humidity is awful, and the heat is back at least there is a NIGHT MARKET which is kind of cool. It has little knick knacks and prizes you can win -- goldfish, stuffed animals, so forth and so on -- as well as food, chicken on a stick, shaved ice, so forth and so on.

Have fun! Wander around! Hang out with people and win prizes!

Or, check out the FREE fortune telling machine. All you have to do is stand in front of it. . . and it will announce, rather loudly, some secret of yours. Or many secrets. Depending on how fast you get out of its line of sight.

. . . if you try to harm, destroy or mute the machine in any way you will be grabbed by security and forcibly put in time out for a little while and get a slap on the wrists. Destruction of private property is frowned upon. ]

Comments

[suckmyglock]

[wandering around disapprovingly, as he does]

Pretty sure that's a fire hazard.

[recut]

You are incorrect.

[suckmyglock]

[why am I being sassed by so many children]

Am I.

[recut]

Yes, you are.

[suckmyglock]

Who are you, the fire marshal?

[recut]

No, I am not. Are you the fire marshall?

[cantabiles]

[ guess who has some shaved ice. ]

Is it really?

[suckmyglock]

It's some sort of hazard.

[glancing down at the shaved ice.]

[cantabiles]

[ it is delicious fyi. ]

But everything seems okay . . .

[suckmyglock]

[sighs. wanders over to the shaved ice stand and heckles the poor vendor npc

returns with a shaved ice.]

It's all fun and games until someone loses an arm.

[cantabiles]

[ but i can fix that.

. . . probably shouldn't mention that though. ]

This is pretty tame. I've seen school events get way rowdier! But, um, maybe that's just my friends . . .

[splashofbourbon]

What part of it?

[suckmyglock]

Most of it.

[are you smoking buddy]

[splashofbourbon]

[yup]

It don't seem all that bad.

[suckmyglock]

[reaching over and plucking the cigarillo from McCree's mouth]

Mostly you.

[splashofbourbon]

[hey :(]

I was gonna snuff it.

[ananass]

[LATER after Lassiter has run away like a big chicken, at probably two thirty in the morning, his phone is ringing]

[suckmyglock]

[he picks it up, thinking he's at home and it's a call from work]

Lassiter.

[ananass]

...yeah hey.

[sounding completely caught off-guard, as if he wasn't the one who just dialed the phone]

[suckmyglock]

Sh—Spencer. What do you want?

[ananass]

I feel like, as a detective, you could have probably already gathered from the fact that I called you on your telephone that what I want is to talk to you.

[over-enunciating heavily]

[appliedscience]

[Appearing, shaved ice in hand.]

Good thing fire is basically useless as a means of destruction here, huh?

[suckmyglock]

It's the principle.

[appliedscience]

Uh huh. Eat some food on a stick, you'll feel better about it.

[suckmyglock]

With any luck, it'll poison me and I can rest in peace.