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Friday, July 6, 2012

Unspent: Oh, the Insanity!

Here's a link to a listing of the Unspent posts, if you're a newcomer to this.

With a plan in hand, the group was ready to tackle the Fae menace, however they could. They were down a Jake and a Leona, but George had come back, and they all had a hunch that a lot of this focused around Rachel Strait, the poor woman who until now had been in the shadows. So Sharon went to find out where she was living...

Ivy, Ivy, Everywhere
The police station was a madhouse. As Sharon drove up, she noticed that hugely-thorned ivy growths were covering the one side of the building. The windows were glowing with a greenish tint. She very cautiously started taking a look inside. The office was filled with plant growth, and a number of seven-foot seed pods were scattered therein. Sharon also saw her police friend Ed halfway trapped in a giant Venus flytrap.

Sharon caught his attention when she noticed that he was alive, and he responded very enthusiastically, trying to convey something to her in his revel. Quite rattled, she dialed up the group and tried to convey the situation to them. And then Ed was talking, and she tried lipreading him. Here's what she got...

"Beware...the military thread stretched...over your academic variable, three times past the...racial beer! The vague constable matches pace with a political fairy...all hail the revolutionary morality!"

On the Run
Over the phone, Bryce said that he was reminded of some changelings' recalled experiences of imprisonment. Faced with all of this...Sharon definitely bolted. Even better: as she was driving back, the radio flicked on with the following lines (in the voice of the high school secretary): "That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them hath given me fire."; "Suit the action to the word, the word to the action!"; "Let me play the lion too. I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar, that I will make the Duke say, 'Let him roar again; let him roar again!' " Aaaaaand Sharon was thoroughly spooked.

As she got back to the apartment and ran down things with the rest, they saw the child again, toddling through the streets. George, based on some pathfinding he'd picked up in an Adirondack ghost hunt, figured he was traveling in a Northwesterly direction. The kid kept saying "Mooooooommy..." as he walked, and then George decided to go after him. He ran after the kid, and tried getting its attention. It finally gave an answer to his question--"I'm going to mommy."

That's when George uttered the best line of the campaign: "I am your frickin' mommy! I'm right over here!"

More Madness Unfolds
As he starts following the kid, Ivy and Sharon suddenly notice that there's been a strong wind blowing and a greenish tint to the sky, something which hadn't caught their notice until now, somehow. Then George noticed a regiment of olive green, khaki, and charcoal spools of thread marching in formation down a crossways street. Then he noticed the wind blowing.

After a swirl of papers marked with the word "Mommy", he noticed two more odd figures: a pantsuited fairy with various political buttons and a fuzzy figure wearing some sort of helmet, jogging and talking with one another, taking no notice of him. Bryce looked out, as George tried to make headway through the wind, and was entranced by all of the Glamour and potential secrets flying about. Sharon snapped him out of it, and he explained that the Hedge was well and truly crossing over into the mortal world.

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