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Wilford Warfstache is beyond furious today. Nothing makes sense, and he hates that everything exists. There has to be a way to get deeper into this story without being ripped apart by a seven-foot-tall robotic bear. There's something important that he's missing, and it's going to drive him insane until he figures out what it is.

He's taken over the area by the fire, spreading out pages of notes and photographs and clippings on the table, going through all of it to see if he's missed anything. The only space on the table not covered in paper is taken up by an enormous cup of coffee (this time), which he's been slowly sipping on absently while he works.

If anybody happened to take a look at the papers spread out on the table, they'd find something fit for a horror movie. Photos of bloody scenes in what appears to be a themed children's restaurant, reports of mutilations, and non-sensical interviews with people raving about demonic animatronics. If anybody who stopped by last two times happens to spot the papers and photos on the table, they'll see they're the exact same papers in photos, in the exact same layout, with the addition of a few hand-written notes in red ink.

[ooc: all threads timed to before Vyvyan's.]

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Now who would Wilford love to see this evening?

Oh yes, no, wait, it appears that Vyvyan is just going to walk on by behind him. Only the most sensitive ears might hear the faintest little...

'Paaaarp.'

Before he strides on around the bar.

Wilford sees him coming, and ignores him. Just pretends he's not even there.

At first, he doesn't even notice it. And then when he does, it's like death itself washed over everything. Thankfully, Wilford's coffee is only about a quarter full, and is more warm than hot, so he won't mourn its passing. He grabs it and hurls it at Vyvyan, and then quickly gathers up all of his notes and finds somewhere else to be.

Vyvyan dodges easily, instead the coffee hits a nearby man on the back of the head, soaking him down the neck. Luckily it's only cardboard, but he still squeaks and falls off his chair in surprise, before looking around to see who threw that.

Perhaps it was the angry man storming through the door?

Too bad he's already gone.

Guppy spots the man - what a jerk! What was that for?

Vyvyan hands him a towel, nods sympathetically, and leaves. With another fart.