video; Ishtar, March 13th

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[The video feed is a first person view of a bunch of purple stuffed goats, mounted on wheeled platforms, chasing after someone who's running. Some of them have ribbons around their necks, some of them has attachments connected to their platforms for a variety of jobs. For those that know of them, they'd be recognizable as Hibiki's spy goats.

The camera moves to show Chris's face, who looks both winded and angry as she shouts at her device.]

THEY'VE BEEN AFTER ME ALL DAY! SOMEONE SEND HELP!

SHIKYOIN, DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT THIS IS YOUR FAULT!

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[Chris is... incredulous at the sight of the goats, but she sighs nonetheless.

That is, until Hibiki screams and her perch starts wobbling.]

If you don't calm down right now, you're going to fall!

[She turns to the goats.]

I just need the ice cubes. Save all the dessert stuff until we're finished, alright?

[priforprince]

HOW CAN I REMAIN CALM WHEN FORCED TO WITNESS SUCH INCOMPETENCE?!

[ The tower is aquiver with Hibiki's indignation.

The ice cube goat rolls forward, to be of service. The dessert goats figure they should head back to the freezer with this stuff so it doesn't melt.

Except for the ice cream goat, which tips its burden onto a tea table comprising part of Hibiki's tower. This is Maa-ster's, right?

The quivering worsens. ]

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...

[Chris spins on her heel, walking towards the nearest exit to the room.

When she gets there, she shuts the door behind her. No, she can't watch the horrible tragedy about to unfold.]

[priforprince]

WHERE EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU'RE--

[ The polteageist haunting Hibiki's temple has been waiting for the perfect opportunity to yank a chair out of this pile.

Chris may discover a wet piece of cotton stuffing stuck in the bubbles out in the hallway. As soon as she does, there is a horrific crash from behind the closed door. The letters KER-CRASH! even phase through the door, to land in a pile on the bubbles in the far side. ]

sorry, lost the notif for this

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[Chris lets out a sigh as she hears the crash. She sees the letter appear in mid-air... resolves to ignore it, for the sake of her sanity. After a minute, she opens the doors and looks inside.]

You alright, Shikyoin?

Re: sorry, lost the notif for this

[priforprince]

[ This had been a pile of furniture stacked upon itself.

Now it is a pile of furniture all tossed upon itself willy-nilly. And somehow, ending up at the bottom of it, amid the foam still scattered about in here -

Well. Being faceplanted gives her an excuse not to dignify Chris's question with an answer.

Behind Chris, a few spygoats with bulldozer shovels attached to their fronts roll in to begin attempting to excavate Maa-ster. Maa-ke way! ]

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...

[Chris lets out a heavy sigh.]

You'd better not be dead.

[And... she's just going back to try and clean up the soap suds.]

[priforprince]

[ You do that! The goats are going to try and clean up Maa-ster.

They, uh. Shouldn't put salt on her, right? ]

[trustheart]

[No, no, they shouldn't.

But maybe throw some over her shoulder, to improve her luck.]

[priforprince]

[ Just for that, polteageist spills the salt everywhere.

HAH. ]