<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/y63dR6TP/11894185014-78e48ce268-o.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br/><strong>Tagging: Tozispix, Ventura<br/>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br/><br/>As Tozispix and Ventura first had a chance to make each others acquaintance, the building shook and rumbled under the force of a muffled explosion from outside. "DID YOU JUST..." Nyla peeked out of her wardrobe briefly, as if to confirm that she had not lost a second pyrotechnics expert. Seeing Tozi and the safety inspector, she breathed a deep sigh of relief before kicking the zombie out of her dressing room. She offered a friendly if half hearted thumbs up to Tozispix, "I wasn't worried. You keep up the good work and Percy will do whatever you ask if you need help!"<br/><br/>"Percy" was apparently the name of her predecessor before he had caught a black powder blast in the face. He shambled in the direction that he had been prompted, walking past the two ladies discussing fire exits and arson with the awkward gait of a man who had lost a goodly portion of one leg. He continued walking until he hit the far wall with a meaty thump. This did not dissuade him as one might expect, his legs still moving even though he was making no real progress in moving the wall. He didn't seem like he'd be much help, but then, if a dangerous situation presented itself, he was definitely the one to put face first into it! ... what was left of the face, anyways.<br/><br/>"Did you... care to inspect the stage?" the waitress asked helpfully. She was jittery like all service industry as they hunkered in the calm before the storm. Mandolin was a nice establishment reserved for a high class sort... but once the holiday hit and drinks were served, it was going to get down right fucking PEDESTRIAN! A foul stench wafted in from the open windows, stinking of rotten barley and fungus. It didn't smell like any sort of explosion that Tozi might know, that was for certain! While the rancid air hung thick, it was only a fool that would go outside where it was strongest! But then that WAS where the stage was and the explosives weren't going to set or sabotage themselves!<br/><br/>The waitress held her breath before opening the door for them, only to gasp in shock as an ale delivery was rushed through the door, almost knocking her over. The delivery boy was an elf who had taken the time to cover his mouth and face with a rag as he wheeled the barrels inside. He could have knocked, but given the circumstances, it made sense he wasn't concerned so much with courtesy as getting inside. He set up a pair of dark black oak barrels and then took an experimental breath of air. It wasn't fresh, but it WAS fresher, "Someone sign for this, please? Are you in charge?"<br/><br/>There was just something about her hat that made her look in charge, as he made a beeline for Ventura Wray. He rested his clipboard on the nearest surface to get a signature from her for the receipt. Unfortunately, the nearest surface happened to be the forehead of Tozi, "Crazy out there... fireworks must have started early!"<br/>