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     The tables have fucking turned. Boxcars has a brochure.

     He happened on it by chance. He was on the fancy rich people clothes street, leering at the clothes he absolutely cannot afford (stupid fucking robbers and their stupid fucking money theft), when he passed one of those cheeky little “You Are Here!” signs. Almost ignored it, but there was a pamphlet about “Shopping in Isola” and fuck it, he wanted to know where Droog got his hands on a French fucking press.

     (He never found one, but he did get some fancy olive oil and a noodle maker.)

     Now, he has a brochure, and he’s in Archie Meaties ward. Spent fucking long enough wandering around trying to find it, why would he know how to read a map he used to literally know his exact location at all times, his shoes need to be shined again. 

     He’s making his way towards “Star Trail” (apparently there’s a shop selling snagglevine zest, that shit makes a gorgeous tea) when he steps on - no, scratch that, he bumps into some kind of fuzzy shrub. 

     Shitty urban planning in this stupid fucking city, putting the greenery in the middle of the sidewalk. He keeps moving without even looking at it - even though it’s definitely moving.

ALL HAIIIIIL SHAAAAADOW!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Shadow!

You will be housed in CONDO 402.

You can continue to go fast, but your speed will cap at a quarter of it’s usual maximum. I’m not giving you a gun I played Shadow the Hedgehog. Have 1 (one) ring.

“Huh?” Sonic found himself stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him. After all, this guy... aside from the colour of his fur, he looked just like him! Were they from the same world, then? Maybe he should’ve been afraid, given Longclaw’s warning- but he was done running and hiding. He could look out for himself, even if he felt slower than normal. 

And seriously, how often was a chance like this gonna come up? There was no way he’d ever run into someone from his old world back in Green Hills.

There’s likely a better guide to managing a crisis than the one Lazarus is ticking through. He’s paced about his oddly empty room, fiddling with the curtains and the lights over and over again. While it had been good for some cool lighting, he didn’t like how empty it felt, how impersonal, and so, he had fled for more populated company. 

He likes this place well enough. Not enough to commit to its hand in marriage, but enough to hang out while he tries to figure out how this phone works. The software isn’t impossible, far from it, actually, and Lazarus has had plenty of smartphones before. Nevertheless, the shape of the apps and the user interface leaves him stumbling at times. 

This time, the main problem is that the map app is being absolutely terrible, and Lazarus is slowly getting more desperate as his usual troubleshooting techniques fail with this tech. Best to find someone to help out, less he run into disaster. 

OVERDUE MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

@blvckblvr​ said: Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in?

Type of help needed: Prosecutor Do you have a particular staff member you want to take on your case? No  Please give brief details about the case: KING KNIGHT STOLE MY IDEA AND I AM SUING HIM

“...Well, I, er... Because you’re suing it seems this is more suited for civil court than...criminal court. So I would recommend you...see a defense attorney. I will go ahead and point you in the correct direction....”