Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26461452-20150411084242/@comment-25686329-20150412011343

The Yankee's hand was at his MirrorPhone in an instant once he heard about the invitations. The word 'Destiny' was afloat in the air as Thronecoming approached, and something about that, coupled with his lack of invite, put him in a foul mood, a mood that begged for conquest and adventure.

He knew who to call. Two people he was SURE hadn't received invitations themselves, but were almost certainly crazy enough to aid him in some bizzare form of retribution.

Connie Van Geister and Ticktania Tockman.

There was a click at the other end.

"Yep." Connie greeted bluntly.

"This is the Yankee." He said.

"Oh, hey, Yank."

"Don't call me that. You've seen the invitations?"

"I didn't get one, if that's what you're askin'... friggin'..." she trailed off after hearing a breif splash of water, and the Yankee could swear she yelled something about a mop being stupid.

"That's exactly what I mean. Meet me in the common room in 10."

"I'm in."

- - -

Ticktania's phone went to voicemail.

"You've reached Ticktania Onethroughtwelve Tockman, Consulting Detective and Greatest Mind at Ever After." The pre-recorded message said in Ticktania's smooth, vaguely accented voice. "If this is a business call, leave your name and the nature of the crime. If you're a friend... well, come find me... or something to that extent."

"Look, Tockman, I know you didn't get an invite, and I just about garuntee you Dancer did. Meet me at the common room." The Yankee said.

This was going to be fun...