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The sidewalk in front of the dorms, Late Tuesday night

In the deepening dark, a shadow moved. As it emerged into the pool of light underneath an overhead lamp, it resolved into a masked and cloaked figure carrying a very large, heavy bag.

The figure pulled from the bag a large variety of plastic and rubber fish, some realistic-looking and some brightly colored, and a bunch of cans of blue spraypaint. Quietly, it began painting the sidewalk.

And, of course, munching on a package of Swedish Fish.

[[NFB, and for those who know who they are.]]

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For some reason, Robin couldn't sleep. He thought taking a walk might help. He re-thought that when he saw the painting and the fish.

Huh?

Ohhhhh, crap. Wolfman was pretty sure Frog Robin wasn't in the club. Or Bartender Robin, either, but that wasn't as relevant at the moment.

"Move along, nothing to see here," he intoned mysteriously. "You're just having a particularly vivid hallucination."

Robin was not so sure about that. He wasn't sure his imagination was this abstract. "Okay I get the painting part, but why would I hallucinate fish?"

Wolfman picked up a rubber fish and waved it in the air spooookily. "Because, really," he uttered, "who in their right mind doesn't hallucinate fish?"

"I don't know?" The voice sounded slightly familiar. Maybe if the fish were talking.

Oooooookay, Wolfman was NOT expecting this to be working. At all. But, since it seemed to be, he waved the fish a little more eerily. "Iiiit's just a dreeeeeeeam," he said. "Yoooooou're halluuuuuuucinating. Just go hooooooome and pretend you didn't seeeeeeee anythiiiiing."

Robin was starting to get a bit suspicious. "People never talk like that in my dreams."

It was too much -- the frog was actually buying it!!! Wolfman facepalmed and started snickering.

Which... didn't help with convincing him it was a dream. Okay. He pulled the giggles under control. "Well, your oooooother dreams are wronnnnnnng, then," he told Robin, in his spookiest voice. "You should dream yourself to your bed, so you can have more of themmmmmmmmm."

Okay while people did occasionally laugh at him in his dreams, something occured to him, that made him pretty sure this wasn't one. "Don't people never realize it's a dream when it is." he said suspiciously.

Wolfman picked up a second fish and waved them both at Robin. "You're a very special frog," he answered. "This is called lucid dreaming, and you totally read about it in a book that one time."

"Nnnnnnnnnnnoooo, I don't think so."

"Yes, you do," Wolfman challenged. "You think you don't, but you really do."

"No because if I did think so, then I wouldn't think I didn't think so."

Red Demon had somehow managed to sneak out of the dorm with her contributions and Red Kite's singing bass. Now she hid in the shadows and waited, wondering if Wolfman needed any help with the unmasked one, or if she would just complicate things. She wished they'd thought up signals or something, like when they did the common room.

Edited 2008-11-12 01:51 (UTC)

Wolfman noticed the movement in the shadows, and nodded her towards a section of pavement as yet unpainted and un-befished. He'd... think of something, with the unmasked one.

That was as close to a signal as she could hope for, she guessed, so Red Demon secured her mask and cloak, grabbed up her bags and mysteriously emerged, giving a slow nod back to Wolfman. She started with the paint, then began randomly setting up the bass and her own contribution, origami fish of varying complexities, all weighted down or attached to sticks.

Edited 2008-11-12 02:38 (UTC)

That wasn't the only cloak flapping around tonight. Another came, bearing within its voluminous and inky depths not only a mask and a pair of glittering dark eyes, but also two large bags of mysteeeeerious.... squishy things.

Specifically, gummy clown fish, gummy dolphins, and... "How do we feel about gummy crocodiles?" Wallflower whispered.

Edited 2008-11-12 01:53 (UTC)

Wolfman considered the crocodiles. "They swim," he decided. "It's close enough. Besides, dolphins aren't really fish, either."

"True," Wallflower answered, dropping the bags onto an unpainted section of sidewalk. "The bag said dolphins, but they kind of looked like sharks too, so I went for it. Also 'cause they're blueberry."

She said through slightly blue-stained teeth.

Wolfman didn't have anything approaching superhuman speed, but his hand had certainly appeared in front of him, palm up, pretty damn quickly. "As the director of this task, I am entitled to a percentage of your candy," he intoned officiously.

Wallflower didn't actually mind sharing, but as she dropped several into his hand, she said, "I don't have any candy. I have FISH."

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