Yeeeeaaaahhh, a lot of you saw this coming. Apparently I can only draw one kind of face for a middle-aged Jewish man.

At least it’ll make him easy to cast for the live-action movie…?

In other news, the Send BICP to Otakon fundraiser (the Kickstarter version, anyway) ends in under 8 hours…and has almost 2/3 of its funding goal! A few dollars here, a few dollars there, plus just one person willing to spring for the “original lineart” or “chance to name a Being” prize tiers, and we’d be fully funded. Help me, readers; you’re my only hope.

In other other news, BICP now has a Tumblr! It’s not required reading to understand the comic, any more than our Facebook page is; but it’ll have art and bonus (spoiler-free) ramblings about the characters, and you can ask questions and/or suggest related things to reblog, and it’ll all be very exciting, I’m sure.

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[The escalators are turned off, don't worry.]

Cohen: [mysterious text]?

Cybele: Who, me?

I mean . . . gosh, mister, I didn’t understand that at all.

Cohen: Nice try.

Cybele: Awright, you got me. But how long can you keep me for?

Cohen: Let’s find out. [more mysterious text]

Cybele: Yipes!

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Finished! For real this time, with smoke effects and everything. (If you’re still seeing an earlier version, refresh the page.)

***

(THWOK THWOK THWOK)

MBTA security: Shuttle to all Red Line stops is this way. Silver Line including the airport is that way. Please make way for people to get through.

People, please! The traffic cones are here for a reason!

Reporters: Mr. Cohen!

Mr. Cohen, do you think this attacker has an agenda?

How are you planning to subdue it?

Does your research indicate any reason why it’s pink?

Cohen: No comment! I’ll take all your questions once the job is done.

Cohen (thinking): If this falls flat, I’m going to look like such a putz . . .

Cohen: Hey, when this is over, can I get some free ad space as a reward?

Marshal: Don’t ask me, man. I can’t even get extra vacation time.

Cybele: *koff koff* Mister, is this the way out?

Marshal: Yes! Go right up the stairs, turn around, and find the ambulance. You know what an ambulance looks like?

Cybele: Uh-huh.

Cohen: . . .

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I hate drawing helicopters. Why do I keep coming up with plots that require them?

—

Someone from the Bennett campaign: Aaht, ahh you theah? C’mon, pick up! Theah’s somethin’ goin’ ahn with yoah favorite wedge issue. We gotta have a statement prepeah’d foah the public.

Poe: Master, to get rid of the Rabbit, they’ve called in . . .

Miranda: I don’t care.

Poe: But . . . Tracking these things used to make you so happy . . .

Miranda: Well, it doesn’t any more, okay? Leave me alone!

Official: Police. Area in front of the station is clear of pedestrians and gawkers. You’re free to land any time. Please make it quick.

Ann Walker: Did that radio say they’re calling in an expert?

Tiger: Yes, but it’s not you.

Ann Walker: Oh, good. In that case, be a dear and freshen my martini.

Sparrow: It isn’t . . . It can’t be . . . !

It’s the evil twin from two seasons ago! And he’s RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!

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Cybele: It . . . It was too fast, I ‘m sorry . . . I lost it down the tunnel . . . Would have kept after it, but my chest got all tight . . .

Tuxedo Charlie: Just relax and catch your breath. We’ve got procedures for this sort of thing.

Advisory: it’s headed down the Red Line inbound track . . .

Sailor MBTA: Hey . . .

I haven’t worked with you before. What’s your name?

Cybele: Oh, me? I go by CeCe. How about you?

Sailor MBTA: I didn’t ask what to call you. I asked your name.

Cybele: It’s fine. I go by–

Sailor MBTA: Beings don’t have real names. They can say “call me…” or “I go by…” but never “My name is…” It’s maybe the one thing they can’t lie about.

Cybele: …

Clever!

It would be fun to stay and chat with you more . . . but I’m outbound!

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Sailor MBTA: That’s right! Shrink a little more, so we can cuff you!

(DASH)

Sign: NOT AN ENTRANCE

Cybele: Whee!

