![]() This girl was wearing tattered brown pants and could barely have been over eighteen. After all, the princesses in storybooks always had long, floofy dresses and giant crowns. Surely enough, she was clutching onto the black t-shirt Marceline had thrown at her. By the looks of it, Marceline wondered if this used to be a human graveyard before the Mushroom War.Īs the duo approached the archway, Marceline noticed a figure standing beside one of the trees. Georgie led Marceline down the path to the venue exit, a giant archway surrounded by trees. The vampire didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot if she planned on staying in this area for a while. She really ought to find someplace with shade before morning, but, then again, it probably wasn’t smart to avoid the local royalty. Marceline lifted her instrument in one hand and her backpack in the other. Speaking of which, a princess from one of the local kingdoms wanted to speak with you.” He motioned towards the venue entrance. Marceline shrugged and closed the case of her instrument. I have to say, I was surprised you actually accepted. I knew it was worth sending that invitation to you. ![]() It was the stage manager, a three-foot-tall and gnome-like guy from a nearby forest. ![]() The vampire looked up from where she was packing her bass. The rest of her lyrics flowed easily, and throughout the concert, she kept noticing the color pink in the corner of her eye. The girl lowered it after a moment and the awestruck look on her face gave Marceline enough confidence to wink at her. The girl, who looked human sans her head-to-toe pink hue, was hit smack in the face with the shirt. Marceline felt the corners of her lips tilt up as she tossed the shirt. Her eyes landed on a girl in one of the back rows, eyes wide in admiration and clothes a bit tattered. Marceline scanned the audience, looking for someone to toss the shirt to. They didn’t need to know she was just a sweaty mess. Her bag was filled with mostly clothes, anyway, so what was one shirt lost? Besides, crowds always loved a bit of flashy showmanship. On a whim, she took off the graphic t-shirt she had nabbed from the mall just before she left. Between the high temperature and the fact she was running around on stage, Marceline was feeling mad sweaty for an undead person. Not to sound cocky, but she was talented enough that her final spot in any lineup felt deserved.Įven if the sky was dark and stars hung overhead, it was nearing summer and the crowd was bigger than she had anticipated. One cool part about being a vampire was that she always got to play last, only once the sky grew dark enough that she could emerge from the shade. Slime people, bipedal wolves, and… was that a fish person? ADVENTURE TIME PIRNCESS BUBBLEGYM NSKED FULLJust as she thought, this venue was near a few kingdoms, meaning the crowd was full of all sorts of creatures. This crowd was livelier than most she had performed for, cheering and clapping the entire time. All of the nerves left her body the instant she played that first note on her bass. “I think I sucked the red from this place dry.” Besides.” She kicked a shoe box on the ground and a colorless sneaker fell out. If anything happens, we’ll just find another shopping mall to set up camp at. She shoved the invitation into her pocket. Besides, it’s cool that my music is popular enough that it reached the other side of Ooo, right?” Regardless, his blank button eye conveyed exactly what Marceline needed to hear. Hambo was perched on top of the cash register next to a shoe that, before Marceline’s snack this morning, had been a glossy red. “What do you think, bud?” Marceline asked as she looked up from the invitation. ![]() It was hard, because Marceline had always been a sociable person at heart, but she couldn’t bring herself to uproot whatever semblance of a home she built here. It probably wasn’t healthy how many random family photos she had stuffed in her backpack. She would crash in old malls, broken cities, and dilapidated farms. Despite visiting a bunch of these newly emerging “kingdoms” and their weird, humanoid inhabitants, she never stayed long before returning to more obvious remnants of a pre-Mushroom-War world. Marceline had a bad habit of holing up in areas that reminded her of humans. She looked around at her makeshift home: a long-since-abandoned shoe store in a long-since-abandoned mall in a long-since-abandoned town. She hadn’t left this area of Ooo in over a century. It was exactly what she was looking for, except for one dilemma. The turnout would line her pockets for months, and she’d surely meet all sorts of new people. She had a general idea of what that area looked like, and it bordered quite a few kingdoms. It was for a concert on the other side of Ooo. Marceline stared at the invitation in her hand. ![]()
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