Author's Note:
Here is part two of Chapter 1. Still a bit dramatized but technically, it is still the first chapter :P
I'm going to start placing the A/N after the chapter so that I won't give anything away. I don't have anything to give away right now but I figure I better start now before I have something to spoil.
Remember, REVIEW and ENJOY!
Rush
Chapter 1: Working Man
Part 2: Lives Set Apart
It was around mid-day and inside a downtown apartment, a mother and her two children were just sitting down for lunch. They had prepared sandwiches and somehow the mother had taught her kids proper etiquette but more impressively, they followed it because they didn't even touch their silverware until their mother had sat down as well. The children waited for their mother to begin eating and once they did, that was their cue that they too could indulge in their lunch. Meer small talk was all that filling the air around the table, other than the light scents of mustard and mayonnaise. But shortly into one of their conversations, they stopped and looked up as they heard a peculiar 'thud' on their rooftop. Dismissing it as one of the many sounds of urban lifestyle, they continued eating.
Up on the rooftop of the apartment, a black and red hedgehog slowly got up from a daring jump from the rooftop of a taller nearby apartment complex. He recoiled a bit and mumbled under his breath, "That one kind of hurt." as his lips curled back to a serious leer and he dusted off one of the knees of his jeans. Once he got back up, he began running and jumped from the top of that building to the next.
"Hey, get back here!" The hedgehog heard someone shout from street level. Assuming it was a cop, he just ignored it. Of course, he wouldn't have listened no matter who called out to him. He came to the other side of the rooftop and saw the gap was too big for him to jump. He quickly swiveled around the ledge of the roof and grabbed hold of a drainage pipe that was attached to the wall of the building. He used only the point of his shoes to keep grip with the wall as his hands clung to the bindings that were keeping the pipe attached to the building.
"He went this way!" He heard another voice, most likely the first cop's partner.
The hedgehog crawled down the pipe. He was thankful he had gloves on because there were a few screws that must have loosened up a bit. He came across an open window and swung his weight toward it a bit, then toward the opposite direction, then back toward it to gather some momentum for the jump. He managed to grab the window sill after his undershirt revealing opened button long-sleeve flapped in his way in the wind, and quickly hopped into the apartment. Judging by the dim lighting and lack of activity in the place, he figured the residents were out. "Lucky me." He staked out a few moments before hearing what he was waiting to hear. Down the hallway, he could hear door knocks and whispers of tiny smidges of one-lined question and answer sessions. The dynamic duo that was the two cops who were chasing him for a few blocks now were almost to the room he was camping out in.
Though the cops were smart enough to track down the room he was in by checking the windows from the outside, he could outsmart them any day. Standard procedure for an event like the scenario he was in. Determine which room he entered by counting the floors and windows: check. The hedgehog peered over the window to see a hound in blue uniform staring at the very same window he was looking out of. The cop calmly raised his radio to his mouth and said something, probably something about how he just looked out of the window. Have someone posted outside in case he tried to leave the same way he came in: check. Close off the entrance to the building so he couldn't leave that way: check. Storm the complex and breach the suspect's room. The hedgehog let out a mischievous grin as he heard the cops outside the apartment door begin to count slowly down from three. Check. Subdue the suspect and take him into custody. Sadly, their checklist was going to be left incomplete.
The two pig cops stood outside the door with blasters in hands, pointed down at the ground in ready position. "This is the room." One of them whispered. The other nodded to signify he understood and was ready. "Three. Two. One!" He said as his partner kicked down the door. They entered the room rapidly with their blasters pointed straight out in front of them, all the while shouting things like "You're under arrest!" and "Freeze!" "There's no use trying to escape!" But they were shouting to an empty room.
"Check the rooms." One said calmly trying to keep focused on finding the culprit. They parted and checked every room, closet, and bathroom. The partner even minded to open the fridge but they found no one.
"Suspect is nowhere to be seen." One of the officered spoke into his radio that was positioned on his shoulder.
"Did you get the guy?" A voice cracked back as if he completely didn't hear the previous statement.
"Negative. We lost him." He answered back with a disappointed tone.
About a block away, an unusually colored hedgehog was walking away casually. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few diamonds. Another rascally grin grew on his face as he replaced them in his pocket. As he was imagining the faces of the two pigs that were after him once they realized they lost him, he accidently bumped into a blue fox wearing sunglasses that was walking by. She apologized but the hedgehog didn't respond any as he just kept on walking.
