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>"Hee hee hoo." Oh raptor Jesus here she comes again. I watch as Wendy pushes into the club room with her pointed, sewed hat, scrunched over to be even shorter.
>I notice she's added a faux beard now as well. I love her to death but this "gnome-maxxing' is going to kill me.
>"Good day, biggers. I'm here for your assorted adornments for my magical staff! Behold!" She produces a large stick of wood, several things glued to it and stapled. I sigh as Heather speaks.
>"Oh hiya Schizo! Why're ya hunched over, hun?" Heather leans over to inspect the gremlin woman.
>"Do not mention my stature, you oaf! Now, magical addendums if you please." She waddles over to start digging through the little box of buttons and other pieces we keep in a miscellaneous pile. Heather looks at me for an explanation but all I can do is shrug at her.
>As she goes the door creaks open. Our newest member, Anon the human pokes in and freezes as he sees the caped little creature ransacking the plastic tub.
>His eyes meet mine and I plead for him to turn the conversation away from whatever Wendy's planned for us today.
>Thankfully he decides he can handle whatever is going on today and moves in, lunch tray in hand.
>He takes his seat next to me and leans over, whispering to not alert the compy.
>"Uh, what's she doing?"
>I lean back and whisper. "Uhm, being a gnome."
>Unfortunately her hearing is phenomenal, she whips around, several glittery things in hand and speaks in that strange tone.
>"You! Don't speak about me behind my back! I'll curse you with IBS you skinnie bastard!" She waves the stick at him as he shoots his hands up in defense.
>"Schizo, please." I beg her off and she squints, going back to her searching.
>Anon blinks a few times in surprise and slides into his chair a bit, deciding he's going to tango with her anyway. He speaks.
>"Uh, Schizo? Why?" She pokes her head back again, not turning fully this time.
>"Why what?"
>He clears his throat, "Why the gnome?"
cont.
>"Hee hee hoo." Oh raptor Jesus here she comes again. I watch as Wendy pushes into the club room with her pointed, sewed hat, scrunched over to be even shorter.
>I notice she's added a faux beard now as well. I love her to death but this "gnome-maxxing' is going to kill me.
>"Good day, biggers. I'm here for your assorted adornments for my magical staff! Behold!" She produces a large stick of wood, several things glued to it and stapled. I sigh as Heather speaks.
>"Oh hiya Schizo! Why're ya hunched over, hun?" Heather leans over to inspect the gremlin woman.
>"Do not mention my stature, you oaf! Now, magical addendums if you please." She waddles over to start digging through the little box of buttons and other pieces we keep in a miscellaneous pile. Heather looks at me for an explanation but all I can do is shrug at her.
>As she goes the door creaks open. Our newest member, Anon the human pokes in and freezes as he sees the caped little creature ransacking the plastic tub.
>His eyes meet mine and I plead for him to turn the conversation away from whatever Wendy's planned for us today.
>Thankfully he decides he can handle whatever is going on today and moves in, lunch tray in hand.
>He takes his seat next to me and leans over, whispering to not alert the compy.
>"Uh, what's she doing?"
>I lean back and whisper. "Uhm, being a gnome."
>Unfortunately her hearing is phenomenal, she whips around, several glittery things in hand and speaks in that strange tone.
>"You! Don't speak about me behind my back! I'll curse you with IBS you skinnie bastard!" She waves the stick at him as he shoots his hands up in defense.
>"Schizo, please." I beg her off and she squints, going back to her searching.
>Anon blinks a few times in surprise and slides into his chair a bit, deciding he's going to tango with her anyway. He speaks.
>"Uh, Schizo? Why?" She pokes her head back again, not turning fully this time.
>"Why what?"
>He clears his throat, "Why the gnome?"
cont.