[Little laugh, in turn.]
No! Some of them wouldn't even fit.
No! Some of them wouldn't even fit.
[Her eyes go wide for a short moment, but then she just laughs some more, even as she absently picks up a Litleo and puts it in her lap.]
Okay, a really big house! But defintely not a hotel room.
Okay, a really big house! But defintely not a hotel room.
[No, she has no idea, and the way she does a double take speaks for that well enough.]
What! Really? What happened?
What! Really? What happened?
What happened?
[She has to hear this. It sounds like something happened.]
[She has to hear this. It sounds like something happened.]
[Grinning already in anticipation, Molly keeps stroking the Litleo in her lap, tilting her head as she listens to Joker.]
There's no way you caught a hundred of them.
There's no way you caught a hundred of them.
[Surprised laugh!]
Really? And they just did?
Really? And they just did?
[Okay, just have a giggle for a while here.]
What happened to the bats?
What happened to the bats?
A LETTER: Written in graceful script on the back of a circus flyer.
Joker,
Your anniversary show was FANTASTIC! I haven't had that much fun since last Halloween. However, I am terribly sorry to inform you that I will not be around for another Halloween collaboration. A unique opportunity has appeared and if I don't take it, I know I'll be rolling in my grave years from now. I am so glad to have met you--it's hard to find else so excited about making others both laugh and scream. You are a fantastic collaborative partner and an even better friend.
This does not mean that the fun has to stop! I have left my estate in the care of Jimmy Twoshoes. On my orders, any member of the circus who needs a roof may knock on its door. I also encourage you to use it again this Halloween! Please see that Jimmy has help running such a large home.
Dead and gone, but not in spirit,
Jack Skellington, Pumpkin King of Halloween
GIFT:
> Jack's signature bat bow tie. Attached is a note. "Stay sharp!"
Joker,
Your anniversary show was FANTASTIC! I haven't had that much fun since last Halloween. However, I am terribly sorry to inform you that I will not be around for another Halloween collaboration. A unique opportunity has appeared and if I don't take it, I know I'll be rolling in my grave years from now. I am so glad to have met you--it's hard to find else so excited about making others both laugh and scream. You are a fantastic collaborative partner and an even better friend.
This does not mean that the fun has to stop! I have left my estate in the care of Jimmy Twoshoes. On my orders, any member of the circus who needs a roof may knock on its door. I also encourage you to use it again this Halloween! Please see that Jimmy has help running such a large home.
Dead and gone, but not in spirit,
Jack Skellington, Pumpkin King of Halloween
GIFT:
> Jack's signature bat bow tie. Attached is a note. "Stay sharp!"
[Jimmy had been busy preparing for his trip with Molly when he received a letter through the Pidgey Post. It was unprecedented to say the least, having effectively taken the wind out of his packing sails enough to put a damper on it for the rest of the day. He was used to this sort of thing happening by now, sure...but it had been a while since someone he was this close to left. He liked Jack a lot, so it's hard. At the same time, though, it's made easier knowing that this was something Jack wanted and wished for on his own.
He eventually picks himself up and heads out from his personal tent, the folded letter in one hand and the silver key in his other while he sets off to find Joker. Assuming he's probably either in the main tent or in his own, he checks those areas first.]
Joker? It's Jimmy! I uh...I need to talk to you, if you're around...
[Leader's following behind him as usual, but he's also joined by a very frazzled looking Murkrow perched on his right shoulder. Her sour expression betrays how disheveled she is by her trainer's disappearance, but Jimmy's a familiar face, at least. Of course Jimmy feels bad leaving her cooped up in her ball during this, so he decides to just keep her with him for the time being.]
He eventually picks himself up and heads out from his personal tent, the folded letter in one hand and the silver key in his other while he sets off to find Joker. Assuming he's probably either in the main tent or in his own, he checks those areas first.]
Joker? It's Jimmy! I uh...I need to talk to you, if you're around...
[Leader's following behind him as usual, but he's also joined by a very frazzled looking Murkrow perched on his right shoulder. Her sour expression betrays how disheveled she is by her trainer's disappearance, but Jimmy's a familiar face, at least. Of course Jimmy feels bad leaving her cooped up in her ball during this, so he decides to just keep her with him for the time being.]
[Jimmy stops once he gets to the entrance a little too abruptly, causing Edgar to have to flap her wings a little to maintain her balance. He pauses for a moment to take in the sight, his grip on his own letter tightening somewhat.]
..oh. He sent you one too?
..oh. He sent you one too?
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