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[center][b]Location:[/b] [color=red]Red's Goodie Basket[/color][/center]
[center][b]Mentions:[/b][@Oddsbod][/center]

	Red stood behind the counter smiling as she stared at the door of her shop expectantly. She had been dead certain that the next person in her shop would be the crier. The mere thought of him stumbling through the door floundering desperately for some kind of clue or lead her could use to solve the murder. Countless possibilities excited the back of Little Riding Hood's brain. Could she successfully lie? Send him on a wild goose chase? Get him mad and ruin his reputation? The young girl practically bounced in place and nearly leapt off the floor when the door finally opened.

	[color=red]"I [i]knew[/i] it was-!"[/color]

	Surprise exploded across Red's face as a tall, pale skinned women walked through the door holding what looked like an assortment of groceries. Landing back on her feet Red quickly collected herself and went back to smiling, grasping her hands together as she leaned over the counter.

	[color=red]"Things are going very well today. In fact I just sold a big plate full of my frosted cupcakes to a family just a few minutes ago. It's really sweet of you to ask ma'am!"[/color]

	The red hooded girl nodded her head gratefully as she buried her confusion. Why was the Pale Queen of all people in her baked goods shop? It was easy to forget the women likely had to eat too. Though with the way she stayed in her home, rarely if ever leaving, made it seem like she could subsist purely off cobwebs and dust at times. Red had heard rumors of the kind of magic the Queen possessed, though if it was true was another matter entirely. Just the idea this old women had so much power...and that it could be hers brought a new excitement to Red's mind.

	[color=red]"Is there anything I can get you? I most of what I'm selling here right on display, but if you want something special I can bake it up fresh at no extra charge."[/color]

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[center][b]Location:[/b] Outside Nevermore Central Park #7[/center]
[center][b]Mentions:[/b][@Utrax][/center]

	[color=778899]"C-closed? But I swore you were..."[/color]

	B.B's words died in her throat as she looked up and founder herself under the disapproving gaze of the Chupacabra. An intense pair of brown eyes cut into her and it wasn't long before the 'Wolf' began to squirm where she stood, fidgeting nervously outside the window of the taco truck. As soon as Chupa slipped out of sight and broke eye contact B.B felt some semblance of relief wash over her. Sniffing the air she was hit with the overpowering smell of alcohol. Though it was just a single can of beer, to B.B's sensitive nose it was like keg had been broken open on the sidewalk.  

	Chupa's words and the alcoholic fumes made B.B's stomach churn and she was soon digging through her pockets. Rooting through her pants, shirt, and even places that seemed unlikely to hold anything the young women produced a handful of lint and a dime so rusted it looked like a measly penny. 

	[color=778899]"Money money money. Um, um, um..."[/color]

	An air of panic entered B.B's voice as she realized she'd asked for food without any money to pay for it. Already she felt like turning tail and booking it to avoid the embarrassment of the whole situation. Before she could take so much as a step however the impressively buff truck-squatted was beside her. Having him drop down and get close to her caused B.B's hairs to stand on end, briefly expecting something bad.

	Yet the silent gesturing the man did seemed strangely calming and he seemed to imply that Chupa didn't mean anything. Relaxing her bright blue eyes widened as she saw the handful of shiny coins held out to her. Looking to Mothman and then back to the change she quickly took it, plopping it down on the folding counter outside the window of the Taco truck. 

	[i]"Thank you."[/i] She mouthed wordlessly and quickly counted the change she'd been given.

	[color=778899]"I-I'd like four chicken tacos please."[/color] B.B asked as politely as she could, holding her breath as she waited. 

	Even when Chupa was in a bad mood, she was still one of the nicer people B.B got to interact with. The most she'd do is get short and irradiated with her. Being called a 'puppy' beat out being called in the laundry list of things the rest of the neighborhood enjoyed calling her...