Dave's Fish and Strips, Verity's Baltimore, Monday Evening

With Piyusha dead, there was one last avenue Verity knew she could go to for good information: Dave. Bogeymen collected information the way dragon princesses hoarded gold and were just as cutthroat about parting with it. But Verity had her own information to trade--( and other options as well if Dave decided he didn't want to play nice. )

[Adapted from Chapters 22 & 23 of Seanan McGuire's Discount Armageddon, preplayed with and coded by wonder magician firstofitskind. First post | Previous post | Next Post. NFI, NFB, OOC is love]

Somewhere in the Sewers, Baltimore, Laaate Monday Night

Tooth fairy dust was meant to be administered to sleeping children to make sure they stay asleep while the Tooth Fairy fed. (The specific dietary needs of Tooth Fairies were irrelevant and a little bit disgusting and really not what Verity needed to be thinking about right now.) The standard dose, according to Grandpa Thomas’ Field Guide to Pixies, Sprites, and Other Household Pests, was a small pinch. A small pinch, as measured against the hand of something a little bit bigger than a Barbie doll. Dave had blown two full handfuls on them. At that kind of dosage, it was no wonder that when Verity finally stumbled back toward consciousness, ( she felt like she'd been shot full of curare, chloroform, and cockatrice venom. )

[Adapted from Chapters 24 of Seanan McGuire's Discount Armageddon, preplayed with and coded by the darling firstofitskind, who also sends me candy so, like, BEAT THAT. First post | Previous post | Next Post. NFI, NFB, OOC is love]