Topic: The Wishing Washer vs. Mr. Yuk

APoppySwift

Date: 2008-05-16 17:17 EST
The Wishing Washer vs. Mr. Yuk And other moments from an absurd job...

It was a rather humbling job, but there was no way that anyone would wonder enough to try an find out who was under the mask, right' She couldn't imagine anyone would really want to stop her, as she was busy cleaning up the hundreds of Mr. Yuk stickers that had suddenly started to sprout throughout the city like a bright green mold.

If only she could have made enough sales — she wouldn't have to be picking up a second job....a job that required a cape.

Her costume was ridiculous. It had a cowl in two colors with small white wings above the ears, like they would actually help her fly to the next cleanup site. There were leather boots and gloves that made her ten times hotter than cotton would have, and the cape was pulling down and making her back hurt. But money earned is money paid. Aside from paying for the two-tone white and blue suit she was required to wear, she also had to provide the replacement when the "W" on the front peeled off every other day. A silver for a stinking sticker"

...if she never saw another sticker ever again, she would have seen a hundred too many.

So, from one site to the next went the superhero, cleaning up, tossing out the Mr. Yuk stickers, and leaving a sign in her wake that read: WATCH OUT FOR THE WISHING WASHER!

The Wishing Washer Was Wiping Waste For The Whistling-Wishing Washer Co.!

Catch the Wishing Washer out on the prowl and receive one wish*

*wishes limited to a 1 silver off coupon for one washing at the Whistling-Wishing Washer Co. One her first day, no one seemed to notice or approach, but more of these signs were being put up, and she was worried someone might actually catch up to her in her superhero costume and want some sort of wish or trouble or coupons.

She'd probably punch them in the face, if she didn't think she needed the job. Too bad it paid so well.

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((This is open to anyone who might like a little interaction with the Wishing Washer. Feel free to reply here. Special thanks to Carley-mun for her playable: Mr. Yuk!))

Bradley Kaiser

Date: 2008-05-17 13:12 EST
He probably wouldn't have noticed it if Adalia hadn't mentioned it. Bradley rarely took the time to inspect the outside of his store-front, but his daughter, Adalia, spent much of her time skating around the property. So when she came zooming down the hallway on her skates covered in green stickers, Bradley didn't know what to think.

"They're all over the front, Dad!" The ten year old, covered in green Mr. Yuk stickers, proceeded to skate in circles around her father.

"What?" Bradley sighed. This couldn't possibly get any worse. They were behind on orders already and now he had to go clean the store front of billions of stickers" Not his idea of a great day. Grumbling, Bradley followed his daughter through the side door and around to the front of KAISER GLASSWORKS. What he saw made him want to scream.

Dozens and dozens of Mr. Yuk stickers covered the front of his building. HE didn't even know why. They were a glass shop...why would someone do this" Stepping forward, he reached to peel one from the picture window. Parts of it were still stuck. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Dad.."

"Not now Ada. Go inside and tell Ryan to bring window cleaner and goo-gone." Bradley silently fumed.

"But Dad!"

"What!?" Thirty year old Bradley Kaiser spun around to face his sticker covered daughter. She grinned up at him, her shirt and face dotted with the Mr. Yuk stickers she'd managed to peel off the front door.

"The Wishing Washer will wipe it away."

He stared blankly at her. "The what?"

Adalia rolled her eyes as though this was information her grown-up father should already know. "Yanno...the Wishing Washer!" When Bradley didn't say anything, Adalia threw her hand out and twirled around. "It's a superhero, Dad! She cleans up messes. I saw a poster that said she was cleanin' up the stickers!"

Bradley chuckled. A superhero who cleans up stickers" Oddly enough, he didn't doubt something like that existed, though, he figured Adalia must have interpreted something incorrectly. "Go on..."

Ada hopped in place, expertly landing the two inch hop on her skates. She's a master, folks. "This is what it said. I memorized it! 'Watch out for the Wishing Washer! The Wishing Washer was wiping waste for Whistling-Wishing Washer Company!" The ten year old had a great photographic memory and said it so fast that Bradley almost didn't understand her. "And guess what"!"

Bradley shrugged. "What, baby?" The partial sticker he'd peeled from the window was crumpled into a little ball.

