Angora

The Gossamer gala, the talk of the town and the #1 place to be was tomorrow.  All of the A listers from Burrowgatory were to be there, hosted by the ever prestigious Angora. Of course, all of this meant nothing to Hops, yes, she was to attend the annual event but not as a guest, but as staff member, just the bartender.    This wasn’t her first time attendin...

Chanti sighs and kicks his legs while he pages through a magazine at his dinner table. He’s down in the mouth- possibly even a little bitter as the highfalutin’ buns of renown and fame dish and chat about their predictions and plans for that year’s Gossamer Gala. Who’s going, what they’re wearing, what scandalous hijinks they’ll get up to… Every topic on the subject of the Gala makes the prideful bun’s eyes go green (figuratively) with envy. He k...

Nixie woke up to the bright bioluminescence from outside their window. Today he had to work, despite having a massive hangover. Nixie did odd jobs here and there, but mostly liked to play courier. It got him to meet a ton of new buns and dolls every shift, and some old regulars as well. They would often carry packages for the church of sulfur, and for the wonderland casino/the rabbit hole. Thankfully there hasn’t been a drink delivery service yet though.�...

The Wonderland Casino. A den of drugs, drinking, and gambling. Many a bun has lost their life savings, plus some, to the games. The owner, Angora, was a figure most divine in the eyes of the buns of Burrowgatory. Many have never even had a chance to meet her, much less talk to her. She ran a rather tight ship.    Nixie had just come from the rabbit hole, having a few drinks in them already, and was heading to the casino. The lights li...