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Who: Bill Cipher and YOU!
What: Graffiti, Cafe chats, and any prompt you throw my way
When: The week before Fairy Trial is set to air
Where: Various Places Around Vista City
Warnings: N/A Just Captain Crazy Pant's ranting

Haru was gone. Bill had known it for a while, if he was being honest with himself. Even if the girl had only now gotten the physical boot, his band mate's mind had been gone long before, ever since she returned from her absence. There was a feeling there, something nagging at the back of his skull, but it wasn't just sympathy, remorse, or mere anger.

It was disappointment. Why were people so insistent on following the rules? Didn't they see it made no difference! If Haru and Bolin hadn't been so well behaved, they wouldn't be gone now. This world was determined to run in its own stupid circle. Well not him.

If this world wanted to burn itself so badly, HE would do the burning. It was now or never! Time to take chances. Time to DO something. Vandalism in Progress needed to go back their roots, and Bill knew just how to it. It was time to bend some rules...

OOC: Various catchall prompts open to all! As always, remember Bill does have a regain of Omniscience, if you would like to trigger any memories!

EDIT: HEY GUYS just a heads up in case you are not following me on plurk; I am currently without a computer so tagging has been sporadic to say the least. Now that I have AC done I'll try and get to a coffee shop this weekend. Thank you all for being so patient, I am super psyched to get to your tags!

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"Ah, instead of getting her number, were you perhaps..." He can't think of any ulterior motives that one might have for chatting up waitresses. Of course, upon closer inspection, Keith can recognize a label-mate and match the face with the reputation.

With the razor-sharp puzzle-solving ability of a newborn, he inspects the number. It doesn't belong to the label. Is he just so charismatic that he's being given Bill's number? No, no... He's seen it before, somewhere...

"Is this supposed to be the rejection hotline, or some other recorded message?"

"Hahaha! Whoa, have a little faith in yourself, pal. Get a lotta those, do ya?"

Well, he was going to give his business card with the key to help the poor guy decode it, but after that line he might as well have a bit more fun first.

"Though I have given it to plenty of people; PULL UP A CHAIR."

He'll just twirl the card in his hands instead. Come on man, his 15 year old fans can get this one!

"Keith Goodman ain't it? You play the theremin."

Rather than protest, he moves on, even managing to make his boast sound humble: "The one and only. At your service, and pleased to meet you!"

Sadly, when Keith sits down to look at it again, he realizes it's only 'familiar' because it doesn't look like a proper number. His real self wouldn't know how to give his number to a woman if he tried; this altered self has probably given and received rejections in equal measure.

"Should I flag someone else down? If you've driven off your waitress, you won't be able to order."

~~Somebody order this man a brain.~~

~~Okay, but I hope you know cannibalism is frowned upon in most societies.~~

"I'm not worried; someone will be on it."

Can you guess who? Let's see how long it takes you to solve this mystery too. Besides; food was only half the reason he came to this place. The sax musician steeples his fingers, keeping up a friendly air while scrutinizing the newcomer all too obviously.

"Name's Bill! Bill Cipher; Vandalism in Progress. Come here often, Goodman? Hear the apple pie they got here's outta this world; supposed to blow your taste-buds sky high."

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yess i love your hovertext ///

Aw yay <333 (also OFFICIALLY back from hiatus now)

(Victory \o/!)

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