Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26461452-20150411084242/@comment-25686329-20150412025443

Connie, The Yankee, and Ticktania were assembled at a secluded, away-from-prying-ears table in the common wing.

Connie was currently making a small squadron of pencils march in rythmic formation, while Ticktania obsessively checked her watch(es).

The Yankee, after a quick shoulder check, finally decided they were clear.

"I've called you here... because we've been counted out. This isn't revenge, this is retaliation... at least not techincally..." He trailed off, staring into space for a few seconds. "We may not have been invited, but that doesn't mean we can't crash it."

"Crash it...?" Ticktania said, a little bewildered. "I'm afraid I don't quite grasp the full nature of what you're talking about, but as a young woman on the side of the law, I'm nearly positive that this is--"

"Shh!" Connie hushed harshly. "Shut the spell up for a sec. This is cool..."

"You guys... aren't my first choice, I admit." The Yankee shrugged breifly, bringing two large, glaring facts to memory -- 1) Connie was a high strung, foul-mouthed, fiery ditz and 2) Ticktania was a wordy, rule-abiding geek.

Ticktania had yet to get up. A dark, neglected part of her almost was glad she wasn't invited.

"The real bit where I take issue is the fact you haven't given us legitimate cause to join you, other than simply attending and laying social stigmas to waste..." she said, though she didn't seem mad or annoyed, just waiting for a better cause.

The Yankee smiled.

"Let's swing by the Garage..."