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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:07 pm
Hmmph. Alcohol... is legal here? Very.. visible establishment for speakeasy.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:10 pm
Great. Who told Puss in Boots he could leave the Farm?
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:13 pm
*Walks out of a mouse hole and looks around at the bar. Standing about three inches tall. If that.*
eek
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:21 pm
Farm? I am not with dat riff-raff. *sneers* You people look strange. ....at least she's a leetle more nahmal. *waves a vague hand in Sara's cat-eared direction*
...and you haff blue mice? confused *eyes the alcohol behind the counter warily* Just vhere you get you supply?
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:25 pm
*Arches a brow at the blue mice comment.* stare
*Walks slowly towards the bar, staying against the way so she doesn't get stepped on.*
*When she reaches the bar, she eyes it with a frown. Starts trying to climb up the side of it.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:31 pm
Dat's not...
*watches the tiny blue person try to scale the bar stool, incredulous*
.....
Aaaah, everyting make sense now.
*pats himself down gingerly, looking for wounds* Must be ze horse doctor again, I alwayz haff strangest dreams under chloral hydrate.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:33 pm
*Slides down the side of the bar stool and ends up on her backside.*
*Sits there pouting on the floor near the stool.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:39 pm
::starts playing an aria up in the rafters on his pipe organ::
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:47 pm
gonk
*Holds her hands tightly to her tiny sensitive ears.*
crying
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:50 pm
Der haz to be better place to spend hallucination. I go check and see. stare
*exits*
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:53 pm
*Tries to yell/ talk to the Cat Gent as he walks by but he moves too fast.*
*Slowly makes her way to where Dox is. Her hands holding her ears as she makes her way. the sound waves slowly making her slide back a few inches ever now and then.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 3:30 pm
*Tink observes the tiny blue woman and considers helping her. Of course, what if she's after Peter? That would never do. *
neutral
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 4:03 pm
*Walks in*
My,my... It was true what I heard. Waiters ! heart
You in the hockey mask. An appletini biggrin
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 4:12 pm
Oh no!!! Paris Hilton!! gonk
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 4:45 pm
:walks in rubbing her temples. She's carrying a huge bag of candy:
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