"SHE GIVES AWAY A WISH! But only if I catch her. So dun' take the stickers off! I saw the poster Dad, it's real! She's gotta come clean here! ANd I'm gonna catch her!"

Adalia sounded very sure of herself...and he certainly didn't want to clean all this up himself. So, heaving a quiet sigh, Bradley conceeded. "Alright, punky. Two days. If she's not here in two days, then we'll have to clean it up."

Adalia squealed happily and began to skate in circles around her father again. Bradley just chuckled and went back inside. Adalia followed, but hid by the window to wait for her prey. She'd sit here the whole two days if she had to—a free wish was just too good to pass up!

APoppySwift

Date: 2008-05-18 20:53 EST
The Wishing Washer vs. Kaiser Glassworks Or, how to ruin a window in seventy easy strokes...

"If I see one....more....sticker— Humph!" The Wishing Washer was still hard at work, but it seemed like the Mr. Yuk stickers were never ending. She had been though parts of the market, peeling and scraping and scratching, often facing a need to remove her gloves so that she could use her fingernails to get the remnants of a sticker.

It really was beginning to get ridiculous. When was the trail of stickers going to end" Was it really worth the money' That stinking "W" she was required to wear on the front of the costume certainly wasn't worth the money — replacing it nearly every day now was costing her a silver she really didn't want to spend, and cleaning the uniform was another three silvers. She didn't even get a discount from the Whistling-Wishing Washer Co.!

As she approached the next venue, she added a few stickers to the large Mr. Yuk ball she had been collecting — it was beginning to get too large to carry along easily. Maybe she needed a bag for her costume.

The Wishing Washer noted the name of the business, speaking it quietly into the almost empty street, "Kaiser Glassworks?" An eyebrow went up, then she muttered to herself, "...don't see them replacing their window after these stickers, though. Glass" Glassworks" Makes sense to me..." She wasn't bitter. Much.

The first tool in her newly acquired "Bucket of Justice" was a bottle of glass cleaner, which she used to spray what remained of the stickers all over the front window. For a moment, she thought for sure she saw a small, smiling face pressed against the glass, but when she looked again, there didn't seem to be anything there.

So, she shook off the thought and started to scrape at the wet stickers with a rather harsh metal scraping tool. The sound was fairly horrific, not to mention it was likely that the window would be scratched in the sticker's wake.

She was working with what they gave her, right?

Little Miss

Date: 2008-05-19 15:26 EST
It's amazing how much fun sitting at a window can be when you've got great expectations. Adalia sang songs that she made up in her head, played 'count the number of people who walk by', and 'spot the elf'. Waiting wasn't that much of a task, but when you had to go to the bathroom, it posed a problem.

What if the Wishing Washer came by while she was gone" This would certainly be a tragedy. Caitlin, the sales girl, offered to keep an eye on the window for Adalia while she went to the bathroom, but the ten year old didn't want to take any chances. She'd wait until the last possible second.

Eventually, her skates had come off and she moved into a corner where she could sit on her feet and observe the window easily. It seemed as though all hope would be lost—and then...there she was. Adalia screamed loudly when she spotted The Wishing Washer approach. Smiling, she quickly ducked away so she wouldn't be spotted and then proceeded to crawl beneath the chairs that lined the window.

Caitlin watched, amused, from the opposite side of the room. Adalia's antics never ceased to amuse her. This would be good for the little girl. She needed something exciting like this in her life. Cait gave Ada a thumbs up, followed by a wink and then watched as Adalia sprung from beneath a chair towards the door to open in.

*Ding*

The bell sounded as the door crashed open, heralding the ten year olds presence. Adalia bounded towards the cape-clad Wishing Washer with a beaming smile on her face. Her copper-toned hair was in braided pig-tails and she was dressed eclectically in a montage of various colors and patterns. She was a modern day Rainbow Brite. She wore a pink feather boa around her neck, a short sleeved purple shirt with a lime green jumper overtop. Long, rainbow colored toe-socks reached all the way up past her knees.

"I found you!" The ten year old giggled wildly and hopped in place a few times. "Do I really get a wish"!"

