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IMAGINE HOW THE WORLD COULD BE

WHO: everyone who signed up
WHERE: all over the world
WHEN: 18 June, 10 AM EST
WARNINGS: pre-emptively warning for language and violence
SUMMARY: After an attack on the Porter, Lachesis gits mad and teleports some people away
FORMAT: WORDS

Wherever they are, whatever they're doing, it all stops when the clock strikes 10:00 EST.

Suddenly, this ain't Kansas anymore.

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The Bay Area Rapid Transit! [He indicates toward a sign with his claw.] There's bound to be an attendant to direct us back to the City-tubes there!

I only just had the thing turned back on a week ago! The deposit I left should have me squared away!

[He follows Zoidberg's line of sight. Well, that should have been obvious, but he never really traveled by public transportation when he lived in San Francisco. He quietly blames Warren and his obscene quantities of money.]

Or at least to an airport. Getting home shouldn't be any-- [He feels around in his back pocket. Had he forgotten his wallet this morning? It's so easy to be absent-minded with such things when you live in the same building you work from.]

Oh, hell.

Ya got t'be swanking me. [ He just deadeyes at the both of them, but looks toward the sign. ] Well, let's make a bloody decision. I'm nae paying for plane tickets for the lot just because I'm the one with the most dosh on me.

[ ... Wait. No he doesn't. He peers into his pouches. ]

So, anyone got anything we can hock?

I have nothing of value but my talent and ability to quickly make friends! Surely that will earn us safe passage back to the City! Come, friends! Let us busk!

[Zoidberg takes some initiative and scuttles over to a stranger and bursts into song!]

Once I built a tower, up to the sun,
Brick, and rivet, and lime;
Once I built a tower, now it's done.
Brother, can you spare a dime?

[The woman starts to scream!]

Merciful heavens! What's gotten into her?

[Hank lets out a cringe and hurries after Zoidberg, leading him back by the shoulder.]

Might not be the best idea! At least not outside Haight-Ashbury, where we might net some patrons.

[ Evan looks around lazily, settling his gaze on a restaurant, then on Zoidberg. He casually strolls over. ]

I think he's got himself the right idea. How about we go on a wee walkabout and see what kind of generous souls wander across our paths?

[ He smiles! ]

What a splendid idea!

[He follows after Evan in a leisurely scuttle.]

I could provide a tasteful accompaniment to this evening's meal!

[Hank trails behind with all the confidence of a wet blanket.]

I think harassing the natives will more likely end with us in a jail cell than on our way home!

[ Evan turns to Beast, pointing to Zoidberg, then to the restaurant. ]

Nae if we offer them up something good for their money, aye?

[Zoidberg nods excitedly, darting along beside Evan.]

Oh yes! We could offer them a perfectly performed song and dance routine. Say, fellas, do either of you know how to Madison?

[He scratches his neck uneasily.]

I don't think that's exactly the accompaniment he has in mind.

How much do ya weigh, Lobster man? [ Evan looked Zoidberg over slowly, thoughtfully. ] Enough to get us bus fare, isn't it?

Why I never! How rude! [He looks so offended.] You can't just ask a man his weight. I'm of a delicate disposition.

[Hank rolls his eyes, the whole idea strikes him as somewhat distasteful.]

And where would you expect to get enough butter, exactly?

That's nae our problem. I dinnae see ya coming up with any bright ideas yourself. I'd sooner sell the lobster than my--

[ Tech. And cocaine. ]

... Valuables.

Unless there's a bank somewhere aboot.

Contrary to popular belief, Zoidberg is not a food product! I would have you refrain from any attempts to consume me!

[He snaps his claws, looking especially sassy.]

We could always sell our communicators and get new ones when we return to the City!

Not sure how much you'll net from a non-working communicator.

Neither am I sure what good a bank will do us while I'm missing my ID. I could probably access access my account otherwise.

Awright. Awright. No need to bunch up your panties.

It'll do us. Wait here a wee moment, I can go make a withdrawal. Ya can do that much, aye? We should be pooling our resources.

Oh yes! Doctor Strange got me an ATM card recently!

[He delicately fishes it out of his coat pocket.]

See?

[Hank lets out a sigh and shrugs.]

The only one of us responsible enough to remember his wallet, and you wanted to sell him!

How much do you believe you should have available?

[ Evan crosses his arms. ]

Awright, leave it to me. [ He holds his hand out for him. ] I'll go get us what we need. And not a cent more.

[ He already is working in his head how to trick the ATM into spitting out more cash. ]

If my most recent paycheck has posted... perhaps $6000 or more?

[Hank's eyes go wide. He certainly wasn't expecting anything like that!]

Well, that should be more than enough to cover the three of us! I could reimburse you upon our return, of course.

Brilliant! So can we go? [ He's all twitchy. ] Let's nae spend another minute here, we've got life to attend to.

Aye, aye, my friends! Let us away to the nearest travel depot!

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