#egg mask

Butterfly

--Can really fly!

--Bonded with Thingamajig ever since their heckin’ excellent Smackdown 

--She WILL kick you if you’re mean to her friends.

Egg

--As fashionable as he is graceful, and he’s graceful AF

--Do NOT do anything to mess up his clothes. If *he* tumbles, that’s fine. If you *make* him tumble...

--Bonded with Skeleton after their Smackdown

--More of an ice skater/rollerblader, but occasionally seen skateboarding with Elephant and Robot. At any rate, they also hang out often.

Thingamajig

--The sweetest softie you’ll ever meet omg--looks like a cinnamon and IS a cinnamon roll

--Open-minded, humble, kind, and patient

--Would never be mad at anyone, just disappointed

--Knows ASL and regularly tutors others

--A saddened Thingamajig would move anyone to tears and/or inspire others to obliterate the sadness.

Skeleton

--Everyone’s kooky Grand Dad

--A punmeister to parallel Poodle

--Very little physical strength--he’s bones, for goodness’ sake!!!

--Picked up a lil tap dancing, since his bony feet already make noise when he walks

Ladybug

--That golden ‘stache is for real!

--Unafraid to tell someone if she thinks their opinion is dumb

--Generally very outspoken, with a bit of a lack of a filter

Rottweiler

--The best visual artist among all the masks. He has absolutely hand-drawn portraits of everyone.

--Looks like he could bite your head off but is a cinnamon roll.

--Not usually a sporty guy, but there’s something about throwing and chasing a ball…

--Prepares, plans, and practices every major endeavor.

Tree

--A great baker and cook

--THE holiday hostess among the masks -- she likes when people gather and have a good time, after all!!

--She jingles when she walks!

Ice Cream

--THE biggest gamer among the masks. Knows all the hard-to-pull tricks of the biggest games, but is chill enough to not be a pretentious prick about it.

--Very good with technology as a result.

--Eyes always shut unless something really surprises him (more on that later)

--MEMES -- yes, including Fortnite dances. Deal with it.

--Surprisingly good heat endurance. Also best cold tolerance among the masks-- he doesn’t need a single extra layer in the winter.

Black Widow

--An old friend of Flamingo’s

--No more hoverboarding, ever.

--Has a butt and she KNOWS it

--Enjoys learning about and performing divination

Leopard

--Retains all his formal and dignified character and then some

--Treats Kitty like an adoptive daughter

--Enjoys photography and architectural sketching -- has done background for Rottweiler’s pieces 

--Most likely to call for a group photo. He lovingly frames every single one.

Flamingo

--An old friend of Black Widow’s

--So full of life and energy

--Absolutely has a vlog, but totally cross-promotes Unicorn’s blog

--Actually, she’ll happily promote anything the other masks are doing

Panda

--Does not know her own strength

--Big eater, but not as big as Hippo. Still, rarely seen without a bamboo stick or similar snack on her.

--Loves contact sports--she’s gotten in on Hippo and White Tiger’s football practices

Flower

--An excellent baker, having picked up most of her skills from Bee

--Liable to literally kick off her shoes at a moment’s notice, though she’s more careful about it ever since she managed to lose one…

--Enjoys getting gussied up, even with no special occasions abound. Also enjoys treating her friends. 

--Actually, she won’t usually treat herself unless she can also treat someone else. She just likes it better that way.

--Gets together and sings with Bee and Mouse

Eagle

--Actual doctorate of psychology, meaning many busman’s holidays abound…

--As a result, he probably knows the most about all the other masks. He secretly wields this knowledge for good (e.g., knowing how to best diffuse a rising conflict between any given set of masks)

--Tendency to wander around the immediate area if distracted/insufficiently occupied

Penguin

--Most likely to give out butt pats (with permission)

--Activist and protector, much like Lion--they’ve joined forces before

--Understands very well that everyone’s different--one of the most agreeable masks so long as you’re not hurting anyone

--Bounces back easily

Fox

--Considered a huge ace among the masks, capable of multiple kinds of performance

--Old friend of Rabbit’s. Currently partners in crime.

--A trickster streak, but more subtle.