APoppySwift

Date: 2008-05-19 17:32 EST
The Wishing Washer vs. Better Judgment Or, how to ensure loads and loads of trouble...

Really, if she were being honest with herself, the Wishing Washer would count herself lucky that the first person to really confront her had been a little girl. After all, little girls were often much more forgiving than adults (and certainly far more forgiving than older brothers!) Her window scraping stopped, and the tool was set down on the ledge in front of the frame.

"That depends, Miss." The Wishing Washer had to play her part. Hands on her hips, she turned and looked down at the brightly colored girl, her voice deepening to sound more superhero. "What are your policies on stickers?"

It almost seemed silly to ask, simply because it didn't matter so much who was placing the stickers around town as who was cleaning them up. And she was being paid to clean them up, so getting caught was obviously part of the business. Still, it would feel good if she ever had the chance to stop The Sticker Sticker (which was the name she gave, in jest, to her new arch-nemesis.)

"No, nevermind that." It was a very human moment from someone who was supposed to act superhuman. She waved off the original question to the little girl, and then gave her a thumbs up. "Congratulations, brave girl! I cannot grant all wishes, but you may ask one of me." It couldn't hurt to ask, right' She might even be able to help.

Little Miss

Date: 2008-05-30 01:51 EST
It was a dream come true to the ten year old. She wiggled her her toes in excitement as The Wishing Washer spoke. Her words were like icing on the proverbial cake of happiness. To a dying little girl, the chance at having a wish granted was beyond imaginable.

Adalia giggled and tugged on the ends of her hair, looking wide-eyed up at The Wishing Washer. She was gorgeous and Adalia decided then and there that if she was able to grow up, she was going to get a job being a super hero, too.

"That depends, Miss."

Adalia grinned.

What are you policies on stickers?"

What were her policies on stickers"! They were the devil! Satan. The old lady next door who made Adalia eat Raisin Bran when she babysat. Stickers had become the bane of her existence ever since she found out that The Wishing Washer existed. Adalia hated stickers and would continue to do so until her new idol told her to stop. Giving a little jump, she opened her mouth to express such sentiments. However, she was cut off before she even began.

"No, nevermind that. Congratulations, brave girl! I cannot grant all wishes, but you may ask one of me."

Life just became five billion times better. Here it was! Her chance! A wish...and she could decide all for herself. So what would a dying girl wish for, you think? Well, one who's accepted her inevitable death wants something a bit different than the average dying child.

"Uhm...well, I've wanted this since I met Trinala, but then she turned out to be kinda mean. She was nasty to my uncle Ethan and my aunt Chase. So I hope they're not all bad. But what I really want is a pixie. A nice one...one who will be my friend and play with me because I don't have friends. I just moved here." Big blue eyes stared up at The Wishing Washer expectantly. It was obvious Adalia expected The Wishing Washer to whip a pixie out of thin air.

APoppySwift

Date: 2008-06-02 13:12 EST
The Wishing Washer vs. Possible Insanity Or, how Rhy'Din facilitates and exacerbates the lie...

The little girl wanted a pixie" The Wishing Washer looked at her knew ally against stickers, and even though she was completely unaware of that fact, she still felt a strange sort of kinship with the young girl. Maybe it was how excited she looked to just see the alleged superhero' Probably, though, it was just that the hopeful little girl reminded the Wishing Washer of herself at a very young age — the youthful optimism that often followed unicorns and gnomes and pixies.

"Well..." Something told her that she couldn't lie to the little girl. She wasn't a real superhero, after all. "The think about pixies, and the thing about little girls..."

And then something caught her eye in the reflection of the window. For a second, the Wishing Washer leaned in to look at the reflection, squinting through the mask that had yet to fade in the wash. "Uh....really?" It was practically a whisper, like the Wishing Washer couldn't imagine she was actually seeing what she was seeing.

Her attention turned back to the little girl, as she slowly back away. "You know, you're the first little girl to greet the Wishing Washer, so I think I can actually grant your wish if you promise to keep an eye out for the nefarious Sticker Sticker." And then her hand came up to signify that she was trying to be quiet, an index finger crossing her lips.

"And if you see the Sticker Sticker you can—" She was creeping up on something small in the street, trying to be nonchalant and stealthy. "You can come and....tell....me!"