*o*
It was another extremely long day as Andrew Seamus Whelan threw open the already busted door to his studio apartment. It was a rundown place but it was cheap so he didn't complain. The wall had peeling paint above the radiator which did a terrible job at controlling the moisture it created. The wolf tossed his keys on the old sink that was next to the door and they accidently slipped into the bowl but he didn't seem to care. He took the few extra steps to his bed and fell face down on it. He let out a heavy sigh as he rolled over a bit and reached down to the mini fridge that sat next to his bed. He reached in a bit farther and pulled out a Killian's. He used the edge of the headboard to his bed as a bottle opener and the cap fell off with ease. It was apparent he had practiced many times to perfect the procedure as a few dents and scratches lined the same area of the headboard from times he was not so successful. He sat up and took a deep gulp of the lager. Once he finally pulled the bottle away from his muzzle, he held it limply between his legs and looked around.
It was his normal daily routine; come back from work, plop on his bed which acted as a couch as well seeing how his apartment was too small to fit both, grab a brew of some kind and ponder about how this was his life. He had always been poor and just looked at it like it was an inevitable circumstance rather than an unfortunate situation. This was his seventh month in the tenement and he was working every day except for Sundays. He was glad though that he had a steady income, despite how small it was. It was better than working part-time, or not working at all. He figured he'd have to live at the shelter if he didn't have a full time job.
He continued to think about his situation, how much longer he'd have until something good happens in his life, and how long until he got to a point where he won't have to live in a shithole just because that's all he could afford. But he was tough and could persevere through this rough lifestyle that he was so accustomed to.
He finally dismissed the thoughts as he grabbed the remote and turned to face the television. He clicked the power button a few times but nothing happened. He began to press harder and harder until he threw down the piece of plastic and got up to turn on the TV manually. It snapped on with a brilliant flash before the picture faded in. It constantly fuzzed in and out as he was fiddling with the tuner to get the best picture quality, which was still a joke compared to more modern sets. Once he got the picture set, he flipped through the channels until finding something good and sat back down on his bed, taking another swig from his bottle.
A few minutes later, he got a call on his cell. He couldn't afford both a cell phone bill and a landline so that was the only way to contact him. Not only that, the phone jack was already broken when he moved in. He answered the phone with an emotionless " 'ello."
"Hey, Paddy." Said his manager from the other end of the call. Paddy was his nickname. As if his name wasn't Irish enough, his friends figured they'd call him Paddy due to his obvious heritage. It ended up sticking so that's what he went by. "We need you to come in early tomorrow." Paddy waited for a moment, expecting his manager to continue speaking as to why he needed to come in early but it figured that he didn't say. "Well, Can you?"
He gave out a heavy sigh. As if six A.M. wasn't early enough. "Em, yuh. I kin comb in." He said without passion. He didn't want to, but he needed the money.
"Great. See you at four!" And then there was the hang up.
He sat with the phone still at his ear for a moment of shock. Four? He closed the phone and dropped it. "Fuhck me."
*o*
"I still don't see how you can think otherwise. It's the core stabilizer! I'm sure of it. Look…" A small rat like creature with large ears urged to convince a larger portly rabbit in a maintenance jumpsuit. He kept rubbing a wrench with a dirty cloth as the smaller one walked him over to a small personal atmosphere and low earth orbiter. "With the absence of the pressure equalizer that the lady lost in her accident, the engine couldn't sustain the required 10 kbars of gauge pressure so it ended up over heating the core stabilizer. We've replaced the obviously vacant equalizer, so the stabilizer is the only explanation for why the craft still won't take flight."
The rabbit seemed to be ignoring everything that was being told to him and occasionally would roll his eyes. "Great." He said before walking off causing the smaller to sink a bit.
"Ok. You dumb oaf." The obviously smarter mechanic said as his boss walked off. "I'll just take care of it, no need to strain yourself!" He said, hoping he heard it. He turned back to the craft and began working on fixing it.
The working day was long gone but the woman who owned the personal craft being worked on had offered to pay extra to have it fixed by later that evening so the mechanic shop owner placed Ratchet, who usually worked mornings, on the job to try and get it finished on time. Unfortunately, this was the first time he looked at the craft. If he was placed on the project earlier, the vehicle would have been fixed long ago.
