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[curseshit]

You broke the curse! Or well, the weird spanish guy doing magic is on that right now, finishing it up, but the group should be fine. Or fine and fine.

The townsfolk is as confused as you are. Some of them have been under the spell for years. The guards are giving up their weapons as they realize they don't want to fight for this guy. It was all for the money. He used them. If you want to question him while he's still alive you better keep him safe inside the church.

[ mission: deal with the post-traumatic stress. ]

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[recurred]

[from what i hear, they were frenemies anyway. or hook was lying to her face. could be either or both]

Are you okay? [like a 'seriously?' tone as she looks her once over. how you feelin' gurl]

[crotchbite]

[ one thing is being a frenemy the other is fucking each other. #dickstuck ]

Nothing I can't handle. [ waves her hand dismissively. she'll throw up in morrigan's hair later or something. it was a small portion since they were under the spell and she was probably aiming for a long term slow death kind of thing ]

[recurred]

[if you say so]

[rounds about to the back of marge's house, knowing she's not home she saw her rolling around the sheriff's station trying to establish town loyalty. no one cares marge]

They seemed to be really gearing for bad day telly. It's surprising no one got cancer or amnesia or nearly died.

[crotchbite]

[ steps over some creepy old down and makes a face of disgust at this shitty place ]

Don't touch anything pointy, I guess. [ might have some muppet aids. not that there are many muppets around but w/e ]

[recurred]

[oh man she was a hoarder wasn't she]

Oh this is wrong.

[just wrong]

[slowly edges over a tetris pile of unwashed pie tins to crack the window]

[crotchbite]

Out of everything, this is wrong? [ quirks up eyebrows

uses the shotgun to push aside piles of stuff and things, making sure nothing that belongs to them is under all this shit. ]

This is just ridiculous.

[recurred]

It's more like a cherry on top of a sundae of wrong.

[wades after her into the next room and breaks off a candle that's been burning for ages it's been properly fused to the table]

[crouches down to inspect a shelf of random junk picking through it as she goes]

[crotchbite]

[ expected a raccoon to leap at them but she's glad to be wrong

browsing through all the crap only because she has her leather gloves on or she wouldn't be touching any of this junk. there's more stuff than space in here ]

Lovely. [ pushes aside a dead rat with her boot ]

[recurred]

[ew.]

[pulls out an old helmet full of cellphones and picks out the ones that look more familiar]

At least there seems to be some method to her madness.

[some is really pushing it, but whatever]

[crotchbite]

[ does a doubletake and walks over her, pulling a cellphone out ]

How are there some many of these in here?

[recurred]

[shuffles them frowns]

About a dozen.

[guess they weren't the first but certainly they'd be the last]

[stuffs the others into her bag and continues combing through. gathering the puzzle box, a canteen, and a flashlight]

[sawedoff]

[kicks a stuffed rabbit that makes a sad squeaky noise out of his way and climbs under a low hanging de-constructed bedframe to get to them. makes enough noise they would hear him coming at least]

Hey ladies. [makes a face at something on his shoulder and brushes it off. don't even want to know what that was. marge you disgusting slut.] --Find anything? Other than the sad outcome of serious HSN addiction.

[recurred]

[makes a face at anther dead rat, slowly putting that box back down nope]

A few trinkets here and there, but no overwhelming success just- [oh my god what is in that jar]-horror.

[help a girl up she doesnt want to touch anything more than necessary]

[sawedoff]

[what you never seen pickled oh my god?? leans away from it with a yeesh face and shakes his head, pushing a moth-eaten curtain out of his way to help her up over pile]

I feel like I'm gonna get at least three kind of -itises just by settin foot in here. Bitch was a serious klepto.

[hey hel. how's it going.]

[inenochian]

[ this house definitely requires a good smiting. ]

[ tempted to wait outside while the humans go fish. ]

[ whatever was in that jar deserves a burial. ]

[recurred]

[tries to find some stable floor beneath papers and god knows what else and makes sure she's nice and steady before letting go of him]

I haven't even made it to the other rooms, but I'm fairly certain the compass is here somewhere. [and her mother's ring, but that's a personal quest]

[sawedoff]

[continues making god why faces as he turns in a semi circle to survey the ravaging effects of aging kleptomania. his kingdom for a sars mask. picks a direction and starts combing through crud for any sign of their stuff at her behest, calling back as he searches]

Most of our stuff was in the pawn shop before it got whored out. Did you check the sales records yet?

[inenochian]

[ toes through the litter in the last untouched room. ]

That's assuming it was sold and not looted once the curse over the townspeople was broken.

[recurred]

[warily shoulders into the bedroom. stops when she sees something shuffling under the mess of blankets in the corner of the mattress]

I combed the records first thing. Some other people are still working on them, but it's not on it. [b lines for the vanity that's covered in a shrine of shiny things] It's also very possible whoever snagged the map knew to snag the compass.

[she really should have thought to go there first but she'd got so caught up finding the screwdriver first thing she had a lapse in priorities]

[sawedoff]

Wait. The map's gone?

[yeah that would have been pertinent to mention first. pauses in the middle of pulling a drawer out in the kitchen. silverware, silverware, a remote control? picks it up and huh's at it before tossing it aside, silverware, old watch, machete. hauls it out. daddy missed you.]

[leans out doorway to look down the hall]

"Whoever"? Yeah, that's a real mystery.

[recurred]

Hey, someone could've beat him to the punch.

[pauses mid shuffle. yeah he could have been. probably not. but he's not going anywhere]

[this would be a good time to cut to hook riding off on a horse laughing maniacally]

[frowns as she tries to untangle a necklace from a mound of necklaces. jesus lady why. just why]

[sawedoff]

[some people have cats.]

[rolls his eyes and ducks back into kitchen to ransack for anything familiar. pots and pans clanging loudly. tossing junk around. sighs loudly when he gets mystery goo on his hand and flicks it off with the most long suffering face]

I think I'm gonna throw up. What makes you so sure Grossman's got it?

[can't keep an eye out for tiny shiny objects if you keep it on the DL]

[recurred]

Well...She's the town klepto, that's why.

[sounds a bit frustrated as she's been meticulously picking through a funhouse of rings and brooches, having found a couple of her own but not the important one.]

It wasn't on the record, who else could've taken it before we got there? It's old and broken.

[sawedoff]

Maybe we should be looking for Hook instead. 99.9% chance he's got at least one part of the matching set. Turning Winona's bachelor pad upside down is gonna take days at this rate.

[wipes hand off on an old musty towel with a disgusted noise and steps back out of the kitchen. this is too much. he'll crawl through piles of corpses if it's a guarantee yeah but going through the town hoarder's 60 year old habit on the offchance, no thanks. he'd rather go after the sure thing]

[recurred]

[throws down rings and looks over her shoulder to call through the labyrinth of junk at her back]

Then go after him, I'll cover base here.

[frowns as she looks back, bending over to start pulling drawers out]