And then there was a gigantic leap from the Wishing Washer, sending her red cape into the air and up over her head. There might have been a muffled "Gotcha!" in there, but it would be hard to tell for sure.

The Wishing Washer finally got to her feet and turned around, though her upper-half was still covered by the misplaced red cape, and there was a distinct glow filtered through the fabric. With a flick of her wrist, she shooed the cape off, and then grasped at the ball of light trying to escape through the air.

Would anyone really believe it' Could anyone really believe that the Wishing Washer was actually about to grant someone actual, factual wish' There was a big grin on her face as she knelt down in front of Adalia and the Kaiser Glassworks, holding out the small pixie that she had plucked from its walk down the street. Really, what were the odds that the Wishing Washer could make this little girl's dream come true"

((Additional playable courtesy of JewellRavenlock and the Strange Creatures Spotted Throughout City Playable. For more information, visit the Playable URL, and much thanks to the proprietors of both the Mr. Yuk! Playable and this Playable.))

Little Miss

Date: 2008-06-04 13:40 EST
One thing her father had vowed never to do was lie to his daughter. And he didn't...at least not with the things that truly mattered. She only had a small amount of time in this life and he didn't want to waste it telling her silly lies. So during her ten years of life, Adalia had learned to tell the signs of when she was about to be told bad news.

A sad little frown creased girlish features when The Wishing Washer began with, "Well..."

But! New hope flashed in the little one's eyes. When The Wishing Washer signaled for her to be quiet, Adalia bobbed her head up and down excitedly. She didn't know what was about to happen, but it sounded as though her dream would come true! She watched on in true admiration as her Heroine attempted to make her dreams come true.

As The Wishing Washer jumped, so did Adalia. A gasp flew past small, rosepetal lips as she waited in anticipation. Finally, she could be silent no more. "I promise, Wishing Washer! I promise to help you vanquish the Nefery....the nifory...the...the.....the Sticker Sticker!"

Adalia rushed over to meet The Wishing Washer on her trek back, trying desperately to see what it was that she held in her hands. An excited squeal escaped when the little ball of light was spotted. "You got it! You got it! You really got it!"

"Lemme see!" She exclaimed as The Wishing Washer knelt down in front of her. Eagerly, Adalia peered over her cupped hands and as the light began to fade, she jumped back in surprise. "It's her!" Adalia hopped up and down, pointpointing to the pixie in The Wishing Washer's hands. "It's the pixie from my dreams!"

Apparently, this was just too much for the ten year old to handle. She hopped up and down again, releasing pent up excitement. "It's Pippi!"

At this point, the little pixie poked her head over the tops of The Wishing Washer's fingers. This bouncing, colorful little girl was being quite loud...but made her curious. Multi-colored wings perked up at the sound of her name. Pippi had no idea who this little girl was, but she'd just made a new friend in that instant. The little pixie darted over to Adalia and climbed onto her head, tipping upside down to peer at her curiously.

"Hi!" They both exclaimed to each other at once.

Adalia giggled and tore her attention away from Pippi long enough to grin at The Wishing Washer. Stocking covered feet made little noise as she rushed over and threw her arms around the costume clad Wishing Washer. "Thank-you. She's just like I dreamed she would be." One last squeeze was given before Ada let her Heroine go. "We'll both watch out for the Sticker Sticker, we promise!"



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APoppySwift

Date: 2008-06-04 15:39 EST
The Wishing Washer vs. Past Experience Or, How something seemed to work out for a change. "It's her!"

"It's the pixie from my dreams!"

How was that even possible" The Wishing Washer raised an eyebrow, but it was more reactionary, and therefore went primarily unnoticed....especially since her cowl hid nearly all of her facial expressions. But if it didn't, then Adalia and her little pixie Pippi might have seen how ruffled the alter-ego's feathers really were. Which is to say: very much so.

The Wishing Washer eyed the little pixie and had to think back to her childhood friend (it hardly mattered if she was imaginary, right") There had been good reasons for her to have an imaginary friend; reasons that might cause any child to call a phantom forward. Except, her imaginary pixie friend was bigger, so she could play the part of a best friend, sister, and occasionally substitute.

