When: June 13.
Where: Goose jail.
Status: In progress.
Rating: TBD.
Stan had, of course, heard about the geese who were wreaking havoc on Vallo, but he hadn't thought much of it. Some people just didn't like birds, after all. He wasn't in that particular camp, but he knew everyone had their own opinions. Still, he had gotten a bit curious and decided to see if he could find the geese. Maybe he could become its friend and convince it to stop making mischief. Birds were, generally speaking, pretty great, after all.
Except, apparently, some birds were just bastards.
Which was how he ended up trapped in a cave, by the geese that had definitely stolen his phone and was using it to make ransom demands. Yeah, that seemed about right. He really hoped the other Losers didn't panic. Or come to try to fight a group of geese. Because that was probably not a great thing to do. The geese might have been assholes, but it was still just a bird, and taking a baseball bat to nature's creatures was usually frowned upon.
At least he wasn't the only captive. It probably would have been infinitely more embarrassing if he was held hostage by a goose by himself. But there were a couple other people here, so that made it a little better. Plus, company was always nice. He'd settled in a corner, next to another one of the devil bird's captives, and he glanced over after a moment.