Every Ragabash in the District gets a Text or a Messenger sent from Codewalker. It seems the time has come to choose the fool for this month's moot... It is to be a true Ragabash Contest as to who can out-prank the other and as Reigning Fool Codewalker will judge the Victor... All are encouraged to participate in order for the opportunity to represent their Tribe.

Takes It There has participated. He feels confident in his chances. Of course, he hasn't picked his next target, but he has something to give them to make things interesting, if so.

The Gnawer is perhaps a little overconfident in the idea that he's been pranked plenty already.

That gosh-darn red stapler... O.C.D. sits in his cubicle staring at the item on his desk. His brow is wrinkled is studious concentration. This... wasn't his stapler. He's positive. Just one week ago he'd accidentally knocked it from his desk an a small scratch had marred the shining red surface.

The stapler that Emory had given him... was perfect. Nearly as if it had been removed from the packaging by the intuitive kinfolk.

It was a nice stapler. Red. Unmarred. But... it wasn't... his stapler...

His fingers drum on the desk.

He stares at the stapler again with a bit of a snarl as he feels the rage begin to build and he attempts to keep it at bay.

It was almost lunchtime.

This wasn't his stapler.