Vanellope von Schweetz (
unglitched) wrote2013-03-15 06:06 pm
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It's really happening. After two solid months of trying to convince Ralph that the magic bar with humans in it was real, after two months of lost arguments and futile searches, Vanellope finally has concrete proof. Proof that'll let both of them visit whenever they want to. Proof that'll settle their bet once and for all.
Assuming it works like the big blond guy said it would, anyway.
Vanellope is tempted to run straight into Pac-Man and grab Ralph out of the Bad-Anon meeting, but... no. The last time she tried that, Inky had a panic attack and Clyde had to make everyone leave while he calmed his brother down. She'll just... casually loiter around the Pac-Man entrance until the meeting's over. There's no law against that, right?
Assuming it works like the big blond guy said it would, anyway.
Vanellope is tempted to run straight into Pac-Man and grab Ralph out of the Bad-Anon meeting, but... no. The last time she tried that, Inky had a panic attack and Clyde had to make everyone leave while he calmed his brother down. She'll just... casually loiter around the Pac-Man entrance until the meeting's over. There's no law against that, right?
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Ralph's about halfway down the line this evening. The moment he steps through the gate, an all-too-familiar figure resolves in front of him. "Name?"
Ralph sighs. "Wreck-It Ralph. Am I still on the watch list?"
"Until the next somebody endangers a game," Surge Protector replies blandly. "Destination?"
"Fix-It Felix Jr." Ralph notices Vanellope. "Unless the President there has other plans."
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