Happy Birthday Ookalf and maybe Circe...

[Kether]

*Semi supicious boxes are sent to Ookalf and Circe wishing them happy birthday*

[Ookalf]

Huh... I wonder who sent this? *Ookalf opens his package.*

*Meanwhile, at Circe's Manor, Circe has also received her box.* Strange... Is it even my birthday today? *She looks it over a moment longer, then goes ahead and opens it.*

[Kether]

Huh... I wonder who sent this? *Ookalf opens his package.*

*Meanwhile, at Circe's Manor, Circe has also received her box.* Strange... Is it even my birthday today? *She looks it over a moment longer, then goes ahead and opens it.*

*Both boxes contain 5 ribbons like one would put on a present with a note*"apply to target. Make present"

[Ookalf]

Huh... I'll have to find someone to help me test these... *Ookalf heads out to find someone.*

*Meanwhile, Circe also reads the note.* Interesting... *Deciding to test this out, she too heads into town.*

[Kether]

*is out and about findable by whichever one is first*

[Whatevr89532]

Also out somewhere on the streets of Muffinville is a somewhat disheveled looking man in what seems to be an old lab coat, with glasses that are missing a frame. He is currently busy shaking a vending machine, apparently in an effort to get some free chips or cookies out of it.

[Ookalf]

*is out and about findable by whichever one is first*

You'll do. *Circe approaches Kether and places a ribbon on him.*

Also out somewhere on the streets of Muffinville is a somewhat disheveled looking man in what seems to be an old lab coat, with glasses that are missing a frame. He is currently busy shaking a vending machine, apparently in an effort to get some free chips or cookies out of it.

Huh... *Ookalf walks up to the man.* What's up with you?

[Whatevr89532]

"Aack!" The guy apparently teleports a few inches backwards in surprise at Ookalf's voice. "Uh, er. Definitely not trying to get a free bag of chips because this machine won't take my money. Not at all."

[AmbushCat]

"Aack!" The guy apparently teleports a few inches backwards in surprise at Ookalf's voice. "Uh, er. Definitely not trying to get a free bag of chips because this machine won't take my money. Not at all."

Voice: That's because you're putting the money in the wrong place, genius.

*Ambush Cat drops out of the vending machine's change slot, pries several coins out of his right eye and drops them before the man. Sniffing disdainfully, he turns and leaves the both of them to their devices.*

[Kether]

*is out and about findable by whichever one is first*

You'll do. *Circe approaches Kether and places a ribbon on him.*

*a set of cardboard seems to expand out covering his form in a box. It then shrinks and resizes into a a stereotypical present box with the marking "To Circe, Happy Birthday"

[Whatevr89532]

The disheveled man blinks a couple of times at the cat while he's there, and then he looks down at the coins for a few seconds...before shouting, "This machine doesn't even TAKE coins!"

[Ookalf]

*a set of cardboard seems to expand out covering his form in a box. It then shrinks and resizes into a a stereotypical present box with the marking "To Circe, Happy Birthday"

Now, let's see what's in here... *Circe opens the box.*

The disheveled man blinks a couple of times at the cat while he's there, and then he looks down at the coins for a few seconds...before shouting, "This machine doesn't even TAKE coins!"

...Wow. Sounds like you're having a pretty bad day... Want help with that, or anything?

[AmbushCat]

The disheveled man blinks a couple of times at the cat while he's there, and then he looks down at the coins for a few seconds...before shouting, "This machine doesn't even TAKE coins!"

... *stops and half-turns around* Vending machines don't like me. I've got nothing else.

[Whatevr89532]

"Oh, sure, like you can help the fact that science is freaking subjective in this city and nobody's heard of any of the places I have degrees from. I might just as well go insane myself. Or get a job at a fast food restaurant, which is equivalently bad."

[AmbushCat]

*fanged grin* If science is subjective around here, it's because reality and I aren't on speaking terms. Here's something for your trouble.

*A previously unseen slot on Ambush's back opens. Reaching into it, he pulls out an unopened bag of potato chips and tosses it at the man.*