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[ordinaryanimals]

[It's a cloudy mid-morning on THURSDAY, JANUARY 9, and the town is bustling as always. Many people are quite excited about the second batch of new arrivals; though they're not getting quite the celebration the first round got, they still might find themselves being greeted by bizarrely friendly folk.

Out of place is a number of geese scattered around town, each with their own little messenger bag packed full of rolled up parchment. They're putting the papers up all over, on fence posts and market stalls and storefronts, even stuffing them into mailboxes and leaving them on benches. Each paper is nearly identical, with large, blocky font and the occasional inky feather mark.

LOST
SEVERAL ITEMS OF GREAT IMPORT

SOMEONE HAS STOLEN FROM OUR HOMES THE FOLLOWING THINGS

ONE GOOSE-SIZED NIGHT CAP
THREE TEACUPS (PINK AND YELLOW FISH PRINT)
EXACTLY SEVEN AND A QUARTER LEFT SOCKS
AN APPLE CRUMBLE

IF FOUND PLEASE CONTACT
ADELICIA VON FARTHINGTON (THE FIFTH)
AT THE NORTH BANK OF THE LAKE

If stopped, the geese will be more than happy to talk at great length about how terrible this all is. Strangely, there appear to be a few other people and animals poking around as though looking for something, or acting a bit sullen for such an otherwise joyful day.]

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[emperorofselfdestruction]

[Being new and overwhelmed as it is, Starscream hardly takes any notice of the geese and their woes. He has enough of his own to deal with, thank you. He's only seven feet tall, he can't fly or shoot people, he has no idea where in the pit he is, and a bunch of humans and assorted organics keep calling him Jack, no matter how loudly he corrects them.

Unfortunately, his ill mannerisms have long since driven away his welcoming committee, so Starscream is now wandering Märchen in a state of visible bewilderment. His book and quill are being clutched tightly in his left hand, and he's wandering about as if the way home is just going to magically appear around the next corner. Whenever anyone startles him or gets too close, he yells at them and bares his claws.

Also, he keeps seeing suspiciously familiar looking turnip lanterns everywhere, which isn't helping his mental state at all.]

[topgun_textiles]

[He's looking from the paper to the geese. Then back at the paper again.]

The hell's a quarter of a sock? And the bakery's right down the street- can'tcha just buy another apple crumble?

helping cute little geese get their shit back- action

[jonathandammit]

[Jonathan's caught on to the whole 'missing items' problem, and while he hasn't lost anything himself, he's going to look out for it. Plus, it seems like it's not just the geese... if there are thieves here, then maybe this place isn't exactly a great fairy-story. Or maybe the thieves will be all caught in the end?

Hopefully.

After making the mistake of talking to some of the geese (when did his afterlife even degrade to talking to geese in the first place, they're not even demons-), Jonathan's decided to start actively searching for a stash, or anything of that sort.]

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[themortalson]

[He needs to work on his timing. Coming out of the forest for bullets, he didn't expect to be stopped by a goose and given the parchment. Bird doesn't even stop to tell him what the hell happened. Animals gather around as he reads it and two things...]

Who the hell steals seven and a quarter left socks?

[So they just... cut the last sock? Why's a goose wearing socks? No, thinking too much about this. He glances over at the fox.]

... You didn't do it, right?

[On his honor, the fox swears it wasn't him. As cunning and crafty as he is, with no command, the fox wouldn't steal. The items don't exactly come off to him as too important so he rolls up the parchment to look for bullets as he originally intended. If he comes across anything suspicious, then he might notify this... Adel-whatever.]

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[pishirogane]

[It's an opportunity to be more than just Beauty in the castle, but it's also an exercise of avoiding and timing. She'll return to the castle by sunset, but for now, she's quite interested in investigating the disappearing items between magic practice. Quite the curious predicament indeed.]

[So away again in another suit of fine tailoring and steed a whistle away, Naoto's taking her time in Marchen today after a moment's reprieve at Father Time's lake. Someone much have clues.]

[bellbound]

First swans, now geese...

[Why are there so many? Mogget is wandering around invisibly, as is his habit in the city now, and while there are always talking animals around, the geese usually stick to the lake. He reads the message, rolls his eyes, then decides to amuse himself by becoming visible not a few feet away from two of the geese, in a cat form that's three times his usual size, more like a leopard than a domestic cat.

Because why not. His eyes are fixed on the geese in a distinctly predatory fashion...]

[volcanic]

[ Being new, Iceland sure how he feels about this whole fairy tale getup. He can take the talking animals in stride (his best friend is a talking puffin, after all), but he's not sure what they'd need with lost items. However, he figures he can entertain the notion of being helpful - if only because it might give him some direction and he won't have to idle about awkwardly without any idea of what he's doing. ]

...What do geese want with night caps? [ He says aloud, after reading the list. ]

[kutanagi]

( Everyone seems to be looking for something today. She's been accosted by no less than three people (and animals) asking if she's seen a comb, a fork, three balls of yarn and several other items. She's also been asked if she's seen her hand in marriage. That one, she promptly declined with a "no".

In any case, she's now walking around the town with several sheets of paper, each with a list of missing items. The geese, of course, have given her another list, adding more to her already never-ending list of missing items. As if she hasn't got her own items to search for.

She sighs quietly (perhaps she really should be more firm about declining) before approaching someone with a smile. )

Hi there! I was wondering if you've seen a comb or three balls of yarn ... ( Yui glances at the papers in her hand, squinting at the handwriting on some of them. ) Or a cup that's used for coffee but can't be used for tea.

( Okay ... Well, she's got more if you're willing to listen. )

[espigeonage]

[Yuuya stretches his neck up. He's somewhat bigger than any of them, but can't reach his head as high. Ah well.]

Perhaps this is a trend! Myself I appear to be missing two pairs of glasses. [he brought a lot.] I must say, I admire your plumage.

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[perfectionisms]

[ Ugh, what a mess. But a small case is still a case, and beggars idle prosecutors can't be choosers. Franziska has sheets of paper and her quill on hand, ready to make notes. ]

All right, everyone form a proper line and tell me what you lost, where you last saw it, and why you think anyone would steal left socks without its pair.