TSOMC: “Take a Crack at It”

*We open on a little bistro’s table in District 2, where the tall and fluffy Thingamajig is enjoying his breakfast with a few fellow Masks…or, at least, he’s TRYING to.*

Thingamajig: *puts a bite of scrambled eggs into his mouth and instantly coughs part of it back up* Umm…*picks at the goo with his claws to find the chives hidden within* Eh. Can’t be that bad.

Butterfly, flapping her wings on the other side of the table: I have no idea why you asked for EGGS.

Thingamajig: And a milkshake. *points to his drink* But I had to get that brought over from 8, so the rest is local. (Because Milkshake from Season 8, haha)

Butterfly: *sighs and unfurls her proboscis, slurping up a glass of nectar she got from Flower*

Egg: *trots up in three steps and smiles at Thing’s food preference* Mind if I season that a little more to your taste?

Thing: *squints behind his glasses* Boy—*cut off as Egg adjusts his overcoat’s sleeves (causing more chives to fall out)* Ugh.

Egg: Oh, don’t look so mopeyyyy. They’re delicious if you give them a chance…some Masks might say, “magical”. *suppresses the urge to giggle and walks off again*

Butterfly: *whispers, antennae pointing to her friend* You know he’s poisoning you.

Thing: *shrugs* That I do, but I’ve tasted worse…like that time Eagle tried to fry up some chicken.

Butterfly: *in remembrance* That shit DISSOLVED…*would blink in surprise if she had eyelids* Thing?

Thing: *fur now an even paler shade of green than normal* Sorry, uh…everything’s getting kinda white…an’ oblong…

Butterfly: *grumbles to herself: I might have to slap that fuckin’ piece o’ poultry…*

Thing: *swallows down a few more bites with a small, ever-widening grin* Feels…sorta nice. Swimmin’ in egg yolk’s a nice consistency…*definitely spacing the hell out*

Butterfly: *flaps her wings with such strength that some powdery scales come off, causing a skull below her to sneeze despite his lack of a nose* What the…SKELLY?

Skeleton: *pops back up to full stature after having laid there as a pile of bones for the past who-even-knows-how-long* Make sure you fold those beauties in every now and then…not great for the sinuses. *snrks and wipes off his clearly-snot-free face (don’t think about it too hard because I assure you he isn’t)*

Butterfly: *scoots her chair back, gets up, and does as she was asked…except, when a bipedal butterfly folds in their wings, it just means they stick out straight behind them* Uh-huh. Very helpful, I’m sure.

Skeleton: *taps his exposed teeth before noticing Thing* Yeesh and a trombone, what happened to YOU? (“Yeesh and a trombone” because Skelly has a band director’s soul ^^)

Thing: *leaning forward in the chair and licking his plate clean with his eerily long blue tongue* Mm…who was gonna tell me eggs were this good…

Egg, now skating casually around the rim of a frozen puddle some feet away: I’ll make them sunny-side-up for your second plate, honey! *holds a glimmering hand to his hat and mystically duplicates the accessory into a plate of two fried eggs* Heheh.

Skeleton: Ah, the crackly one’s at it again, is he?

Butterfly: *slugging one fist into her open palm* Wish I could slug these babies up his nose…*lifts the two insectoid legs on her sides (we love interpreting characters as part person and part animal in the best ways)*

Skeleton: *holds his bony hands up* Whoa, whoaaaa, there, chrysalis. I slapped him once for a skit…*rubs the back of his neck* Went poorly.

Butterfly: *tilts her head* How poorly?

*flashback shot of Skeleton running up to Egg*

*slap*

*crack*

Egg: *tilts his hat, face magically reforms* …Hmph.

Skeleton: *terrified eye twitch*

*return to present*

Skeleton: It was bad. Real bad. He snuck in my house that night, hung me by my fingers and sawed my tibia in half with a skate.

Butterfly: Well, I don’t have tibias. *cracks her knuckles (do not think about how a boneless creature can crack knuckles)*

Egg: *skates forward before jumping and clicking his heels in mid-air, making his shoes' blades vanish* What's all this I hear about bones?

Skeleton: *hides behind Butterfly as she unfurls her wings again* Nothing.

Butterfly: The Mask with the gold ribs on his chest is scared of breakfast food...*rolls her compound eyes and watches Thing grab the new plates* How long's this going to last?

