Voodoo - Harrisburg

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

It is generally considered traditional that when any ragtag group of travelers undertakes a long journey, particularly on foot over unfamiliar territory, someone in the group will begin whining, "Are we there yet?" far too soon for the answer to be anything affirmative.

The first time the words came up in the group, Voodoo and Hector both smacked the offender on the head at the same time. It has not happened since.

At any rate, the group has been walking for a long while, and fending off interest from all the wrong sorts of people and wildlife. But there's a smell of smoke and human habitation on the wind ahead.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"We tried inviting them to join in, you know," mutters the Overseer. "Years ago. The first time we came out for game day. One of them broke a collarbone and the others all ran off screaming."

[boston_bruiser]

One moment, Voodoo's hand is by his hip. The next, it is planted on the back of the Overseer's neck and squeezing.

"I'm sorry, I must be hard of hearing. Did you just offer up a bullshit excuse?"

He looks to Hector and Al, then Kate and Jospeha, pointing at the Overseer. "Whatcha think, did he?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" says Butts as the other members of Voodoo's party start nodding. "It wasn't an excuse, I'm just saying! We're open to trying again as long as they don't run away!"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo rolls his eyes and eases off, only to thwap Butts on the back of the head.

"Here's a hint, genius. Nobody ever broke a collarbone playing touch football."

He makes a circle in the air with an upright index finger. "Let's beat feet. Sun's going down."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Fine by me," says Josepha, and the others nod. Al, however, pauses long enough to kick the Overseer in the shins.

"Ow!"

"That was for the costume," says Al. "If you're going to make somebody wear that kind of nonsense, pay them."

He turns to Voodoo. "I'm done. Let's go."