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[luxury_banana]

[Action: 463 Stone St.]

[You find yourself waking up in the morning and finding in the air the faint scent of cake being baked in the oven. Follow that scent through your room, down the staircase, and into the kitchen where you'll find your beloved, dainty wife, busy and hard at work preparing your...

Wait...

Wait, you're the wife, aren't you?

A pink-

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[godisachild]

[Yeah. Okay. What the hell is this? Today has been weird already, but you know something? At least this seems better than being randomly insulted by people, ones he either knows well or barely knows.

So Pokey will begin to, still hesitantly, start approaching Fassad.]

...What are you doing?

[luxury_banana]

[Magypsy!Fassad gives Pokey a wide grin as he opens the box he's holding in his hands, revealing... cake. Strawberry cake, from the looks of it.]

Offering you some cake~ It's such delicious cake, I don't think I've ever made it as... divine as it is now! Have a slice, Pokey, just have a slice~ ❤

[godisachild]

[It's time to evaluate the situation. On the one hand, in the short time he's known Fassad he's never seen the man behave like he is right now. Not only that, he made some weird pause before describing the cake, meaning there could be something wrong with it.

On the other hand? It's cake. And that trumps anything else. Yeah Pokey'll take a slice.]

Sure, why not. I don't have anything to lose.

[luxury_banana]

[Fortunately, the man brought enough plates and forks in the box. He sets it down for a little while, cuts a slice for Pokey (there would probably be enough for the boys down at the car lot), places it on a plate, and hands it over to him.]

It's like ambrosia, isn't it~ Oh, no, it can't be that good, can it? It is? It is, right~? ❤

[He waits in exaggerated anticipation.]

Action: Used Car Lot (Hope you don't mind a backtag!)

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Don't worry, Fassad! Someone's come to your aid. By jumping off the roof of the used car lot and onto the hood of a car near your pod-person clone. That someone is wearing a blue Avery vest and grey slacks, and is grinning broadly while staring down pod!Fassad.]

Behold! My eyes see before me an unpleasant pea of the pod! The Monk of Key-Fu shall not sidle past this bomb-bearing buffoon!

[Key-Fu stands in a heroic pose on the hood of the car, fists on his hips.]

Huh, your post was labeled as spam... That's.. odd.

[luxury_banana]

[The Pod Fassad turns over to the Key-Fu with his perpetual smile naturally still glued on its face. It only widens with the appearance of this new person. Even if his embedded programming pushed the Pod Fassad to kill his counterpart, he always appreciated new guests.]

Ooooh! Company! And what a dashing young man, you are~ ❤

I've run out of cake just a little while ago, but this'll be just as appetizing, don't you agree~? Have a slice, it's on me! ❤

[Fassad peeks over the hood of a car about two Fords away from the clone and Key-Fu. The clone approaches Key-Fu with his hands inching close to his bomb's trigger. Fassad crawls away, letting Key-Fu deal with this nuisance all on his own. He mutters under his breath:]

G-go on, you can have my slice too while you're at it... Nwehe... he...

... Poor kid.

I was wondering why that happened. D:

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu snaps into a martial arts kata, holding a flat palm out to pod!Fassad as if he were directing traffic ... until he he rotates the hand around and performs a "come on" gesture with it.]

I invite you to a most smashing dance of the feet, Mr. Peabody!

Livejournal gets weird like this from time to time...

[luxury_banana]

Oooooh~ A daaance~ That's almost romantic, isn't it~? ❤

[As if the prospect of dancing is much more entertaining than simply blowing the man up, pod!Fassad sets his bomb down next to him. The clone no longer has the bomb meaning he shouldn't be a threat anymore. ... At least, not until he decides to retrieve and use it.

What should he do? Should he worm his way out of the used car lot to safety? But that would mean that he trusts Key-Fu to take care of this. And more than likely, once he's out of the way, the clone will look for him with yet another bomb. It was tempting to escape, but it seemed more efficient to let Key-Fu deal with pod!Fassad so that the original could disarm it when opportunity strikes.

Fassad turns back and returns to his safety area behind one of the used cars while pod!Fassad prepares to strike.]

And what are you doing? Ooh~ Is that supposed to be something that people in your country do before starting a dance~ How exo~tic~ ❤

[The pod charges.]

Gyah, sorry hope backtagging is ok cause I totally failed and missed this.

[surf_n_makai]

[After coming down the stairs, Kono just stands in the kitchen and stares. She's not at all sure that what she's seeing is actually happening in front of her. Fassad's... well, Fassad's in a dress, and baking.]

What the hell?