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So all these spooks floating around town? Big rum fans. I know! I didn't expect it either!

[He handed a mug filled to the brim with rum over to a ghostly gentleman who tipped his head in thanks before floating off with his drink. ]

If any of the living would like to get in on this before its all gone I've got a few barrels hidden in the back alley. I'd also be open to the idea of taking orders... You know for anything difficult to find that the Emporium doesn't carry. I have some contacts that can get their hands on anything.

serpentinthegarden

[ As the sun set on Main Street and the lamplighters went about their work setting a spark of flame to each street light the horrors were revealed. Huge crawling nasty looking spider shadows that caused the ladies to scream and the gentleman to brandish their walking sticks in defense. Every reaction was savored as Crowley watched his work from the safe distance of a cafe table. A light scattering of plastic spiders rested around his milkshake glass. ]

You have to love it when they leap off the curb like landing in front of a horse drawn carriage is any safer.

[ He took a long rattling sip, annoyingly slurping up all of the rest of his drink until that ear-clawing sucking sound had a good five minutes to drive everyone within ear shot crazy. ]

I'm not sure what to do next. I could TP the castle... but that sounds a touch juvenile. Besides it's not like it would rain in the next five seconds to make that a real mess.

Maybe rats. I can see if any of them want to play, 'better call the health department.'

serpentinthegarden

First one to make a comment about my new 'rack' will be labeled unoriginal.

[Crowley tilted his head at the screen, feeling the odd weight of the new set of antlers resting on his head. ]

What is this Midsummer Night's Dream? Should I strike a pose?

[Whether he should or not he did! And with an appropriately 'garden' type backdrop and sank into a soliloquy.]

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.

[He snorted a laugh before holding up his hand upon which two different rings were battling it out for a place on his finger. An inexpensive black ring with a single white diamond sat beside a more expensive looking black ring encircled by white diamonds.]

Bizarre and damned annoying monster transformations aside I actually have one of those odd married persons questions. You have the wedding ring and the engagement ring... do you wear both? Pick one? I feel like I should set the first one aside, in a jewelry box or something, but it's kinda special. Not that the other one isn't! But the wedding ring hasn't been magically blessed like the smaller one. Opinions, go.

paradoxical_personality

[In the background you could catch flashes of green hues but mostly the mirror captured Hel's expression as she frowned down at the object. From the gentle up and down motion it wasn't hard to tell that she was in motion- albeit not too preoccupied to send a message]

Did I miss something? Were horses a prerequisite for this mission?

[Truthfully she didn't really expect an answer- she was grousing. She was tempted to fly the whole way, and not worry about the consequences.]

I can't wait until we make camp for the night and I can learn firsthand what sort of bugs we'll be sharing space with. [sarcasm- she has it]

serpentinthegarden

Heard the meet and greet was a bust. Guess the citizens decided to share their gloomy mood with the newbies, typical of humans. When you're in a bad mood you always feel the need to spread it around.

Even Chef has got a dose of it. Usually the candy shop makes a whole spread of goodies for those banquets. This time he didn't even bother suggesting it. I finally tempted him into at least making a few gift baskets...

[Crowley sneered and looked at one of the baskets.]

Not sure that's a good thing. He was laughing and singing a made up song about hot peppers when he made these.

But it's free right? How bad could they be? If you are new to the Kingdom stop by the candy shop on Main Street to pick up your free basket.

serpentinthegarden

The rose blossom popped open, producing a gorgeous bloom and Crowley glared at it disapprovingly.

"Not yet! June I said! You're all meant to be blooming your brightest in June... It doesn't mean a thing if you do it early."

The rose dutifully folded back up to conserve it's strength for June as Crowley looked back towards the mound of cupcakes he had sitting on a table in his temporary workspace out in the castle training gardens. This sort of work couldn't be done inside... not when you were going as big and as flashy as he was. With a snap of his fingers the cupcakes turned into a much larger golden clad pillar of a cake.

"Hm, might be too much 'golden throne'.'

He tried again and this time the cake was even larger with so many spires and decorations it almost looked more like a model than a cake.

"That's very 'cathedral'." Crowley frowned and tilted his head at some of the decorations, "Not sure about the little cherubs. I mean once you've met one they lose their charm... More modern maybe."

Crowley snapped his fingers again and this cake looked like it had flying flowers cascading their way around the center cake.

"Should it be all white? Nothing says a wedding cake had to be all white. I could add a touch of spice!"

And once again the cake transformed. This time into something black and red with a touch of angel. As he stood back admiring his work Crowley caught sight of a flash of light. His mirror was sitting out on the table and had apparently been capturing the whole display. His frown deepened instantly as he rolled his head in dramatic fashion but collected the mirror to do a touch of damage control.

"So I'm looking for a cake design, it's no big deal. I had thought it would be secret but... since it's not. Lydia, up for a job in June?"

princess_weia

[Leia appears on the network with a notebook in her hands, her hair pulled back in a single braid, as it usually is when she's trying to look more serious.]

OK... Now that we're all back from our missions, as a Princess, I think I should give everyone an update on the whole situation with Mr. Dreamfinder and the Corroded station.

