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Issue: 747 | 2nd day of Gathering, Y18 |
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| KATIPO I: Restart: Part Oneour hair fell and curled over your shoulders in perfect spirals, gold like a ghostly honey dripping from the seams of your lapel. That night had been going well up until that point, but your appointed mod was extremely late, and your patience was beginning to wane at an exponential rate.
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Headlines "The World Beyond Meerca Chase" by lunarchronicles “Game over! Here are your Neopoints!”
Alistair grinned until the latest player walked away, carrying a pouch of shiny Neopoints, and then sighed and placed his head in his paws. This was not an easy task for a Meerca, but he managed it somehow. He knew that he should probably should wait for the next player to approach, should make himself look joyful and bouncy and ready to chase some Neggs – but he was extremely tired and dizzy. Who knew that being the front of such a popular game as Meerca Chase could be so exhausting?
It wasn’t that he didn’t like his job, of course, because he did. It was much better than the Blumaroo who had to stand around all day whacking little Kass plushies, and definitely better than his friend, Morris the Mootix, who kept getting parachuted onto the backs of Babaas and Kadoaties. But Alistair couldn’t help thinking that there was something more out there, something he was missing. He liked Neggs just fine, but maybe there was more out in Neopia for him…
He relaxed back on his tail, letting his feet swing, and picked the remains of a Fish Negg from between his teeth. That restlessness had been coursing through him more and more of late. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to be impulsive and do something about it.
As he waited, the games room unusually and blessedly quiet for a change, he suddenly spotted a small streak in the sky above him. Something with bright wings and even brighter hair flitted overhead, and then all at once circled back, heading for the games room. Alistair perked up as Helena, one of the light faeries, descended to a stop near him.
“Darn it,” the Meerca heard her mutter. She stopped to fiddle with one of her wings. “Stupid Esophagor… I’m never going to get that crease out…” She looked up suddenly and noticed that Alistair was looking at her. “Oh. Hi. Sorry.”
“Hi.” Alistair perked up, waddling a few steps closer to the faerie. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved away his concern, and then sighed. “My wing’s just got a little bent in the Haunted Woods. I shouldn’t have even been there, but I was really craving a Cheese Ghostkersandwich…”
Alistair wrinkled his nose. “Why?”
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