“Volcano island, Indigo. That must be Zebrasil.” Ruby paused. “Or is it Ichelus? Anyway, there’s also these 10 women whose disappearance is associated with 2 more sims: Sylvata and, let’s see, Ribeata. According to this ‘Mole Times’ front page article here at least. So we’ve already found stuff.”
“OMG.” First of many. Ruby doesn’t like spiders. Or tentacles.
“Interesting. But what does it mean?” (exploding washer)
“At least it warmed up the place,” groused Indigo. “For a split second.” She shivers again.
End of Laffoon here, Indigo. And please keep up if you will.”
“More passages to the side before the crossover, though.”
“I’m here,” declares Indigo.
Ruby stares at the southward tableau. “Oil leak. Oil well… ink well. Ink leak. Dimensional rift? Let’s go see.”
“UUGH, Indigo. Giant pink frog!”
“I might throw up, Ruby. That stench!”
“And more lockers. Let’s just throw them all open at once this time.”
Indigo moves toward the wall and vomits.
“Sorry about that, Indigo. The santa hat may indicate recent activity, since this is Christmas season. That’s all I’ve got here.”
“Let’s get out of here, then.”
Their attention shifts northward. They walk to the other end of the corridor. Indigo immediately felt better after leaving behind the frog.
“OMG, Ruby. A club. *Casey’s* club.”
“You put that there,” Ruby accused.
“I put that there,” quickly admits Indigo.
“Stop doing that. This is serious.”
“Okay.” Indigo puts on her best “serious” face, making Ruby sigh and shake her head. “*Anyway* we’re moving out of Laffoon again now.” She boldly strides forward through the danger sign…
“Big surprise,” asserts Indigo, thinking of some other joke item she could rez.
“A *dead* parrot this time.”
“Another jack pumpkin head and another santa hat (not pictured)… combo of two holidays that don’t mesh well together — I should know. Being Mrs. Claus and all.”
“Ahh. *Finally* Indigo. The mystery is starting to come into focus. Serial killer! Bible must equal code, as in a code to crack. We’ll take these 2 items with us back to Collagesity.”
Then Ruby spots something else: a noxious looking puddle. Leaking from the other side.
“O-M-G.” They should have never left the laughs and guffaws of Laffoon.