Kazzy had grown to question and often despise the rules of the church as a religious organization that once imposed itself so heavily on her schooling and subsequently her social life. However, this did not mean that she had lost the ability or desire to recognize blessings in disguise. Like all good mystical things these particular blessings of late had come in three and the string bean, already busy with the ongoing pursuit of becoming the Patron Saint of Misguided Genius, soon managed to identify and embrace their obvious importance.
Fact 1: Tizzy Lizzy's taco stand had sold out of fish tacos two customers before Kazzy reached the front of the line to order.
Disguised Blessing 1: Tizzy Lizzy had gotten a bad batch of fish that day. This was only discovered the next day when a rash of food poisoning cases were reported.
Fact 2: Lou let his new assistant manager make the work schedule at Jugs. The assistant had double booked her shift and since Syrila didn't need to wear falsies while waitressing like Kazzy did, Kazzy got sent home.
Disguised Blessing 2: Grem had solved one of his cases. He was actually at his apartment with take out AND dessert courtesy of his latest payday. She spent the hours with him instead of the regulars who came for the wings and the girls in short shorts.
Fact 3: She had auditioned for a small part in the new 21twelve movie and had been bummed out when she received the notice that she'd been passed over for a more experienced and better-known face.
Disguised Blessing 3: She had picked up a copy of The RhyDin Post to read in the park on her lunch break from the new bathing suit shop where she had gotten hired as an extra set of hands for the busy season. The paper included an article voicing some concerns that the cast and script were not reflective of the city's true cultural flair. When she put the paper down the first sight she saw across the duck pond was a centaur man and an elven woman embracing in a seriously hot-and-heavy liplock. The combination of the article and the couple yanked Kazzy's mind from its normal spot in the gutter and set the misguided genius gears into motion instead.
"Holy frickerfracking McMakeout! Who better to show Rhydin than a native like me!"
And that, sweet friends, would form the humble beginnings of the lengthy, labor-intensive and low budget process of exploring love's many avenues within the multiverse's crossroads. She would forego scripted fare in favor of filming a documentary with the working title RhyMance.
Fact 1: Tizzy Lizzy's taco stand had sold out of fish tacos two customers before Kazzy reached the front of the line to order.
Disguised Blessing 1: Tizzy Lizzy had gotten a bad batch of fish that day. This was only discovered the next day when a rash of food poisoning cases were reported.
Fact 2: Lou let his new assistant manager make the work schedule at Jugs. The assistant had double booked her shift and since Syrila didn't need to wear falsies while waitressing like Kazzy did, Kazzy got sent home.
Disguised Blessing 2: Grem had solved one of his cases. He was actually at his apartment with take out AND dessert courtesy of his latest payday. She spent the hours with him instead of the regulars who came for the wings and the girls in short shorts.
Fact 3: She had auditioned for a small part in the new 21twelve movie and had been bummed out when she received the notice that she'd been passed over for a more experienced and better-known face.
Disguised Blessing 3: She had picked up a copy of The RhyDin Post to read in the park on her lunch break from the new bathing suit shop where she had gotten hired as an extra set of hands for the busy season. The paper included an article voicing some concerns that the cast and script were not reflective of the city's true cultural flair. When she put the paper down the first sight she saw across the duck pond was a centaur man and an elven woman embracing in a seriously hot-and-heavy liplock. The combination of the article and the couple yanked Kazzy's mind from its normal spot in the gutter and set the misguided genius gears into motion instead.
"Holy frickerfracking McMakeout! Who better to show Rhydin than a native like me!"
And that, sweet friends, would form the humble beginnings of the lengthy, labor-intensive and low budget process of exploring love's many avenues within the multiverse's crossroads. She would forego scripted fare in favor of filming a documentary with the working title RhyMance.