Difference between revisions of "Dog Days are Over"
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==The Meet== | ==The Meet== | ||
Up first to the meet is Honeypie, who meets Sanchez in a car. She turned herself into having quite a pickle, a dubious dilema to direct her dreams out of the dog days that dissuade her from destined development. As the two spoke at length about their potential piracy of a pawed pal, a one frieren freaks out the fiery familiar is Sanchez, of which only stood four-foot elven eleven beneath the burly brow of Sanchez and Honeypie. Together, the trio talked towards a tempestuous tactic of sleuthily snagging the ensared cerberus. | |||
They agreed, 40/40/20 split, and so the runners ran towards the region where the veritable venue laid venerable and ready, ripe for their Junoesque jaunt into the wrought-iron jungle. Jeronimo! | |||
==The Plan== | ==The Plan== | ||
Revision as of 05:50, 26 January 2024
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ShadowHaven Pixy Squad Frankie Lorenz Rehr True Sulla | MCT | Fuzzy Friends Luxury Grooming | ||||||||
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Summary
In order to get revenge on a for being overworked, a one Anabeth Sanchez plots to steal a dog they've never seen. And so, the runners head to get Schroedinger's Cerberus hound, and chaos ensues. Backstabbing, Betrayl, and a Rehr encounter with the Unseelie Fae make for a lovely evening of fun and frenetic chaos.
Background
Anabeth Sanchez works at the Fuzzy Friends Luxury Grooming Center, however not all is well. Wanting to make a change in their life, they devise a plot to steal a dog on a night where only the dog is there. Hiring runners, they decide to put their dark desires into a destined direction. Will the will of the wiley wanderer pay off?
The Meet
Up first to the meet is Honeypie, who meets Sanchez in a car. She turned herself into having quite a pickle, a dubious dilema to direct her dreams out of the dog days that dissuade her from destined development. As the two spoke at length about their potential piracy of a pawed pal, a one frieren freaks out the fiery familiar is Sanchez, of which only stood four-foot elven eleven beneath the burly brow of Sanchez and Honeypie. Together, the trio talked towards a tempestuous tactic of sleuthily snagging the ensared cerberus.
They agreed, 40/40/20 split, and so the runners ran towards the region where the veritable venue laid venerable and ready, ripe for their Junoesque jaunt into the wrought-iron jungle. Jeronimo!