MCA #4, Sunday Afternoon

[myownface]

You know, Sparkle was impulsive, but he was not that special sort of impulsive that would have involved him going outside today. Much as he loved his job. Much as he worried about his business. Even Sparkle sometimes had the good sense to listen to the radio and hear about people being kidnapped by goblins, and then look out the window to see the sprawling maze that had sprouted up outside, and then shake his head and go, "Nope. Not today, Fandom."

And so he was in the apartment, laying on his back on the living room floor, staring up at the ceiling and singing 'Baby Shark' to himself in a fit of boredom.

Loudly.

Give him ten minutes and he'd go find his tin whistle and try to figure out how to play it on that, next.

[OOC: Open for texts, phone calls, other people in the building who just want to stop hearing 'doo doo doo doo' through the walls, whatever!]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton returned from the kitchen a few moments later with the frying pan in one hand, several pieces of cutlery in said pan, and the toaster under his arm. "Toaster or pan?" he called.

[myownface]

"I'll take the toaster," Sparkle declared. "I wanna see that pan fly."

And one of the two of them wouldn't miss with it.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton obligingly held out the toaster to him. "I get my thirty bucks back if I hit one first?"

Yeah, that wasn't going to fly, Rand.

[myownface]

"You get ten of it," Sparkle decided, "if you manage to get two with the same frying pan."

Take it or leave it!

[suitably_heroic]

"Fine, fine," Atton sighed, marching towards the balcony. "But you throw first."

[myownface]

"I think I can handle that," Sparkle decreed, clutching the toaster as he made his way to the balcony right after him. "If any of those little assholes messed with my shop I'll go down there, get the toaster back, and use it as a flail by the cord to beat them with it twice."

He kinda missed his shop.

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey, I'd pay good money to see that," Atton mused. "Might even give you that ten bucks I'm about to earn back."

[myownface]

"Either that, or you'll end up having to pull a daring sewer rescue when I get mobbed by gunk-gremlins."

Goblins, Sparkle.

[suitably_heroic]

"Don't call them gunk gremlins," Atton said, peering over the edge of the balcony. "That's disgusting and I don't like it."

[myownface]

"But, like, you've seen them, right? They totally look like gunk gremlins," Sparkle declared, leaning over the balcony's edge and looking down at the maze below. "They're all, like, wrinkly and dirty and they live in the sewers, man."

If that wasn't gunky, what was?

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, but I was doing a great job of not thinking about it, and now the word 'gunk-gremlin' is in my head," Atton groused. There was something moving down there, between those two hedgerows, he was pretty sure. "Now I'm going to wake up in the morning and the first thing that pops into my head is going to be the word 'gunk-gremlin' and I won't be able to erase it."

[myownface]

"Until something worse comes along to overshadow it?" Sparkle squinted a little at the moving thing. "... Think that's one of them? Or just, like, a lost teal deer or something?"

Could be anything, really. A local trying to find their way to work, or, like, actual gremlins.

[suitably_heroic]

"Definitely not a deer," Atton said, reaching out in the Force. "...And not from any sentient species that normally lives on this island. I think we're in the clear."

[myownface]

"Sweet!" Sparkle was grinning a broad grin as he lined up that toaster, waiting for the little thingy to show enough of itself for him to get a good throw in. A head popped out from behind the hedgerow and with a whoop, Sparkle heaved the toaster at it enthusiastically. "He shoots!"

There was an almost comical clang sound that could be heard all the way up to the balcony, and the goblin did a dazed wobble in place for a moment before he toppled backwards.

"HE SCORES! And the crowd goes wild! Aaah! Aaaah!"