Sailor MBTA: Score! It’s trapped!

Cybele: Bleeehhh!

Sailor MBTA: Ooh, you little . . . !Where did I put my keys?

(DASH)

(hff hff)

Tuxedo Charlie: Did it come this way? Did you see?

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Part of the reason this is so late is because I spent the morning at South Station doing exciting location research. I hope you’re all suitably impressed that the shape of the clock is accurate.

The security people were fun to write. Henceforth I’m going to refer to them as Sailor MBTA and Tuxedo Charlie.

***

Sailor MBTA: Stop where you are! How dare you interrupt the people of Boston in the middle of their daily routines?

Tuxedo Charlie: For safety and smooth operation, we’re MBTA security!

In the name of passenger service . . .

Sailor MBTA: . . . we’ll take you into custody!

Cybele: Aww, you’re cute! But if you want to lock me up . . .

. . . you’ll have to catch me first!

(BOING)

Oof. Oof. Ungh.

(CRUNCH:

Sailor MBTA: Call backup! Have them guard all the exits to the subway!

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Camellia: Reseda! Thank goodness you’re still with Bianca. Stay there, okay? I don’t want to lose track of you right now.

Cybele’s at South Station. Everything’s delayed, I think there might be a fire . . . If anything can tip the public into going anti-Being, it’s having to miss their trains.

Reseda: Anti-destructive-Master, you mean! Why don’t we catch a ride up there and take her on, huh?

Camellia: No! We’re leaving this one to emergency services. The professionals can handle it. Besides, even if we wanted to . . .

. . . the news says her Master’s nowhere to be seen.

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Sparrow: This is when Bee and I usually catch up on our shows. I got this TV set free off a curb. And it works great! Do you want to stay and watch with us?

(DING DING DING)

Bianca: She may have to stick around anyway. Service alert on the Red Line.

Sparrow: Eh, it’s probably north of us. I’ll look up the details — just let me hook up the video cable first . . .

Reseda: I didn’t take the T here. I walked. I can probably hang around if my Master’s okay with it.

Bianca: You want to call her? Here, you can borrow my phone.

Reseda: Thanks!

*ahem* Call Master.

Bianca: Oh, it’s not a smart phone. You have to type in the–

(deedily deedily deedily)

Reseda: Eh? Ehhh?

Phone: Incoming call from: Camellia

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Cybele’s Master: Cybele . . . Is there any way to make you go . . . somewhere?

Cybele: Sure is, Master! Where do you want me to go?

That’s not what I mean. What I’m saying is, this Contract of yours . . .

Cybele: Ours.

Cybele’s Master: Right, ours . . . is there anything that would break it? Any way to stop you from being so bound to me?

Cybele: Master . . . are you saying that you’re . . .

. . . scared? Afraid I might disapprove of what you’re having me do and run away? It’s okay! I could never do that to you!

Cybele’s Master: Th–That’s not what I– I’m the one who gets to disapprove of you! What does it take to get you to cause a little mayhem, huh?

Cybele: Silly! All you had to do was ask.

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It’s not too late, as page posting goes…it’s still Friday and everything!

***

Bianca: Sparrow, I’m surprised you’re even thinking about this! It makes sense from Beings, but you should know better! We decided to try to keep Patrick safe. To avoid forcing him to fight for no reason. But you’re talking about making other people like him do the exact same fights — and for what? To satisfy your curiosity about some random thing that happened? You think that’s worth some other Being breaking their arm? Getting bitten? Getting maimed?

Reseda: You think you can singlehandedly stop the Game? Even if you don’t play, others will.

(skritch skritch)

May as well find someone who will . . . higher, back a little . . . ooh, right there.

Patrick: Don’t you make fun of my Master! Maybe she’s right. Maybe we shouldn’t encourage the Game at all.

Bianca: Do you really think that, Patrick? Or are you just trying to say what I want to hear?

Patrick: Saying what you want to hear. Did I get it right?

(skritch skritch)

Reseda: You don’t have to make a binding decision right now. It ‘s not like we’re going anywhere.

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