Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-31049256-20170804013539

(Flame, Aya) Glad to hear everyone made it then. Ah, here we are!"

They stand at the end of the line for the swing, the giant contraption puffing steam from it's top as it spins the seats from the end of their chains. Thankfully for them, the line is short in comparison to those for the many other rides and games around.

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(Flame, Radono) "Hmmmm...." Martha thinks, "I think I know a place, but she may nota opened because of her pregnancy. Still with me with you we can go in. It'll be like a private tour!"

The shop she speaks of is only a short distance away, but as she warned it shows no signs of being open. The store holds no name, seemingly been closed for months.

Martha leads them inside, and they find a few old sweaters and general winter wear on some shelves and mannequins in the shop. In the back a man with a hunters hat and a feathered cape blindly searching for something on top of a cupboard. Next to him stands a Mindflayer with a particularly swollen belly.

"It's not here." the man says.

"Garrett, if I say it's up there I mean it's up there. Move and I'll get it down myself."

"Not in your condition."

The Mindflayer huffs, but once she notices them she smiles, "Martha...and guests?"