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[thatmagicalgirl]

A rudie like Gum has a natural disdain for authority figures and members of law enforcement.  Baiting and taunting them brings such joy.  She was excited to see what sort of figures she could get under the skin of in this brave new world... unfortunately she couldn't find any.  Wasn't there a police department or... SOMETHING?

Well whatever, she knew there was one thing that tended to bring out ire in people.  Destruction of public and private property.  AKA graffiti.  She liked to think it was usually an improvement.  Of course recklessly skating on her ever present motorized roller blades was ALSO a good way to get noticed, but today she's feeling artistic.

Which led her to brazenly spraying a unicorn on the side of a shop.  There are already several empty cans of spray paint at her feet and she shakes another one up, and glances over her shoulder when she hears someone.

"Got a problem?"

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[sweetcandygirl]

The woman who is standing right over her shoulder is definitely more colorful than that unicorn that is being put onto the wall. Harley Quinn was wearing a bright neon pink halter top, bright yellow overalls, miss-matched suspenders, and had a pair of her own roller skates (glitter covered, but not mechanical) that completed her look. She raised her mallet to her shoulder and blew a big bubble, letting it pop loudly.

"Sure do! How about you?"

[readvondaniken]

Palmer looks at the unicorn, then looks back at the stranger. "Nah. You ask me, it's an improvement." He doesn't have a problem with some harmless rulebreaking, and besides, this woman looks fun. Palmer's never going to get in the way of someone's good-natured mischief. "It's art. Anyone who's got a problem with it's got no taste."

He folds his arms, a distinctive figure in his shabby denim jacket and his eighties hair. It is a nice-looking unicorn, and he regrets that he doesn't have any materials to add something to go with it.

"So, you new 'round these parts? The name's Palmer. I've been here for a while, but I haven't seen you before, and you're the kinda person I'd remember."

[unpacified]

"Only with unicorns," Pacifica says. "I love horses. But unicorns are assholes."

[ziggyplayedguitar]

Ziggy noticed the art and came over to investigate. Being well over 6 foot, especially with his heels, and lanky. The Anthean stares up at the art laughing when she speaks.

"The bolt looks better in red and teal." He says with amusement as he looks over at her. It's a total coincidence that that Ziggy is wearing a lightning bolt across his face too.

[dance_magic_dance]

"Have I got a problem? No, I don't believe so. Unless you count trying to wrangle a few hundred goblins to do their jobs around the place. Useless, untidy cretins they can be."

The artwork though. What was that strange creature with a horn? There were none like that within the kingdom of the goblin king. Jareth just stared at the brightly coloured picture and cocked his head curiously.

"What is that creature you have painted there?"

It certainly wasn't a stone ogre that was for sure.

[tieflingtarot]

It wasn't like Molly was very quiet. Even on the average day there was the jingle of whatever decorations dangled from horns and ears to accompany his steps and he wasn't especially worried with going unseen if the ostentatious way he dressed was any hint.

"Not a one!" He chirped in a cheerfully bright tone, tail flicking behind him as he studied the unicorn the stranger had been painting, one hand on a hip, other arm around the bag of coincidentally enough paints and supplies he'd gotten on his little outing today. "Especially not with your little town beautification project, it's quite striking!"