"Well, yes and no. There's two or three of them who stay at the Osborne Marine Mammal Research Center at the Brooklyn Aquarium, but for the most part they don't particularly enjoy staying on the surface long enough to have anything officially considered Y'ha-nthlei territory," Ray says. "Although about once a month their ambassador asks for a trip to the M&Ms store in Times Square. He's married to a human up Innsmouth way and they share a fondness for theobromine. As for the restless dead it's pretty much all the incorporeal kind now that we've persuaded Ivan von Stabbington's undead presidents to get back into their graves."
There's a faint takka-takka-takka from the direction of the Firehouse front door, and then a distinctly metallic "WHURF" sound. Ray grins. "That," he says, "would be my daughter's dog. He probably wants to say hi. Francis! Come!"
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Date: 2009-09-04 02:35 am (UTC)There's a faint takka-takka-takka from the direction of the Firehouse front door, and then a distinctly metallic "WHURF" sound. Ray grins. "That," he says, "would be my daughter's dog. He probably wants to say hi. Francis! Come!"
See the icon for what comes trotting around the corner.