Ratchet was a Lombax, one of the few remaining, and had worked as an underrated amateur mechanic on his home planet and eventually ended up almost completely rebuilding his entire Aphelion class defensive fighter which he still used for inter-solar travel. His skill was unmatched which caused his boss to overly dislike him but he had to put him on the project if he wanted the ship done by the woman's deadline.
"There. That should do it." The lombax said as he stood upright from being hunched over the underside of the engine for a while. He brushed off his hands and jumped into the cockpit. He ran through a simplified preflight checklist, despite how unnecessary it was, before turning it on to see if it would do what it was intended to do. He flipped a few switches and slowly pressed up on the hover panel and with ease, the craft began to float effortlessly above the ground. He smiled as he set the craft down and turned everything off.
He headed over to his boss's office to show him how he managed to fix the problem in record time. As he turned the corner from the work shop to the main office, he saw his boss talking with the woman who owned the craft. It was apparent she had no clue about cars but Ratchet was debating whether it was the fluffy designer wrap scarf dangling from her shoulders or the studded sunglasses that alone probably cost over one hundred dollars which gave it away. As he approached the two, he could make out their conversation.
"I can't thank you enough for doing this." The lady said.
"Oh it's no problem. Not for a pretty piece like yourself. I had one of my lower level mechanics on it at first but once you said you needed it so quickly, I had to jump on the job. Sometimes you need the experienced and more knowledgeable persons to work on something that matters so much." Ratchet's boss said flattering himself as he took all of Ratchet's credit.
"Oh my, well it looks like you know your stuff." The lady said surprisingly interested.
"Yup. The problem with your craft was the equalizer was lost in the accident causing the weakening of the gauge pressure in the core stabilizer which in result overheated it. So, once we replaced the stabilizer, and with a little man power and elbow grease," He then cross his arms in a burly fashion. "we had the thing flying in no time." He said taking his employee's explanation for his own.
"Oh that bastard doesn't even know if it still flies. I was the one that just fixed it!" Ratchet mumbled under his breath.
"Well look at you." The lady said a bit flattering. Ratchet twisted his mouth in disgust in the fact that she was actually flirting with his overweight boss. Besides, he should be the one she should be flirting with, he did all the work. He's just taking his glory.
"Eh, what can I say. It's my job." The fat boss said nonchalantly.
"Well. If I need any more of your…assistance, I'll be sure to call." She winked before walking away in her now fixed orbiter. Ratchet cringed in anger and disgust. At this time he made it up to his boss.
"Hey Ratch, you did fix it right?" The boss said unsurely.
"Yes. And she should have been thanking Ratchet for fixing her orbiter rather than the fat low life that just signs his paychecks." He said aggressively.
"Watch it or there won't be a paycheck to be signed." His boss said before walking away. Ratchet just huffed, clocked out, and headed to his car. He had already gotten his paycheck for the last week earlier in the day, which included his overtime work on the car, but the banks were closed at this time so he had to wait until the next day to cash his check. He just headed home, glad the day was finally over.
*o*
Krystal stopped at the doorway of the house before leaving through the front door. She turned back and thought for a moment to see if there were any lights she forgot to turn off. Fox had emphasized many times that whenever someone leaves a room they need to turn off the light, and the last person out of the house should make sure everything is off. It was approaching mid-day and was pretty bright out so there weren't many lights to turn off to begin with. She concluded there wasn't anything she knew she was forgetting so she continued on her way.
She was heading downtown to meet Fox at the bank to finalize their credit loan on their house. They really wished they didn't need to do so but they had no other option. They have been talking about it for weeks, and that's all they seemed to have talked about, and they have decided that that was better than filing for bankruptcy in a few years if their finances didn't turn around. So not wanting to risk even further harm, they decide to take one out now before they would desperately need it later. They were actually kind of lucky they saw that they would need a credit loan so early. The earlier they took it out, the more they can work with it over time before it got real bad.
All these thoughts kept going through Krystal's head as she drove downtown. It wasn't a long drive due to the freeway that went from the outskirts of the urban residencies where they lived all the way to Main Street. It might have been quicker to take the train but they could only afford one year round pass and Fox had it so that he could maneuver around town for work easier. She came up onto Main Street and turned off. The bank was only a few blocks down but the closest parking garage was a block or two in the opposite direction.
