Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26461452-20150411084242/@comment-25686329-20150412235247

Despite the fact that the whole plan was entirely petty, highly dangerous, and bordered on a version of evil that was mostly stupid, Ticktania was enjoying herself.

The garage in question held the bulk of the plan... literally. All the equipment they needed, including a steampowered motorcyle with a side-car and what appeared to be a repurposed ice cream truck from Bookend.

Currently, Ticktania sat in the sidecar, clad in a black, hooded cloak because... some reason. The truth was, the Yankee had never really clarified why they were wearing this gear, and the Yankee himself was wearing a version of thesame equipment he used during that perfectly horrid paintball game a few months back. His jacket was over the gear.

The Yankee's cycle in question was clearly several semesters in the making, as evident by an intricate handlebar ornament that resembled a white horse. That meant Connie was driving the truck.

Ticktania shook herself from her thoughts and observances and tried to focus on the task at hand; this little 'retribution' scheme.