[color=gray][h2]Angelica, The Talkative Bear[/h2][/color]
[@Estylwen] [@Ocelot79] [@Vertigo] [@Xandrya] [@Squirrel98]

The sentient stuffed bear was pleased with the situation. Quite pleased indeed! A grand total of four visitors. Four [i]living [/i]humans to [i]play[/i] with. The bear's voice echoed through the backrooms, "Ahh, it's quite a lovely party the four of you make!" But the voice couldn't be pinpointed to one specific spot. Even the bear that Michelle had been holding, seemed to lack vocal resonance in it's spot on the desk.

The taunting continued, "Two of you are in a room, while two others different. Perhaps the two pairs of you could be amicable. If not to me, then [i]at least [/i]to each other."

The bear thought about exactly what it was going to say next, with a bit of hesitation to it's English accent, "There are others here such as myself, but I cannot promise they're not trying to kill you. You'll notice a few messages through the rooms, one specifically says to [i]run[/i]."

The bear chuckled, "I don't know how serious of a threat being told told to run down here is," Angelica hesitated slightly, "Considering there's not much to run to. Still though, I would avoid Mr. Wormy Squiggles, Esq. at all costs. He's quite a grumpy little fellow, you know. Bit of an ankle biter, that one."

As part of the game, Angelica didn't bother mentioning exactly what Wormy looked like. Not his sharp rainbow fur, nor his adorable hissing before being stepped on... No, the four humans would just have to figure out who was who, [i]on their own[/i]. And whether or not the ankle biter remark was literal or figurative.

"And the others, well..." With one last little sassy laugh, "Good luck!" 

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[color=gray][h2]C.G.106, The Princess Palace[/h2][/color]
[@Vertigo]

The eggbutts were pleased with the dog treats Abel had given them. Any giggling they currently did, was aimed at the friendly father...

"Daddy!" Came Isabella's voice, but it was only the eggbutts playing a game of pretend, "Daddy, come play!"

If Abel did go into the ball pit to search for Isabella, the eggbutts wouldn't appear to be sentient, should they be uncovered from within. But could any of the stuffed animals really be trusted? 

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[@Ocelot79]

But Lucas would also hear the giggling and a clean vocalization...

"Daddy!"

The sound also came from the ball pit, but as Lucas hadn't given the eggbutts a present, their intent with this father was a little more vicious. Like normal, the voices changed to match that of the parent's child. In this case, Lucas would have heard Maria calling out to him, "Daddy, come play!"

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[@Ocelot79] [@Vertigo]

Each time either father turned away from Wormy's direction, the little guy would inch closer to the ball on the floor. Otherwise, he remained stationary. Would either father notice the constant repositioning? 


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[color=gray][h2]P.G.101, The School Room[/h2][/color]
[@Xandrya]

"9-1-1. What's you're emergency?" An American accent had picked up. A woman who sounded like maybe she was from the east cost... then again, maybe not... "Where's your location? Who am I speaking with?"

But then the voice shifted from the American accent, to the distinct English sass Angelica enjoyed utilizing regularly, "Exactly when did you get sucked into the daycare, my dear? I think I might have dozed off."

The copy of the bear that Michelle had placed down, would no longer be in the spot she'd left it. Gone without a trace, almost as if it's existence was imaginary. [i]No more hugging friend bear for this broken individual.[/i] Angelica giggled at their own thoughts, [i]I wouldn't want her to accidently throw up on me, considering I'd just had a bath.[/i]

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[@Squirrel98]

Angelica sat on the desk, exactly where Michelle had placed them. The bear was silent.

If Amanda listened closely, she'd hear Nigel's giggles coming from inside the phone booth. She'd be disappointed by what made the sound though. It wasn't the phone or an answering machine. It'd be three stuffed platypuses sitting directly near the phone. One orange, one white, one pink.

Each eggbutt took turns giggling, if only to make themselves sound like a single entity. And in this case, they sounded like Amanda's son. They were giggling at Michelle. Angelica was cleverly playing a trick on the poor dear. And they thought it was the greatest thing ever! 

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[@Squirrel98] [@Xandrya]

Should either of the mothers decide to look about the room further, Wormy sat silently in the top left drawer of the desk. The little guy was pleased with himself after solving the riddle a long time ago. He decided to take naps in this room. It was a compacted dark area- [i]his favorite[/i] type of spot.

A code on a sticky note for the phone booth? Lay directly under him? [i]Perhaps[/i]. Maybe the note had shifted with his shuffling. As salty as Wormy normally was, the little guy was simply too tuckered out to bother, should anybody disturb his chosen sleepy hideout.