33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday morning

[bugofjustice]

The Tick was not in his garage this morning. The Tick was nowhere in Fandom, in fact. There was a man in a striped shirt and hat somewhere in the living room at 33 Apocalypse, though, if you could find him. He was a man with a magical walking stick and a desire to see everything Fandom had to offer. You'd have to look hard to find him, though. And

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[sith_happened]

Mufasa was not in the best of moods. The sun was up already and he'd missed his chance to look out over his domain because he'd been trapped inside some kind of metal sphere.

It had taken forever to claw through it.

He leaped down the strangely regulated wooden indoor ravine, stared at the man before him, and wondered if he would taste like antelope or teal deer.

[bugofjustice]

Having seen all he really needed to see of this house, Waldo smiled his constant smile and tapped his walking stick. In an instant, he was gone, off to explore somewhere else that didn't have lions.

[sith_happened]

Mufasa clicked his jaw shut in annoyance, then heaved his shoulder against the wooden barrier blocking his way to Outside.

A few minutes later (...shame about that door...) he was walking through his kingdom (all his, from the cliffs to the causeway...even that shadowy part down by the beach...), heading for the park.

He was in the mood for duck.

[no_toast_thanks]

Thursday came down after the two changed housemates had left. She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until she felt the breeze. Turning, she saw the pieces of smashed door and frowned.

Maybe Vader had had a bad morning.

After checking the house for any other signs of intrusion, and finding nothing, she went and made herself a cup of coffee.