She pulled up to the pay station for the garage and got out her wallet. With her eyes still peering in front of her through the sunglasses on her face, she held out the usual three dollars for the minimum two hour limit.
"I'm sorry miss, it'll be another dollar." The boar at the station said.
She finally turned to face the man to explain. "No, I'm just here for the minimum stay."
"I understand but the prices went up. It's four now." The tusked pig said emotionlessly. It was clear he had been explaining that a lot recently and it was just the normal thing to say like someone would normally say 'thank you' or 'have a nice day.'
Krystal turned her attention to a sign next to the station door that read the new prices. She sighed and withdrew another dollar from her wallet. The boar took the cash and handed her a ticket. The barrier lifted and the vixen drove on forward. It was hard enough to find a parking spot that wasn't all the way up on the roof but guess that's why they made elevators. Krystal made her way down to the street level and began her trek toward the bank.
She kept her head still and straight forward but underneath her sunglasses, her eyes were wandering like no other. She always marveled at the tall buildings but not only that, it had been a while since she had strolled downtown. She remembered when they were first married, Fox and Krystal used to wander around downtown with Krystal holding onto Fox's arm as ran from his shoulder and into his pocket. They would stop by the windows of shops and look at different décor, thinking how good it would look in their home. Of course they never came to buying any of that stuff. The more she thought of it, the more it seemed like money was always tight. They have been worried about it for so long, it seems like they always were pinching their pennies.
Her thought process was disrupted by a strange colored hedgehog that bumped into her. She would have reacted differently to its unusual black and red color alteration, but she knew how strange a blue vixen was to most people so she knew how it felt to be stared at.
"Excuse me." She said as they brushed shoulders accidentally. She noticed he didn't respond but that wasn't what caught her attention. When they made contact, she could sense a lot of pride in the hedgehog's thoughts. She quickly peered into them and saw he was focused on something he just stole.
Panicked slightly, she stopped and felt her pockets to see if anything was missing. All her contents were still there. She checked her purse and found her wallet and everything else to be exactly in place. He didn't pick pocket her. She let out a small sigh of relief and continued on her way.
It wasn't much farther that she reached the Hilltop Bank. One of the most prestigious banks in the area, it held thousands of well-known people's money as well as a few hundred unknown people's money. Most of them were wealthy stock brokers or political figures that earned much more than they deserved. Fox was able to get in just because of his name but they were sure they were probably the least wealthy of the banks clients. She walked up the large marble steps and past one of the many lion statues and marble pillars and through the large wooden doors at the top.
Her eyes were slightly distracted by the height of the ceiling but remained her professional look as she quickly saw Fox sitting at a desk to the left talking to one of the tellers. She made her way over to him, forgetting her sunglasses were still over her eyes. "Ok, let's get this done with." She said a bit stressed as she sat down next to her husband.
"Ok Mrs. McCloud, I was just briefing your husband on the basic policy and the terms of agreement for your credit loan." The badger behind the desk began to explain. "As you know, since this is a credit loan, there will be a monthly interest rate. If that rate is not met, the interest for the next month has the previous amount on it as well as the interest for the first month…" It was all mindless financial babble. Both Fox and Krystal took in every word seriously and was very attentive on what the badger was saying, despite how much they wanted to zone out during the one-sided conversation. If there were any questions or discrepancies, they would ask about them but other than that, it consisted mostly of the badger reading straight from a multi-paged policy chart.
"Do you understand the agreement?" He asked at the conclusion of his loan tutorial. Fox and Krystal looked at each other slightly distant. They looked back at the teller and shook their heads, 'no.'
"Alright then. If you could sign here…initial here….cosign here….account number here….income here….last tax return here…." Fox and Krystal swapped signing the paper as it called for the main and secondary household income holder's signature multiple times as well as account holder and cosigner.
"I swear I'm getting arthritis just by signing this damn document." Fox said in his mind, opening up for Krystal to hear him.
She smiled. "You're telling me. And this guy doesn't seemed phased at his near hour long explanation. Seriously, how does this guy not hate his job?" She joked inside Fox's mind.
He smiled too, trying to hide a chuckle. "How can you tell he doesn't?"
"Really? This guy is easier to read than a book. He's freaking loving this!"
Fox couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. He let a few chuckles out which he tried to cover up as coughs but failed miserably. Kyrstal smiled as it was now her turn to try and hold back her laughs.