But all of that seemed to get pushed back when the Wishing Washer saw how happy the little girl was, and how happy her Pixie friend, Pippi was. They were both quite a sight together, and she couldn't imagine how anyone wouldn't want a picture for the Cherished Instances collection.

And the hug" How could she top that"

The Wishing Washing was having a hard time not tearing up at the whole scene, and it wasn't because she happened to be standing on the side of a public street with underwear on the outside of her clothes. No, she could see that there was a chance that the superhero sticker removal gig was going to mean more than just removing stickers, and was starting to understand that anyone would expect more than sticker removal from someone wearing a coordinating spandex costume, complete with cape and boots.

The good thing, though, was that she already seemed to have two allies. As the girl and her pixie friend proclaimed their allegiance to the Wishing Washer, she could see that there might be some room in Rhy'Din for another do-gooder. It certainly couldn't hurt, right"

Her reply was swift and decisive, "The city will thank you for your vigilance, young friends. And the Wishing Washer will come by again to award you both with honorary member cards for the Wishing Washer Fanclub!" She figured the rather juvenile name would probably go over much better than the alternative: The Rhy'Din Citizen Crime Prevention Coalition.

And then she saluted the girl and her pixie, thinking about how things seemed to work out once in a while, despite the past. "Number One" Number Two' Keep up the good work!"

APoppySwift

Date: 2008-07-02 05:26 EST
The Wishing Washer vs. The Sticker Sticker - Part 1 Or, how to be in the right place at the wrong time...

As Carley jaunted her way inside, she made no effort to suppress the yawn escaping her mouth. Scratching lazily at her head, feathered beret was adjusted before she glanced around almost cautiously. Breathing a sigh of relief, she shut the door behind her and started strolling for the bar— Mr.Yuk sticker worn like a badge.

As with most superheroes, the Wishing Washer came with an alter-ego, but that was really where the similarities with other superheroes ended. Poppy Swift was not often called "mild mannered," and when described by anyone who knew her well, her name would often precede words such as "plucky' and statements that contained phrases like "willing to do just about anything for coin."

So, what was this part-time superhero doing when her arch nemesis arrived" Why, working her second job (the one that involves being at the Red Dragon Inn sometime in the afternoon,) of course " the one that didn't involve a costume.

She glances around at how the Inn's filling up, immediately catching sight of that bright green Mr. Yuk sticker on the blonde's shirt. And she almost knocks several things over on the table, making quite a racket.

Carley's knapsack was holstered higher on her shoulder as she paused by the bar, peering around for a tender, though a series of blinks ensued when she heard all sorts of noise and such.

Pippi, who was now standing on her best human friend, Ada's head and twirling around, paused to stare at Carley. The pixie's wings snapped tightly against her back. She eyed the Mr. Yuk sticker and tugged on Ada's hair to get her attention. "Wait a minute, Pippi!" Adalia pointed at a lady in the other direction, her attention somewhere else.

Poppy looked at Carley over for a moment, hazel eyes searching for more signs of stickers, trying not to draw attention to herself. She couldn't just blame this person because they had a Mr. Yuk sticker " she needed to be sure that it was the right person.

Shaking her head, Carley's bright blues rolled before she slipped behind the bar to rummage around a bit and produce a bottle of blueberry juice. Some peanuts were snatched up off the bar and stuffed into a pocket before coins were dropped in a till. She moved back to the patron's side, pausing when another patron addressed her. A glance left and right, before quirking a confused smile. There was a short conversation with the patron, and as she talked, a Mr. Yuk sticker was pulled from yet another pocket and Carley affixed said sticker to the top of the bar.

Pippi was going nutso on little Adalia's head, chimes and bells sounding as she tried to get Adalia's attention. When her buddy did so, she began to hop up and down. "YOU'RE THE STICKER STICKER"!" Adalia jumped up, eyes wide as she stared at Carley putting stickers on the bar.

"I dunno what kind of juice ya like?" Furrowing her brows briefly, Carley held up her own bottle, continuing a conversation from earlier. "Blueberry may?" And she's cut off by the exclamation of the girl. "The Sticker what...?"

