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Just outside of the door, a woman's voice can be heard telling someone to take a shower. There's a brief glance into the dressing room of a nightclub when the door opens. A boy obviously too young to be in such a club enters Milliways.

But as soon as he steps into the bar, his outfit changes. He's suddenly in a suit befitting one of the Blues Brothers, except for the fact that his jacket is green.

He lifts the sunglasses that appeared on his face above his eyes and lets them drop onto his nose again. Feeling something in his jacket pocket, he pulls out a pamphlet.

"Chaos Theater Proudly Presents: The Runaway Five," he reads aloud.

He shrugs, not getting the occasion or why he's apparently dressed like Lucky of the Runaway Five. But he does have a reason to celebrate, so he decides to stick around.

Most definitely botherable.

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"Nice suit," says the sprite in the pseudo-Victorian prince's uniform. "Looks like you got off light."

He's addressing the outfit, so far. The shades and hat are somewhat obscuring Lucas' features and, of course, hair.

Nonsense! No hat could ever fully hide that duck-butt!

"Enzo?" Lucas asks, looking up from the program. He laughs a little at what he sees and goes, "What happened to you?"

This, of course, causes Enzo to peer more closely. "Lucas? Dude, that is you under there!"

He smirks and shrugs one shoulder, setting the gold fringe on his epaulette swinging. "I was reading a comic."

"Yeah, it's me. But apparently I'm dressed as someone from the Runaway Five."

He holds the program up so Enzo can see.

"Should I be careful 'bout what I read from now on? Or is this getting dressed up thing something else?"

"Oh, it's just Mardi Gras. Things'll be back to normal in a few days." Pause. "Though you never know, around here."

"Oh? What's that?"

Apparently someone's never had the joy of excessive-pancakes-and-gaudy-beads Fat Tuesday before.

"A holiday. It's... like... the last day before some other holiday starts when everyone's supposed to fast and be serious and stuff. So Mardi Gras's the last chance to pig out and go nuts."

"Oh, okay."

He doesn't know what the other holiday is but he's all right with celebrating with everyone else.

"So I guess we have food or something?"

"Sounds like a plan."

He leads the way to the bar. "Bar, could we..."

Pancakes.

"...that works."

"Awesome!" Lucas says, grabbing a seat and claiming a stack. "So, what've you been up to?"

"Same old, mostly. Training. But we finally told the Prime Guardian about this place, and Users, so I had to go meet with him last month. Now I'm just waiting for him to update me on what he's gonna do with the data. What about you?"

"Oh man. I don't think I told you since I've been away for a while."

Take a look, Enzo. Lucas is a few years older.

"I snuck into a nightclub to look for Mr. Wess's son Duster. There's a rumor going around town saying that the bassist of this band, DCMC, looks just like him. And they're right; it really does look like him."

No kidding.

"Is it him?"

"I think so. And Kumatora's there, too. She's friends with both of us and she helped me get into the club. She's working there undercover, so I bet she thinks it's Duster, too."

Lucas puts his utensils down for a moment and gestures with his hands above his head.

"He's got big, puffy hair right now, though. I dunno if he grew it or if that's just a wig. But other than that, he's the spittin' image of Duster."

"What're you looking for him for?"

"He's been missing for the last three years. And he's got something important, something that that Mr. Fassad wants, I think. Mr. Wess would've looked for him himself but Fassad's keeping tabs on him in town."

He takes a big bite of pancakes.

"That DIP switch is still making trouble?"

Lucas doesn't even ask for a definition. He can guess from context what Enzo means by DIP switch.

"Yeah, he is. And his Pigmask Army has more or less won over Tazmily. They aren't just people with masks and no faces anymore. People I grew up knowing are joining up with them."

Another bite.

"But there's only so much I can do on my own. So if this guy's Duster, it'll be a big help to have him on our side."

"Yeah."

Bite. Chew. Swallow.

"If you need backup..." Enzo lets the offer hang in the air.

"Backup..." Lucas repeats. "Think you can get into the nightclub? I know there are Pigmasks there. It might be a good idea for someone else to mingle with them, try to get some information. There's always a chance they'll recognize me."

Enzo considers this. "There a minimum age?"

He looks older than he really is, but there are limits.

"Yeah but Kumatora can vouch for you once I explain. She got me in."

And Lucas looks young for 13.

"You'll need a ticket, too. That's something else Kumatora might be able to do. But once you're in, her undercover name is Violet."

"Gotcha. Anything particular I should ask them? I still don't know a whole lot about your world..."

He thinks as he chews on some more pancake goodness.

"The lightning," he suddenly says. "We've had a lot of lightning lately, more than what's been natural in the past. Fassad's been talking about it and the Happy Boxes. There might be a connection."

"Creepy. Okay."

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