Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 18:23:20 GMT
(January 20th, a few hours past noon, Closed to @clyde and @bonnie149)
It had been an interesting day to say the least. Experiment 150 spent the better part of that morning blundering around the streets of Corona like a lost dog trying to remember where home was. The bad part is that this was a large improvement for how he had managed back when he first arrived to this amalgamation of worlds. Though the island of Kauai had already begun to sport some odd - even for its standards - beings looking for refuge from the war, it was nothing compared to the battlefront. Even a place such as this, Corona if the abomination remembered correctly, that was slightly out of the way of the disputing factions was filled to the brim with creatures not even Jumba could conjure up. It was extremely disorienting. Which only made the search for a certain short, green-furred illegal genetic experiment all the more difficult.
Bonnie, as she had begun to go by, was the entire reason Clyde had even wandered out here. The solo life was not made for him; it went against his very coding in fact. So when his partner-in-crime left to expand her own horizons it was only a matter of time before the big, yellow bloke came stumbling after her. It had taken a while to get this far. After all, he was not particularly skilled in tracking like some of his cousins. But finally, finally, 150 had made a breakthrough. After a couple weeks of following nothing but breadcrumbs, this morning had been a complete revelation.
A man, or perhaps more accurately a creature, was in the midst of his breakfast when Clyde had walked up. Thanks to his ability to decipher and reconstruct languages at the speed of a super computer the abomination's most promising way of trailing Bonnie was simply asking around. It was no different that morning. Yet, unlike most other attempts, this interaction actually bore some fruit.
Snuggly Duckling.
Supposedly 149 was a regular there. It would of probably not taken too long to find it if he had been prudent enough to ask for directions. Alas, Clyde was too drunk with the new information to think about it at the time. Any other endeavor to try and find the establishment's location via word-of-mouth was met with silence, odd looks, or wrong directions. Regardless, he hadn't given up. With the persistence of an ignorant hound 150 spent the better part of the day trekking through each street and reading every sign he came across. It wasn't until the afternoon that the wooden signboard painted with a yellow rubber duckling came across his path.
Clyde hadn't expected a tavern, but it also kind of fit. Wooden stools and tables littered the room, and at them were a wide variety of different creatures. Some seemed as alien as he was which wasn't really a big surprise. The stagnant air smelled of alcohol and citrus - nothing horrible and actually a bit comforting for the brute. But the most intriguing detail of all was the two green antenna and the cresting of a furry green head poking from behind a taller patron of the bar. He couldn't be 100% sure it was her, but that didn't stop him from raising his bionic arm in the air and frantically waving the mechanical hand that currently sat at the end of it.
"Bonnie!"