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 Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:07 am
*Looks more confused than thankful by the compliment.*
Thanks...? ........... Have I missed something?
*Watches the rat skitter by. Arching a brow curiously.*
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:10 am
Just the subtext, sweetie. You got most of it just fine. And don't mind Judy there. She's just helping me set something up for later.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:13 am
hmm.. Alright.. You are a very curious individual, Mr. Rathaway. *Gives him a kind smile*
*Glances over at where the rat had gone.* Oh, their help must be useful.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:17 am
For the love of whatever God you pray to on the other side of the sun, please just call me Piper. Mr. Rathaway was my father, of the Keystone Rathaways. I'm just a wandering minstrel with a bored, larcenous streak.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:25 am
*Gives him a sheepish look.* Pipper then.
To be reminded of your father, isn't something to be proud of?
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:37 am
Let's say that daddy wasn't a big fan of sonny-boy's extracurricular activities.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:51 am
::skips off his seat and pulls his flute out of a pocket of his cloak::
Well, this has been lovely, Thara, but my wineglass is empty, the barechested vampire's vanished, and I have a few more things to do before this evening. Let's hope that Batwoman has some of that vaunted bat-brand prep time in her belt.
::crosses his fingers at Thara, and then starts playing. Rats appear from all corners of the bar and follow the Piper out::
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:53 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 2:59 pm
*flits around the rafters*
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 4:03 pm
::The gate to the Bistro opens and Brainiac 5 trudges out, heading to the fridge behind the bar::
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 4:06 pm
Querl Dox ::The gate to the Bistro opens and Brainiac 5 trudges out, heading to the fridge behind the bar:: Hi mister!!! I'm Butters! Boy, you sure are green!
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 4:08 pm
: surprised pens his mouth to say something::
::closes it again::
Bloody nass, I hate Halloween.
::grabs a large glass and the carton of orange juice::
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 4:08 pm
*Tink flitters around the light fixture before diving down and fluttering around Butters*
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 4:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 4:11 pm
*bobs up and down excitedly*
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