Seventh Theft

[icanhastail]

[Hey everyone, you know all that stuff that went missing?]

[It all just fell on Zidane. Out of his closet. And is currently burying him.]

[His Cambot was behind him as he went into his room, but a crash! brought it hurrying along right quick, only to find the monkeyboy literally covered in a pile of stuff from the open closet door like one of those cartoons. There's obviously lots of stuff from the theatre deck and even a couple of pieces of sports equipment from the recreation deck, but other things that can be see are a wooden Keyblade, a notebook, and.]

[Floating down to land on top of the pile.]

[A picture of a beautiful woman and a little girl who looks almost exactly like her.]

[...What do, SoL denizens. What do.]

Comments

[itsjustamike]

Good question. Looks like a lot of that belongs to other folks around here, though.

[icanhastail]

Then how'd it get in here?

[All right he's a thief, but he knows that stuff wasn't in there earlier.]

[itsjustamike]

Thaaat's another good question! [Not that Mike knows he's a thief, so he can't exactly accuse him of such.]

[icanhastail]

[And this is why Zidane isn't telling anyone.] You don't think the Servos could've done it, do you?

[itsjustamike]

Well, I wouldn't put it past them...but they're not the stealthiest robots in space, really.

[icanhastail]

Yeah, you got that right - guess it's gotta be something else. Too bad, they would've been easy to understand.

[itsjustamike]

Maybe sometime we will figure it out.

[icanhastail]

Or with as weird as this place is, probably never.