Missing
Kallax
More than anything Kallax wanted to be an Action Hero. He was always prepared to create an improvised cape, his head poking thru a hole in a paper napkin; and spring into action. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had an unusual surplus of dreamers. the Face of Everyman knew from that moment that Kal’s mother had named him after a popular Ikea bookcase and storage unit; his future was irrevocably cast in stone.
Ozwald, Flying Ace
Ozwald told the story over and over again as long as someone else was buying the drinks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “I was returning from a secret night time sortie and as I was about to land I spotted incoming tracers. There, off my starboard wing, was The Blue Max, camouflaged as a Northwestern Crow. Jumping gee-hosa-fat, there was nothing else to do but clear my guns and roll into a classic aerial combat mode. Last I saw, he was trailing smoke.”
The venerable sage remained mute. He had his own “war stories”.
Concern
When pigeons feed they are so anxious that they’ll get less than others they push and shove towards the tiniest morsel. The newcomer to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa brought out heightened fears of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. They paused only a nano second to affirm with each other that the Crow figure was a sign; the threat of Famine was real. Their hysteria had the venerable saga wishing he’d had a second croissant with his morning Latte.
Daisy
Daisy wasn’t sure how much exposure to high levels of lead she could tolerate. So where ever she drank she kept her body as far away from questionable sources as possible.
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