It's just resting.

Beautiful plumage, isn't it, guvnor?

FWIW, I'm kind of at a loss. Someone must know what happens next!

Well, it's an election, right? There needs to be a debate.

Also, maybe a quick recap is in order, but then there's that whole "I'm really lazy," thing.

t A crowd chanting.

"Re-Count! Re-Count! Re-Count!"

t Booming voice from above.

"I said re-*CAP*, you imbeciles!"

I was thinking debate, and then I was thinking POV, and then I was thinking I would need to create another avatar, and then I whimpered and curled up in the corner.

Dude, this whole conversation is so meta.

I was thinking debate, and then I was thinking POV, and then I was thinking I would need to create another avatar, and then I whimpered and curled up in the corner.

Yeah, I was thinking off screen, with the characters watching it on TV. I mean only one of the characters who'd be involved actually talks.

Dude, this whole conversation is so meta.

How scary is it that we're about this close to starting a Sang Sacre Bureaucracy thread.

Just back away slowly, folks.

"Don't even think it," I say quietly to Bob the Vampire. "Put the remote down and back away."

"But--it's on every channel!"

"Yeah, so?"

"I hate politics! It was tiresome back when you had fun guys like Jefferson and Adams around, it's tiresome now."

"You don't have to watch it. Besides, they're just advertising the debate, it's not even completely scheduled yet. Just be patient--" I give him a suspicious look "--unless this is your way of trying to destract me from the fact that you're watching Charmed repeats again."

"Not! Wouldn't! Maybe."

"Look, we managed to snag that advance copy of the Two Towers extended DVD, let's just watch that."

"Hoo yeah! Eowyn kicking ass."

"You're so predictable." We settle onto the sofa, both with our own bowls of popcorn, as Bob tends to bogart it all if I let him. "Achmed, it's starting!"

"Be right there, sitt! I'm finishing the falafel!"

I look up at Bob. "You do know I'll be watching the debate, right?"

"You don't love me anymore."

"We'll discuss that later. Hush, it's the pretty mountains shot."

Hee!

Knut seems sceptical. "Infiltrate the enemy? Do you think that's a good idea?"

"No, I don't. It's probably a dreadful idea, but every single thing I've done since I came here has had horrendous consequences, even the really harmless stuff. Infiltrating Aeshma's camp will probably suck like the mighty wind, but do you think it will be any worse than fighting mirror demons, or skeletons, or jello-puke monsters?"

Knut thinks it over for a minute, then brightens. "I have a plan!"

"A cunning plan?"

"Cunning and wiley! We could disguise ourselves as our own evil twins. We would be unto Aeshma as the Greeks were to the Trojans."

"Um. Okay, but maybe you shouldn't talk too much when we get there."

“Good afternoon. Front desk. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. No, I’m sorry… Look, we didn’t make the mirrors that way, it just happened. And it’s over now. Yeah, well I’m sorry that you missed out on getting an evil twin. No, you’re not entitled to a refund. Well, I can offer you a free continental breakfast tomorrow… I don’t know if we have any kidneys right now… Oh, kid knees, no. You’d have to go to Julio’s Casa de Carne. It’s over on Avenida General Velasquez. I’ll send up a map… No problem.”

“The trolls again?” asks Raul. I nod. “Cuantas veces? I mean, c’mon.” He walks over to the big screen tv in the lobby and turns it on. The talking heads pop out of the TV, the walls of the lobby fade away, and suddenly it’s like we’re inside the debate hall. “This tv got so much better since your birthday, Vieja. Demi-gods rule.”

“Why are we watching the debates, anyway?”

“We’re supposed to be helping the evil dude win. At least, that’s what the paper airplane said.”

“Well, I don’t know how watching debates is supposed to help Aeshma win. Besides, We’ve got other things to worry about. Gert’s still out cold. Her evil twin is still out there somewhere and the cats are still missing. And there’s the whole Mambo incident. I really can’t worry too much about the elections.”

Suddenly, a door swings open and there’s a tiny white cat in the middle of the debate hall. A large black one slinks in behind her, followed by a conspicuously huge chaos demon.

“Whoa. Is it live or is it Memorex?” Raul exclaims.

“Have you been in cook’s herbs?” I give him the raised eyebrow, then I turn my attention to the little white cat sitting at my feet. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Enano?” She manages to make a little moue with her cat whiskers. “Yeah, well evil always sounds like fun until someone gets hurt. So what are you doing here now?” She turns and twitches her tail at me. Evil Gert bends down and scoops her up.

“We have a proposition for you. Aeshma needs to reach the Latino voter. We need a base of operations in the Bresilico. We’re looking to rent some space in your events center. We can pay top dollar.”

“A campaign consultant, Gert? You really are evil.” I look at Raul, but he just shrugs his shoulders.

“Dejelo ganar, pues.”

“Ok, You can have the LLorona Lounge, but Aeshma needs to do something for the community, something charitable. Maybe something related to the arts. How does he feel about Mambo?”