We know that Mr. Dreamfinder and Figment have been missing for a while now. I don't know if anybody knows exactly how long it's been, but we do know it's been over a month, at least. And since Mr. Dreamfinder wouldn't go off somewhere and not tell anyone for that long on purpose, it's safe to say that he's in trouble. Either somebody took him somewhere, or he went somewhere and something happened that he can't get back.

And I think it's pretty safe to say that he's not on Main Street too. Nobody here's seen him, and Lydia and I talked to the animals and bugs in the castle; neither had they. And even Hades would've said something once the station got Corroded if he knew where he was; Hades might be a bad guy, but if anything happens to Main Street, he's in as much trouble as the rest of us.

And I think we can rule out the bayou too, at least for now. There's too many monsters for anybody to want to take him there, or for him to want to go there himself. And him and Figment would be too easy to notice; everything there is dark and spooky, and they're... really not.

That leaves the jungle. There's more evidence for him being there too though, besides just process of emilination.

[She looks at the notebook.]

...Sorry: e-lim-in-ation.

[She gives a small, satisfied smile at having gotten around the difficult word before continuing.]

First, the bugs and animals Lydia and I talked to said they saw weird pink and green lights fluttering around the entrance to the jungle. And at the festival a little while ago, I heard music that sounded like it should be from Main Street coming from the booths and stuff in the jungle section, with no speakers or anything there to be playing it. I asked around a little, and I wasn't the only one who heard it either, so it was real and not just in my head. With everything else happening, those things can't just be for no reason.

We need to find Mr. Dreamfinder and Figment. Not just because they're our friends, but because I don't think that me and the other Princes and Princesses can fix up the station like we did the jungle without him here. Not in a way that would stick, anyway. So if anybody has any ideas about how we should do that, or any more information they think might help, we'd all be glad to hear it. Thank you.

king_of_egypt

[The last few weeks were primarily filled with restoration tasks, intermixed with a return to normalcy. For his part in the destruction, Atem had thrown himself into aiding in those efforts. When he wasn't doing that, he was working on honing his skills since in theory the stronger he became the easier it might become to resist outside influences in the future.

That being said he was long overdue for addressing his fellow apprentices over the mirror network. Despite the serious nature of the subject he didn't sound despondent like he had at the infirmary or in conversations directly after the witch encounter. The support of his friends had seen him through his self-loathing period.... well... that ... and something else. Something that was still uncertain and new but but also promising and exciting.]

Now that things have settled down, I feel I owe you all a formal apology.

[Atem was standing outside, the air cool enough that puffs of air were visible when he spoke]

As many of you are likely already well aware of, I was placed under a spell by Winifred Sanderson that reduced me to little more than a puppet. Under her influence I was compelled to deface the apartments, instill unease among you, and also engage in combat on her behalf. What may not be common knowledge was the fact that I also aided in finding the magical artifacts that were used in summoning the witch's in the first place. If I had known that was their purpose I would have taken a different course for my actions- my ignorance was my folly.

I am genuinely sorry for any of the pain- physical or otherwise that I may have caused you; directly or indirectly. I was naive and didn't think of the potential consequences for my decisions.

[This had been going on for a bit longer than he intended but there was still more to say..]

We should use this as a cautionary tale for the future and learn what we can from it. The magic found here is powerful, and should not be taken lightly. Also- if you feel any sort of uneasiness about accepting a mission then you should let better judgement prevail. [He wanted to warn everyone about Hades directly but there was still this uneasy alliance involving the God so he would need to employ some tact.] I have reason to doubt Hades motivations in all this since it was he who desired the collection of the aforementioned book and candle. So I would caution your involvement with him specifically.

[Then to end on something more positive] I was impressed to witness firsthand the compassion and the tenacity of my fellow apprentices. For those of you who tried to help restrain me or pick up the pieces afterword I thank you from the bottom of my heart. If we can defeat powerful enemies such as the Sandersons when everything is chaotic and in disarray imagine what we can accomplish on a more unified front. I have hope for the future and what we all will accomplish together.

bigbadrose

Well, I dunno about the rest of you, but if I don't get my sparks up, my spells are gonna be useless forever! So who's ready to go on another adventure already?

Oh, wait, blimey, I forgot about work. [facepalm!] Okay, soon as I get my shift schedule and find days off, THEN who's ready?

higitus_figitus

It had been far too long now. Over five days since he had last heard anything from The Dreamfinder. His own magics had shown that the man was not even in Main Street! An enormous danger to all of them but more so to Blair himself. As it was, even the Mirror Portal had begun to malfunction without it's builder to maintain it.

A quiet inquiry had been sent out through the Land, to be on the look out for The Dreamfinder. Any news was to be sent straight to Merlin or Hades...none had come. Which was why he now sat at his table, staring at his own small communication mirror.

