Utterly Mad

Michael, the burrito eating mafioso

You order their famed burrito to test your stomach's meddle in the combat of digestion. Your meal arrives on a huge platter, with the burrito sitting neatly to the side with some rice and refried beans. And steam is radiating off the food, it looks really good. The guard's haven't even noticed you coming in, they keep eating their queso and yammering on about things.

"So you saw the game last night right?"

"No I haven't, daughter hogged the TV last night to find out what happened to the Vi chick."

"You mean the one that got busted for popping pills? Jesus dude, what kind of a age do we live in where those are our role models."

"She was a child actress, right?"

"Sh*t I don't know, I don't keep up with "pop culture". Bet my daughter could tell you the woman's whole life story though."


Caitlin, Mechanic Ninja

One foot in front of the other, that's it, you're sneaking OUT THE DOOOOR! into the mall now. You know after the initial rush of adrenaline, it kinda feels nice, you feel free and independent for once. Its... liberating. Around you are closed stores with stickers exclaiming what great sales, "50% OFF ON HANDBAGS" "75% OFF ON SELECT PERFUMES" "BUY TWO ADRENALINE SHOTS, GET THE NEXT FREE!!!!".

Its in the silence of the mall that you realize not everyone here is on a outbound flight, this is the closest mall in the area so many of these people might just be stuck here after trying to sneak some holiday shopping in. What a bummer. Up ahead you can see another fantastically decorated Christmas tree lit up by floor lamps, and the area surrounding it has some escalators to the second floor. And over past the escalators, at the entrance, you see some people dressed in Hazmat suits setting up police tape, barricades, and a small tent with a red cross on it.

You can barely make out what they're saying from here...

"So how ... you think ... wigs call ... quits?"

"Probably ... hundred ... kill over."

"... shame."

" Just get them up .... worry about it later."

"Yes, ma'am."

"YES, MA'AM!"




Vi, Pill Popstar

After some scurrying, you find your purse sitting where you left it, with the contents spilled all over the floor. Phone, pads, makeup, pills, and a Tomodachi that you forgot to give back to that kid from Pennsylvania. And at a quick glance in the mirror, you see that your dress is soaked from the neck down, your hair is a wreck, and your makeup is starting to come off. As your fashion adviser would put it, "Girl, you look like Pennywise after he been watching Marmaduke. Get yo' sh1t together! *sassy finger snaps*" ((Yes, your fashion adviser is a sassy independent black woman.))