"The nefer— the nifory— the Sticker Sticker!" Adalia pointed accusingly at Carley. Pippi did the same from atop the little girls head.

There was a very visible wince, as Poppy heard the little girl she knew to be her first fan, pointing out the culprit she had been secretly chasing for more than a month. Finishing up what was left of her business was proving harder with each distraction.

Carley couldn't help but roll her eyes at Adalia. "I dunno what yer talkin' about, half pint."

Adalia skated towards the bar. "She's the one who's puttin' up stickers all over the place. Like my Daddy's shop! She's an evil villain!!!" Pippi jumped off of Ada's shoulder and fluttered towards the bar, tiny fingers set to prying the sticker from it's surface.

"Evil villain" What the he?" Cutting herself off, Carley noted to herself that Ada was a child and all. Pippi was eyed, then the kid, then Pippi, then Ada....it goes on like that for a little bit "Oooooh." A light bulb goes off, even if a little dim.

At the bar, the Keeper of Air, and Poppy's older brother, Soerl Lute, peered into the mug, after observing a few exchanges between people. He had the ability to blend into a crowd, if he felt it. Maybe he'd had too much already. He slid the half-full mug of ale off to the side.

Finally opening her juice, Carley sipped from it while she turned to stare in the same direction everyone else seemed to be looking.

"No! She is." Adalia climbed onto a stool and leaned over to help Pippi peel the sticker off the bar. "The Wishing Washer's gonna get you, Sticker Sticker. She's got magic. She gave me Pippi and now she's gonna find you." Adalia looked up at Carley. "Give up yer stickers!"

Finishing up her business was taking far too long. Poppy kept herself focused, though. After all, there could be no moonlighting as a superhero without a day job to pay the bills.

Carley's brows lifted some at the dragon before she turns to Adalia and....laughed. "Give up my stickers" No way! I like 'em! And who is this Wishing Washer?" A snort. "Find me. I'm real scared..."

Finally finished, Poppy started to frantically shove things back into her bag.

"Oh she will!" Countered the ten year old. "And you'll be sorry! Don't make me sic Pippi on you! She'll steal all your stickers away!" Pippi jumped up, shaking her head. Bells chimed loudly, the pixie despised talking and Ada miraculously seemed to be able to understand. It was like some kind of dream come true.

Carley snorts towards the pixie "Just try pipsqueak. Says the 4'10 girl....

Once her things were "away," Poppy slipped out of the booth. Her first stop was where Soerl was, shoving her bag full of Zeppa Soda items into his arms. "Brother, you must hold this."

Soerl blinked repeatedly at Poppy's seemingly sudden appearance. "Uh....very well." He took the bag.

Poppy didn't even have time for a 'thank you,' before she disappeared out the front door of the Inn.

Adalia poked Pippi. The pixie stared up at Carley. She didn't like being called pip-squeak. Ada turned back to beam. "That's Pippi." Pointing at the pixie who was darting quickly towards Carley's bag, aiming to get inside. "She's my best friend. And!" Glaring up at Carley now. "She's gonna steal all your stickers away so you can't put them up anymore!"

" H...hey!!" She spins around in place, trying to keep the bag away from Pippi. "They're not even in there! As she spins, blueberry juice is squirted in her direction. Or everywhere. Whichever.

"That was odd," Soerl murmured, as he watches Poppy go.

Ada's attention was distracted. She grinned over at a patron, trying to explain the origin of her pixie friend. "Yeah! So cute! I caught The Wishing Washer and she gave me a wish! I wished for Pippi and she gave her to me!"

Pippi's bells clanged obnoxiously as she darted around Carley, looking for an entrance into the bag, obviously not believing her. "Sticker Sticker!" She cried in her little pixie voice, this time, divebombing the bag.

And, of course, Soerl dropped his sister's bag when he got up. It makes large amounts of noise when it hits the floor. "Ah, damn it all..." A grumble followed.

Carley shrieked as Pippi made her way into the bag "'Ey! Get outta there!? She started shaking the bag.

APoppySwift

Date: 2008-07-02 05:35 EST
The Wishing Washer vs. The Sticker Sticker - Part 2 Or, how to render a superhero useless with a fancy spinkick...

