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*Up on the roof top, in a brandy new tent that is significantly larger on the inside than on the outside. It might even be said that the inside of the tent is actually larger than the room Raph used to occupy in the bar proper. Every now and again Raph pokes his head outside just to remind himself that he's in a tent at all. The thing looks more like the studio apartment Casey used to rent, only minus 50,000 uninvited roommates. His money is running a bit lower than he'd like it to be, but the exchange rate from US Dollars to ... um the little gold coins what ever they're called ... was really good.
The trip to Die-gun Alley went better than he'd hoped it would. He wore his oversized trench coat and fedora hat in an attempt to blend into the RenFaire crowd that populated the market place. Most people didn't give him a second glance, once he finally buckled down and admitted that he was actually an animagus stuck between forms. In fact, some people felt so bad for him they slipped him coinage when he wasn't looking. And for someone trained in stealth, that's quite a feat.
While the tent and other special camping supplies supply no end of amazement, it's really what's in the old bowling bag that he's the most excited about. Sure, it felt akward walking into the shop without Mike at his side bouncing like a kid who's just learned it's a snow day, but he'd been getting at indifference. Raph couldn't believe his eyes, the store was truly amazing. He'd never seen anything like it before. And boy, was Cap'n Quibitch going to be surprised when she threatened him with transformation again. That is, if Greg and Forge had anything to say about it.
The trip to Die-gun Alley went better than he'd hoped it would. He wore his oversized trench coat and fedora hat in an attempt to blend into the RenFaire crowd that populated the market place. Most people didn't give him a second glance, once he finally buckled down and admitted that he was actually an animagus stuck between forms. In fact, some people felt so bad for him they slipped him coinage when he wasn't looking. And for someone trained in stealth, that's quite a feat.
While the tent and other special camping supplies supply no end of amazement, it's really what's in the old bowling bag that he's the most excited about. Sure, it felt akward walking into the shop without Mike at his side bouncing like a kid who's just learned it's a snow day, but he'd been getting at indifference. Raph couldn't believe his eyes, the store was truly amazing. He'd never seen anything like it before. And boy, was Cap'n Quibitch going to be surprised when she threatened him with transformation again. That is, if Greg and Forge had anything to say about it.