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[hr][hr][color=98AC90][right]The Boardwalk
Interactions: Drake Blackmore [@Ruler Inc], Henry Olin [@junkmail], and Enoch [@CaptainBritton][/right][/color][hr][hr]

Bobbi listened intently as the balloon woman explained all the ups on the tradition.  She sucked down the last of her drink before tossing it into a nearby garbage can. [color=98AC90] "Take it y'all ain't worried 'bout dem turtles down dis way, huh?"[/color] she said in a sarcastic but playful manner.  She tied her balloon around the alligator and quickly wrote something down on the card before shoving it into her pocket.  The sound of music filled the air and she turned to the stage with delight.

The light-hearted excitement of a musical performance was quickly dashed as the lights of fireworks illuminated a grotesque Cronenberg creature that was decimating the crowd.  She whistled softly, impressed with its sudden appearance.  And the general disgust of its visage.  Drake transformed as well, which brought another whistle from the woman.  With a dramatic salute she would do as he recommended.  That was to say, turn tail and mother fucking get the hell out of dodge.

And so she ran along the wooden boards and sand, people fleeing and screaming all around her.  She was getting pushed this way and that, being a small little thing she was likely to get trampled in all of this.  Through the thick of it, she spotted the tall, hulk of a lizard man.  What safer place to hide than behind a giant?  She began to make her way toward him but was forced to stop when the body of some poor soul bounced and landed in front of her.  She grimaced at the bruised and bloody wad of meat, turning her eyes back toward the stage to find more of those... things had appeared.  Bobbi sighed and finished making her way toward Henry.  It seemed he had made a friend.  [color=98AC90]"Afternoon,"[/color] she panted, placing her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.  She was so glad she hadn't worn sandals.  After a moment she straightened.  [color=98AC90]"I woulda t'ought I'da liked a night where it'd be rainin' men,"[/color] she said in a light-hearted tone.  She winked at the newcomer before turning her gaze on Henry.  [color=98AC90]"What deh fuck are dem dere t'ings?"[/color]  She gestured toward the abominations.

Bobbi gathered she was not making it out of this festival without a fight.  Or without wings.  But she didn't have wings so a fight it seemed to be.  She did the only thing she could think would best suit the situation.  She needed protection.  Bobbi reached out her arm and as she pushed into the air, a white ring of crackling energy engulfed her arm and her hand did not emerge from the other side of it.   [color=98AC90]"Ah fuck, nows not deh time tah be playin' games cher,"[/color] she grumped as she dug about in the air.  Her fingers finally wrapped around something and when she pulled it out the white circle vanished.

Bobbi blinked dumbly at the small, pink, and sparkly dildo she held in her hand.  She shook it and it wobbled about.  She then turned to look at her companions.  [color=98AC90]"Jus' what teh fuck am I s'pose tah do wit' dis?"[/color] she demanded of them as if they had any idea of why the Vault did what the Vault did.  [color=98AC90]"Jesus, Mary, and fucking Joseph too,"[/color] she grumbled, shoving the dildo in the back pocket of her shorts and pulled the stuffed gator close to her chest.  When all else failed, she supposed running was the next best option.  Her original.  She just hoped she wouldn't get trampled.