There was evidence of the old walkway to Tiki Oasis having been used. No one had used it since the Oasis had become the Dark Jungles. Whatever survivors having been the last ones through ages ago. It was a rather long shot but, Merlin had nothing else to go on.

~~~~***~~~~

[The video turns on to show a very grumpy looking Merlin.]

I am calling all Sorcerer's Apprentices that are currently with in the Magic Kingdoms. I am afraid I have rather worrisome news.

[He rubs the bridge of his nose.]

It seems that The Dreamfinder, has gone missing. I am assuming it has been of his own power but, as he is still a new Kingdom Spirit, and the last Kingdom Spirit, I am afraid he will find himself in great danger.

So I am asking for volunteers. I need to send you out into the Dark Jungles to find the Dreamfinder or else the last beat of imagination this place has will be snuffed out and everything we have been working towards will be destroyed.

[His voice grew far more grim.]

That includes your own worlds. If The Corrosion destroys Main Street, then there is nothing left between it and your worlds. And...once it leaves the Kingdoms- it can not be stopped. If you wish to volunteer please, let me know.

The fate of Imagination is in your hands, Apprentices. Do with that, what you will.

[end feed.]

serpentinthegarden

[ The magic mirror displayed a scene of total chaos. A horse’s cart was halfway up a tree, in flames, and the horse that was meant to be the engine for the thing was running around loose sending people scattering off the sidewalks as it thundered by. Crowley held the mirror and looked back at the scene before walking away. ]

That could have gone better. Probably goes without saying I’m not going to be a carriage driver...

[ A small pause while the cart exploded and someone in the background screamed. ]

Anyone heard of--

[ He was suddenly interrupted by a little angry man who shouted after the demon, something about a wrecked cart, but it was difficult to hear anything but Crowley’s replies. ]

Pay you? You ought to be paying me! Like it’s my fault the horse doesn’t like demons! You never once said the horse doesn’t like demons!

[ Crowley waved the man off with a less-than-polite gesture and crash landed grumpily onto the nearest free bench, though with the panicked horse running wild most of the benches were empty. Most of the street too. People had piled into the nearest building which just so happened to be a candy shop. ]

As I was trying to ask before I was interrupted, anyone else heard of any other job openings? Not having the best of luck with it... I would have done fine as a driver but that horse--

[ He was interrupted again before he could continue. Crowley snarled as he turned to glare at this new distraction but in doing so he ended up dropping his magic mirror. ]

-- Hours Passed before the Mirror flared to life again --

[ Unsurprisingly it was to bear witness to another scene of chaos this time one of children and their parents frantically snatching up every boxed or bagged candy they could lay their hands on while one demon clad in uncharacteristically in white and sporting a lovely red striped bandanna carefully watched over their every action from behind the counter. ]

Everybody in here better be buying something or you are going back outside and trust me you don’t want to be out there with that horse still on the loose!

blessedarethebookmakers

It is late afternoon on the eighteenth, and as the mirror swims to life, it focuses on Aziraphale who is standing about halfway back in the bedroom. He stands, hands tucked in front of him, smiling but looking slightly nervous, his wings arched a bit as if he wants to show them off but not be too obvious. He smiles at the...well...mirror. Fingers clenching a little bit.

When he speaks, though, his voice is low and soothing; warm like honey and pleasant. As if he's happy to see you. And in a way, he is.

"Hello. It's nice to meet you all. My name is Aziraphale and I'm an Angel. Well... Principality if you want to be precise, but that doesn't particularly matter here. First of all, I want to thank everyone who helped me out the other day and apologize for being a bit short with them. This human body is a new thing for me and I rather fear I don't have the hang of it quite yet.

But, we're all a little out of our element here, aren't we? This is a new place for us. A new experience. And a battle we must fight for the good of others who need our help. And sometimes, we can feel stuck, trapped even-- For instance, my wings are rarely displayed and not precisely corporeal when they are. If I need to remove my coat, I can do so with ease. Now, unfortunately, they are as solid as the rest of me.

And yet..." He dips his head and there is a bit of a cheeky smile. "With a little Faith." He hopes. No! Believes! "We can perform miracles."

Then he closes his eyes and focuses, concentrates, believes with everything in him that he still has the capacity for this kind of faith, this kind of miracle. That he will be able to take off his clothes with no problems at all.

All at once he can feel something catch. Something bright and cool and refreshing flow through him and around him.

Anyone looking in would be able to see a faint white gold light beginning to shimmer around him, a wind stirring the curtains and his hair. Perhaps there is a faint vibration, for the mirror slips, so only his head and shoulders are in view. The light seems to flash around him and then--!

He can feel the coolness leave him slowly, like a wave pulling from shore. With a thrilled smile he looks down and notices he did indeed manage to remove his coat as he'd hoped. Or perhaps made it disappear completely. As well as his vest, his shirt, his undershirt-- in fact the only thing left is the fob watch lying helpfully between his bare feet.

"Ah-- Ahem. Well! Slight miscalculation! But as you can see! Everything is just...just tickety...." And then the cold rushes back at once like a tsunami and for the second time in as many days, darkness crashes through him and he pitches forward and out of view.

There is a faint thud as he hits the floor.

But he'll be able to reply to any and all responses in a few hours...

...Probably.

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