Blue Moon Potions, Potables and Ponderings
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Bartender, do you have a plasma drink that helps ease troubles? I could really use that right now. I have lost my lot, my house and my almost full collection of paranormal things. It is a disaster! The past few days I have been forced to sleep in the crypts of a graveyard while trying to sort this mess out.
See I decided to take a break from my job as a paranormal investigator and stepped through a portal to spend a few generations helping a tribe evolve from the Stone Age. Very pleasant people, no sense of fashion. I am quite convinced a spell caster has a portal set to dump their unwanted clothes among my tribe because every birthday they end up in the most awful clothes. I mean hot pink is not a Stone Age look. And fishnets are for fishing. And what in the name of the Watcher do some of them use to colour their hair? Never mind, I don’t want to know.
Anyhow their civilization was coming along nicely and I needed a break from taking care of their fashion crimes and get back to my old life. After all there really is no place like ones first home. I had had it since before I was turned into a vampire so it had sentimental value to me. And then there was also my hidden basement with paranormal collections. Considering how long I had been gone I was expecting there to be need for repairs, some new wallpapers, maybe replace the roof and plenty of cleaning for the bone maid.
But you know what I see when I arrive at my old lot? A nightclub. At first I thought there must be some kind of mistake seeing as a lot had changed over the years. But no, apparently sometime after I left to help the tribe the city declared my home abandoned and had it replaced with the nightclub. And as an extra insult the party fashion appears to be neon coloured fish net. I can’t even…
Oh, it seems my glass is empty. May I have another one?
See I decided to take a break from my job as a paranormal investigator and stepped through a portal to spend a few generations helping a tribe evolve from the Stone Age. Very pleasant people, no sense of fashion. I am quite convinced a spell caster has a portal set to dump their unwanted clothes among my tribe because every birthday they end up in the most awful clothes. I mean hot pink is not a Stone Age look. And fishnets are for fishing. And what in the name of the Watcher do some of them use to colour their hair? Never mind, I don’t want to know.
Anyhow their civilization was coming along nicely and I needed a break from taking care of their fashion crimes and get back to my old life. After all there really is no place like ones first home. I had had it since before I was turned into a vampire so it had sentimental value to me. And then there was also my hidden basement with paranormal collections. Considering how long I had been gone I was expecting there to be need for repairs, some new wallpapers, maybe replace the roof and plenty of cleaning for the bone maid.
But you know what I see when I arrive at my old lot? A nightclub. At first I thought there must be some kind of mistake seeing as a lot had changed over the years. But no, apparently sometime after I left to help the tribe the city declared my home abandoned and had it replaced with the nightclub. And as an extra insult the party fashion appears to be neon coloured fish net. I can’t even…
Oh, it seems my glass is empty. May I have another one?