"Is something wrong Mr. McCould?" The teller asked a bit suspiciously.
"Oh *couch couch* no. Just," He cleared his throat to try and add conviction to his fake coughs, "something in my throat, that's all." He cleared his throat one more time and continued signing.
"Bet he gets paid pretty well." He thought.
"Which is sad because a monkey could do his job." Krystal responded on their com channel that only they could tap. But as soon as she said that, a large ape in a similar suit to the badger, which looked odd with the big figure, walked past them and sat down behind his desk. That was the last straw as both Fox and Krystal burst out laughing.
"Is there something I should know?" The badger asked much more interested in their unusual behavior. To him, they were just quietly signing the document but occasionally broke out in a few smiles and chuckles. To any bystander, it would look odd and suspicious.
"No we're, we're sorry. Just an….inside joke." Fox said as he signed the final line.
"Ok?" The badger drew out as he raised an eyebrow and took the completed papers. "Well you are all finished with your paperwork." He stood up and stretched out his hand to shake that of the couple's. "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. McCloud on your credit loan." He smiled.
Fox shook his hand then Krystal followed. "Thank you." Fox said as he thought it sure as hell wasn't something to be congratulated about.
"Give this to the doe at the counter before you leave." He added as held out his hand with a small slip in it.
"Will do." Fox said. The two moved to the counter which held a small line but it moved quickly as they were only behind one or two people. "We were told to give this to you." Fox said as he handed the slip to the doe. She took it immediately and started fiddling with it and a few punch machines.
Krystal looked over and saw at the other side of the huge courtyard like room a large safe door closing behind another set of barred doors. "That's one big safe." She said her thought aloud by mistake.
"It is. And one of the most secure too." The doe said as she continued working with the slip. She looked up and directed the next statement toward Fox. "Your old counterpart, Slippy Toad, actually designed it."
"That exact one?" Fox said, not surprised the lady knew who he was.
"Well, not that one but the design of it. Yeah, he sold it to many large banks across the system. Not one has seemed to fail since in operation."
Fox let out a small "Huh" as the lady outstretched the slip in her hand.
"Here you are Mr. and Mrs. McCloud." She put a girlish smile on her face. "Come by again."
Fox raised the slip in the air slightly, nodded his head and said, "Will do" before him and Krystal turned toward the exit.
The two stood out on top of the steps of the outside of the large bank ready to depart. Krystal still had her sunglasses on as she never removed them at all during the whole process. "Marcus is over at Jake's house for the afternoon so once you come home you'll have to pick him up. I will have spaghetti ready when you get back."
"Sounds good." Fox said with a cheesy smile.
"How long are you working until?" Krystal asked to double check.
"It depends on how long it takes me to finish my work." He responded with an expression that begged for her not to be angry or disappointed.
She let out a sigh. "Ok. Well don't be there too late. You are to pick up Marcus, don't you forget."
"Ok. I'll see you at home." Fox said as they departed toward opposite sides of the front of the bank.
Fox didn't have far to travel since the train was about a block away. He got on the blue line and headed off toward his work.
It had been a good few hours but Fox didn't notice at all. He sat at this desk, lightly flicking his temple with the end of a pen as he focused on a pile of papers in front of him. Occasionally he would bring the pen drawn hand down from the side of his head to the papers and scribble something down. In amongst one of his doodles of numbers and short phrases, his stomach growled heavily. "Damn I'm hungry." He murmured. The sudden mindset change brought his eyes away from his paperwork, for the first time in hours, and to the small clock that sat on his cluttered desk. "OH SHIT! 9:30?" He shouted as he jumped out of his chair, frantically throwing all the papers into a manila folder, held it under his arm as he made it to the nearby exit where his car sat right outside the door.
He threw himself in the driver's seat while throwing the folder in the passenger seat. He quickly turned the car on and sped off home. He opened up the console and pulled out his cell phone. 'Two missed calls. One voice message.' It read.
"I've really got to stop leaving this in the car." He said as he browsed through the missed calls already knowing the identity of the vixen that left them. He hit a few more buttons and put it on speaker.
"One new message." It rang with an automated voice.