Egg: *tilts his hat up* Until I get bored. *looks at Skeleton and traces the places where the bony Mask broke his face a few months ago*

Skeleton: *shrinks back even further, his suit crinkling up like an accordion laid to rest* Mmmm...*scared mumbling*

Butterfly: *antennae twitch* Hey, ya loser, we all know you're flaunting yourself around with these Winter Olympics lately. Just cause your Connection has a little spotlight doesn't mean you have to go around stealing it for yourself.

Egg: Bold of you to think I'm not like this all the time.

Butterfly: I've known you for 6 years, I KNOW you're always this way. But usually not this damn MUCH! *flaps wings again*

Egg: *crosses his arms* Now, here's an idea. My ice could have a little more glitz to it. And you have a lot of shiny powder on those wings...

Butterfly: *slaps his hand away* Touch them and I'll beat you harder than any whisk could.

Egg: *hand to chest* RUDE!

Thing: *hasn't been hearing any of this and is still just going to town on all the eggs* Omnomnomnomnomnomphnomnarfnomnarfnomnomphnomnom...

Skeleton: *steps out to say something* Are you going to do something to us, too?

Egg: *stops, then taps his chin* I was thinking of it…sure! *waves his hands to show that peppercorns have now appeared between his fingers* Ssstay still!

Butterfly: *shoots out an insect leg in surprise*

*crack*

Egg: *stutters and looks down (yolk is now staining his beaded jacket)*…I will pin you to my WALL! *pulls back and rushes forward, peppercorns battering Butterfly's wings*

Butterfly: *yelps and drops to a knee*

Skeleton: *somehow sweating now* | TOLD you, don't hurt him!

Egg: Shut it, you pile of dust and disease! *steps forward* Thingamajig, I'd like you to WATCH THIS. *grits his teeth and aims one foot for the nearest insectoid wing*

Thing: *lifts his head in a daze* Yeah...oh, Egg, that looks painful! *covers his mouth and snaps from his trance*

Egg: *chokes and coughs out a glob of yolk as he notices that Skeleton took off his golden rib-corset and clamped it around him* FUCK you!

Skeleton: *steps back and brushes off his hands* Don't call me dust and we won't have that problem again.

Egg: *pries the rib decor off and instantly heals himself (almost, that is - Masks can heal themselves just enough to keep going, but full recovery takes a day or two in the case of most injuries)* Just BECAUSE I'm easy to break doesn't mean you SHOULD break me!

Butterfly: You were gonna tear my wing off!

Thing: He was gonna WHAT?? Aw, I'm never eating chives again...

Egg: Oh, I know you're not full yet, gorgeous…

Thing: *holds up his paws* Straight. (As in, "I'm straight.")

Egg: FUCK! *stomps his foot like a little bitch (which, I mean, he is)*

Skeleton: *puts his hands on his hips* Well, I'm proud of these bones. *pats Egg on the shoulder* Feeling better after all that...?

Egg: *death glare* I'm going to TREE'S house and I don't want to TALK to you assholes! *trots off in the opposite direction*

Butterfly: *playfully crunches the top of Skeleton's hat down* Not bad for a sack of bones.

Skeleton: Better than saying I'm fulla disease. *squats and shakes himself like a dog (the rattling bones are enriching!)*

Thing: *stomach growls* Crap...who wants something to eat that won't make my hearing get all muffled? *whaps the side of his head like he's trying to get water (or, more likely, egg white) out of his ears*

Butterfly: We could go over to 5 and ask Piglet for some bacon...don't look at me like that, he can conjure it. And butterflies like salt.

Skeleton: *shrugs* As long as I get the chewy bits. I mean, the REALLY chewy bits.

Thing: *stands up and scuffs his paws a little on the pavement* Yeah, I'll give you my gristle, Skel. And then we're playin' fetch with Rottweiler.

Skeleton: *claps his hands with a little rattle* I KNEW I cleaned my femurs for a good reason!

Butterfly: *laughs* I'l be your referee. *flaps her wings and flies off down the road with the others following her*

*swivel cut to Tree’s tinsel-trimmed home, then a shot from the inside*

Egg: *laying on the couch with a damp rag on his forehead* They’ll pay for this…I’m sensitive, you know…

Tree (#5 above): Oh, I know, my friend, but you must well inside your sorrow. If you stay still all night, I’ll let you take me skating tomorrow! *taps Egg’s nose; he smiles*

Egg: Oh, I hope so…*rolls over (soft cracking sounds emanate from him)* Bleh.