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((Rofl, I'm still trying to pick up Kalec as well, but I just explain this by saying its a special release before his pick-up.))

As the woman stepped away, Kalec felt a sudden lack of emotion again. He nodded at her in thanks before she left and then went back to playing with his skull-pendant.

He cooly analyzed who was up at the refreshment stand, and decided that he would step back a bit and rest. There had been a lot of information to collect and process, not only the material and physical, but also about life itself, and its diversity. A lot of questions about his own existence that needed answering had been solved, but this prompted still more questions.

He drifted back to the back of the stand, and became rather still, eyes closed in silent meditation.

((*yawns* I've got to get for the night myself. I'll likely be on at work.))

Alex nearly jumped when Kalec asked about the cuts on the other woman's hands. Unconsciously, she moved her hands in an old, familiar way that showed that she'd made it a bad habit. She had her own scars, and most of the visible ones were on her hands. It simply came with her job.

Her back pocket started to ring. Startled, Alex pulled out her cell phone, staring at it like she'd never seen it before. "Who's calling me at this hour?" she wondered out loud. She casts an apologetic glance to the green Raevan, murmuring, "Excuse me," before walking away from the booths to answer the phone.

Ravi blinked. Chloe...?

Hearing an out-of-place flapping, Ravi glanced not up, but down, at the one he had bumped into. The person was whole-bodied, and that was reassuring for the nervous stitch in the redhead's gut, but he didn't seem to be entirely human, either. Instead of human ears, jagged tapered ones emerged from his (NOT her!) head. If the grumpy demeanor of the man wasn't evidence enough, the ears were pushed back along his head to show quite evidently the man's irritation. Ravi gulped unconsciously, too accustomed to the pain that often accompanied such a look. His cat Bast had given him enough claw treatments to haunt a man for a lifetime.

Ravi moved once the person spoke. "Sorry about that," he said, unsure what the seemingly aggressive person really wanted to hear. If it were any other day, Ravi wouldn't have been bewildered enough to actually care what others thought about his simple mistakes. But now, Ravi was caught off guard. Who was this person? And why were so many unique humanoids surrounding the Lab (well, aside from the promise of strawberry flavored sugar cookies)?

Picking up the two huge boulder-like dice, the crippled boy gave a smile and breathed upon the dice as a matter of habit. Then, shaking it within his cupped hands once more, he tossed the dice into the pan and watched them with eager eyes. He really wanted to win something for Eiry. The young frei loved soft things of comfort like blankets or little trinkets and whatnot. The simplest things amused him to no end. It would be a nice thing if Isi could win something for his new young charge.

The numbers rolled onto an unsuccessful 151. Frowning at the dice and his failed technique, the crippled boy stroked his chin in thought as if he were mentalling scolding the dice.

Snatching up the dice again with more anger, the boy glared at the dice and shook at meaningful finger at them, "This is the last time I'm going to try before I go back and check on Eiry, got it? Give me something for him, he deserves it for running a kissing booth." he told them.

Then a movie scene flashed through his head. He got a brief picture of the orange fuzzy things from 'Labyrinth' rolling their eyes and saying 'snake eyes!'.

Then the song got stuck in his head.

Chilly down, chilly down, with the wild gang!

Isi shook the song from his head and frowned visibly. He rolled the dice once more, throwing then into the iron pan as if with an anger.

63! UGH THE DICE WERE TEASING HIM.

"You are little bloody rolly-polly bugs, aren't you?" Isi hissed at the dice, frowning at them once more. He was so close to getting a Melisande! But no, the dice had to be 3 numbers away! Finding that he couldn't stop, Isi rubbed his hands together and got ready to try again. He glanced once over his shoulder to make sure Eiry was alright.

A few hours after their tactical retreat, Rivener and Aphismet came back to the fair. They both had taken enough time to think things through, calm down, collect themselves... And then Rivener had mentioned that he shouldn't be shirking his responsibilities at the refreshment booths.

That was not a lesson Aph wanted to teach Rivener, shirking work, so they both returned. Aph kept glancing about uneasily, wondering if perhaps Chloe was back... Wow, there were a lot of people here! "Ah, Isi and Eiry are here," Aph noted. "They got here pretty late." This was normal, considering Eiry had a terrible fear of cars, and refused to get into a cab.

"Give me a dollar," Rivener demanded. "I'm going to go buy a Kiss from him so he doesn't feel like he's left out or anything." He held out his hand expectantly, and once Aph reluctantly placed the money in his hand, the Raevan dashed away, picking up his camera. If he wanted to take a picture of Eiry, he'd quickly learned he had to do it without the other's knowledge or else he'd make one of those faces and throw up his hands, and basically RUIN it.

Aphismet, however, headed over to the Lucky Pan to try a few more rolls.

"Hi, Isi!" He offered his little brother a smile as he snatched the dice from him playfully. "Let someone who knows what he's doing give it a try!"

After the roll, which turned up an unlucky 126, Aph pursed his lips and picked them up to try again.

Hovering near the refreshment booth, Niksia sipped at her lemonade while she composed herself. This was what the Lab her two house guardians came from was about. That may have been an accident but leading her to a world like this...

Still pondering all the things she had come to realise, Niksia wandered carefully toward the Lucky Pan to see what it was about. And one spill of fate was quite enough for the time being.

Taking the dice in her free hand she rolled them with a flick of her wrist and peered down at the results.

'Let me see... Just shy of the mark, oh well.'

Niksia lingered there, wondering if she should keep trying or move on.