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[There's a Tyki leaning awkwardly against a wall somewhere in a particularly busy part of the Dressing Room. He's not very interested in all the people going past him, and he doesn't really seem to realize that his cigarette is starting to burn out. For some reason, he doesn't look quite well... as if he hasn't slept lately. His eyes aren't focused. A discarded Dressing Room pamphlet lies carelessly discarded on the floor near him. It doesn't look as if it's been read.]
Hmm? This isn't where I'm supposed to be, not at all. How strange it is.
[He sort of mumbles this under his breath; he might not be aware that he's talking. There's an air about him similar to that of someone who's semi-catatonic. He's obviously new, but he doesn't seem upset. Just mildly disconcerted.]
[Feel free to poke him. He's not likely to bite.]
Hmm? This isn't where I'm supposed to be, not at all. How strange it is.
[He sort of mumbles this under his breath; he might not be aware that he's talking. There's an air about him similar to that of someone who's semi-catatonic. He's obviously new, but he doesn't seem upset. Just mildly disconcerted.]
[Feel free to poke him. He's not likely to bite.]