The person who came through the door was no Poppy. In fact, the person who returned was dressed as a superhero, though she was hopping on one foot as she zipped up her red leather boot. There was still a drycleaner tag on her red cape, too. But, once inside the Inn, The Wishing Washer put her foot down and pointed directly at Carley. "STOP, EVIL DOER!"

Carley stopped, as she was being called an evil doer. Ironic isn't it' Bright blues widen at the Wishing Washer and she gapes. "...huh!?"

Adalia watched on, amused. Inside the bag, Pippi found no stickers, but the Sticker Sticker must keep them somewhere! It took a bit of doing with all that bag shaking, but she managed to get out and began pelting Carley with the peanuts she'd grabbed while in the bag. Pixie-ish laughter filled the air. The rest of the peanuts were tossed in the air at the sight of their heroine.

Carley was being pointed at and pelted with peanuts! She was sooo confused looking! "I TOLD YOU!" Adalia bounced up and down on the stool, cheering loudly for The Wishing Washer. "You're here!" she exclaimed, beaming.

Soerl blinked at the apparent hero who had stormed in. The minstrel hadn't seen one of those in awhile. He glanced over at Carley, then to the little girl. "Hm. Not boring at all."

The Wishing Washer was still pointing, maybe trying to reel in some form of temperance. For a moment, she eyed the bag on the floor where Soerl had been, then looked toward him, giving him a "look."

Soerl lifted a brow after getting eyed. He obviously didn't put everything together right away. Immediately afterward, he looked around, quite confused.

Then, the Wishing Washer's attention turned to little Adalia. "You've done a fine job, Number One! And you, Number Two!" Pippi was obviously Number Two. Carley finally took in the Wishing Washer" and the outfit' and then" She laughed. Pointed, and laughed. Hard.

"Hitting is bad!" Squeaked the little pixie. Pippi ducked when a swipe was made for her, then darted over to settle on Ada's shoulder.

The Wishing Washer had more to worry about than she might have thought. "Laughing in the face of justice will bring you nothing but hours and hours of community service." And she had a foot over Carley in height, alone. So, the Wishing Washer stepped forward and took hold around Carley's arm.

Adalia saluted The Wishing Washer and giggled. "She stuck one to the counter, but me and Pippi got it off." The ten year old watched the villain as she was apprehended, riveted on the events that were taking place.

"Hey!" Carley scowled at the Wisher Washer. "Who do ya think you are" The Flash?" Now was the time for her great escape, so in an attempt to distract, her juice (what remnants there were) was flung at the Wishing Washer's face as she moved to leap from stool to bar top.

A face full of juice was enough to get the Wishing Washer to let go, but it didn't stop her from trying to catch the Sticker Sticker. Chairs and anything in her path were knocked over, as she tried unsuccessfully to wipe the drink out of her eyes with a glove hand, while the other grabbed a bit blindly (and desperately) for Carley. "Hey, stop!"

"Help! She's gettign away!" Adalia pointed towards the escaping Carley, horrified.

"This appears to be getting out of hand..." A quiet observation from Soerl. His eyes moved between the hero and villain.

Standing on the bar, even as the Wishing Washer managed to take hold of one of her ankles, Carley was gritting her teeth. She kicked half-heartedly at the woman. "Lemme go!" It was time for her to escape. So with a bit of magic a semi-transparent whip appeared in hand, and with a ker-snap it snapped out towards the rafters, taking hold of one of the beams. Was she about to pull an Indie here"

Ada explained the offenses to anyone listening " most of the patrons seemed in shock. "She put stickers alllll over town — even my Daddy's shop! All over the window. Lots of 'em! We had to get a new one!"

"Why don't you do somethin'!!" Carley screeched out at Soerl, in her process of....whatever she was doing or trying to do.

The Wishing Washer was jumping and trying to get a really good grip on the Sticker Sticker. And she also looked at Soerl, teeth gritted. "Yes, do something, citizen soldier!" Hinthint!

Soerl lifted a brow at Carley and the Wishing Washer. "Very well." The key in his pocket glows for a moment, a strong gust of wind whooshing across the bar.