"Fox." His wife's voice called out with such decree that the listener already knew his fate with that one word sentence. "It is 8:45 and you are still not home. I already picked up Marcus and am putting him to bed soon. You'll have to warm up your plate of spaghetti. The pasta's on the table and the sauce is on the stove in case you are still not home by the time I go to sleep."
Then there was the 'click' and the phone's voice concluded the message. "End of message. To delete this message, press–" But it was cut off my Fox already hitting the number '7' to delete the message. He didn't like to clutter up his voice mail with old messages. He knew he was in for it, as Krystal sounded quite upset. If only the speed limit was two times higher.
He finally came through the doors of a dimly lit house around 9:50. He turned on the living room light and saw Krystal sitting on the couch watching TV.
" 'Bout time." She said still a bit heated.
"Sorry, I completely lost track of time and–"
"Save it. You said you were going to pick up your son and you forgot. It's just a damn good thing there aren't two absent minded professors in this household.
"Krys, I'm sorry, I–" Fox tried to apologize.
"I said save it. You're food's getting colder and colder." She said suggesting that he leave her alone. Fox stood his ground for a bit but decided she was right. He screwed up and she didn't want to deal with him at the moment. Not only that, he was starving.
He walked into the kitchen and placed the plate of pasta in the microwave. As it cooked, he leaned on the counter and starred at his wife sitting on the couch. He would hope she would turn toward him, even one quick glance would give him hope that he wasn't completely six feet under. But unfortunately, her eyes stayed fixed on the television. The microwave beeped and Fox put a few ladles of sauce on top of the pasta and put it back in the microwave. Again, he watched her to see if she would look his way but she wouldn't. He even opened up his mind a bit to see if she was interested in slipping in. Even a single word insult would have comforted him, showing she was at least thinking about him but he picked up nothing.
He gave up and turned back to the microwave a few seconds before it peeped a final time. He pulled it out but drew his hands away from the hot bowl. He let it sit for a few seconds before he could pick it up again. He took his meal into the living room and placed it on the coffee table, to substitute as a dining table, and began digging in while watching the pictures change on the box in front of him. "Good pasta." Fox said sincerely while trying to cheer her up but she sat silent. "Look, Krys, I'm sorry."
"You've got to stop doing this." She said, finally turning to him with pleading eyes.
"I know." Said the vulpine acceptingly. Fox let out a distressed laugh. "Trust me, I know."
"You always are working and you have nothing to show for it." Krystal reassured him. "Can't you come home at the normal close of business like everyone else?"
"I would love to, but I just have so much work to do and they really need me over there." He got up and sat next to Krystal and took her hand. "If there was a way I could change that, I would in a heartbeat."
She closed her eyes and withdrew a heavy sigh. "I know." She said lowly. "I'm sorry, I just really wish things were better for us."
Fox patted his wife's paw that still rested in his own. "I do too. Now I'm pretty tired. What do you say we retire for the day?" Fox said as he stood up in front of the vixen with her hand still in his. She smiled contently and got up as well. She quickly picked up the remote, turned off the television and gently tossed it back on the couch. Fox picked up his dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. He turned to see Krystal heading up stairs and he soon followed, after turning off all the downstairs lights of course.
Author's Note:
Said I don't have anything to spoil, which I don't (Unless you consider the name of a character a spoiler) but I firgured I might as well start with the bottom A/N.
I hope it's obvious 'Paddy' is an Irish character. I wrote out (or tried to) every 'average' Irish accent in his few lines this chapter but that will not continue for multiple reasons. I initially did it to make sure everyone knew he was Irish. Another reason is, there is no 'one' Irish accent which is what most typical people think. Just like how there is not 'one' American accent. (Take people from Brooklyn vs. people from Minnesoeta vs. the south). The thrid reason is that when people even try to write out accents, they tend to get them all wrong or give people the wrong audio. If I were to write out all his accents, people would think of the leprechaun accent that people associate with Irish accents and that's neither right nor accurate. I occasionally will slip in a few common Irish words and phrases and every once in a while I might slip in a lazy sounding vowel but only sparingly and in the right place.
One last thing before I end this long A/N. I know the order of the sequence of events is a bit off. However, I never said all of the POV's happened the same day (except for two of them) but if they were all to be in the same day it would be like Shadow's/Krystal and Fox's then Paddy's, then Ratchet's, then the rest of Fox and Krystal's. The sequence of events hhere doesn't matter but I figured some people will be a bit confused or off about it.
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