And, in the middle of all of the action, The Wishing Washer stops her pursuit of the evil doer, Carley, and sort of stares at Soerl for a moment, mouth agape. "That's it" A breeze?" Comedic pause, anyone"

Of course, Soerl realized the Wishing Washer's secret identity and he blinked at her for a moment or two. "A tornado didn't seem necessary."

That gust of wind was enough to knock little ole' Carley off the bar, screeching all the while. Holding tight to the whip in her hands she sort of just swings about, blown every which way, cursing up a storm. Spinning around by way of the wind, leg extended out inadvertently in something of? a really fancy spinkick"

"Oh, well, that's?" The Wishing Washer was about to make a plucky comment, when she got a surprising foot to the head. Nothing major, it seemed, but it was enough to knock her back, which caused her to trip over a chair she'd knocked down, ending up right at the feet of Adalia and her pixie, Pippi. Which, of course, gave Carley and opportunity to get out.

Carley winced, as she actually hadn't meant to kick anyone in the head. There wasn't much to be done about it though. The whip in her hands disappeared, sending her to the floor on her rump. "Oof!" Scrambling back to her feet, assorted parties who were involved received glares as she held her knapsack closely and defensively. Something of an appreciative nod was sent to her allies before a single Mr.Yuk sticker was produced from pocket and tossed out on the floor — something of a trademark and a taunt possibly' With that, Carley whirled about to make a mad dash for the back door.

"Oohhhkay." Ethan Kaiser managed to get to Adalia before someone killed her. "Uncle Ethan says it's time to go. Your Dad's going to kill me." He hoisted Adalia up and threw her over his shoulder.

Ada screamed and kicked as she watched her Heroine fall. "No! Wait she's hurt!"

A gloved hand was held up, as the Wishing Washer waved off Adalia's comment. "No, I'm fine, Number One. You go! We'll save our fight for another encounter with the Sticker Sticker." Ham it up, Wishing Washer, ham it up.

Ethan paused, turned, and set his niece down. "So you're The Wishing Washer, hm?" Ethan shook his head. "You have no idea how much grief she'll give me if I don't help you right now." The Handyman held a hand out to the Wishing Washer.

A gloved hand reached up and took Ethan's, though he might end up finding that the glove was sticky from the juice that had been thrown in the Wishing Washer's face. "Oh, well, she is my Number One...."

Ada clung to her uncle, but peeked around him at the Wishing Washer.

The minstrel was watching the Wishing Washer. That whole situation had been rather odd to him. Not to mention he probably shouldn't have interfered.

Ethan shook his head, giving a one armed shrug. "She looks up to you, you know." Ethan wasn't sure if that was a gentle threat or something else. This "hero" didn't cut it in his book. She couldn't possibly be real and he didn't want his niece getting hurt. "You alright, now" No concussions or anything?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you." A nod and a smile was offered by the Wishing Washer to little Adalia.

Soerl was waiting. The minstrel had a few things to say to the Wishing Washer (or her mild-mannered alter ego, at least), but he wouldn't interfere.

Ethan nodded and sighed. "Well, I hope you catch your crook. That new window cost us a fortune." Ethan waved lazily at the Wishing Washer before heading towards the door. "Come on, Ada..."

Ada scampered off after her Uncle, she and Pippi giggling wildly.

It's the minstrel's turn to give the Wishing Washer a "look". Soerl continues to keep quiet though. He looks for his former mug of ale, but his gust of wind had apparently blown the mug behind the bar.

It seemed like the ordeal was, for the most part, over. Perhaps the Inn was safe again? In lieu of that, the Wishing Washer let out a bit of a long, uncharacteristic sigh, before righting all of the things she'd knocked down. "Everything all right, hero?" Soerl dropped down to the floor and moved over to where the Wishing Washer was.

When it seems like she was finished picking up her mess, she finally stopped and looked at Soerl. "For the moment, citizen." She couldn't exactly say what she wanted, could she" So, she used something code-like: "Well, I'm off to patrol the Market. Stay safe, Rhy'Dinians!" And then she headed for the door of the Inn.

Soerl wondered what to do with the bag that's on the floor. He made a face, then lifted the bag and slung it across his shoulder. He headed for the door as well.

((This is edited heavily from public play, with permission.))