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[puckishly]

Hmmmm. I wonder what day it could be. What day could possibly have put Puck in such a generally amused frame of mind?

I wonder.

At any rate, Puck is lying on his back on one of the tables, eyeing the upside-down comings and goings of the patrons with lazy, amiable curiosity.

He is always willing to accept gifts of chocolate.

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[dead_comrade]

Krauser is starting by the table. When tables are taken here, it seems to be pretty definite.

Puck gets a second look, just because he's the first person Krauser's seen doing that in a while who isn't injured or drunk.

[puckishly]

Puck could be drunk! He just ... isn't.

Krauser gets a bright, bright smile in reply to that look.

With sharp, sharp, sharp teeth.

[dead_comrade]

Krauser smiles back.

Krauser lost his friends before he started smiling like this. Otherwise they'd have told him to quit.

[puckishly]

Awwww. Everyone deserves friends! Especially if they can give good advice on not smiling creepily!

Puck tilts his head consideringly. Still on his back.

"May I be of any service to you, sirrah?"

[dead_comrade]

He misses them! Not that he'll admit anything of the kind.

"Just getting used to the place." He glances at the nearest table. No occupant, no headrest or anything. Must be a trendsetter.

[puckishly]

"Mmm."

It's a noise of sympathy, if not, exactly, commiseration.

"I take it she is somewhat new to you, then." A bit of a laugh suddenly, silvery and sharp. "Or else you are rather easily disconcerted."

[dead_comrade]

"'She?'" Krauser nods. "First day."

Which explains a lot, really.

[puckishly]

"She," Puck agrees with a nod. "The actual Bar, that is, not the tavern itself-- if that has assigned itself a sex, I've yet to learn of it."

[dead_comrade]

Krauser mutters something to himself under his breath (it translates to "and I thought Ray was being poetic," once you've dug through the crude phrasing.) "Sounds like you've been here long enough to figure all this out."

[puckishly]

He smiles placidly.

"And more besides."

[dead_comrade]

It's actually that smile that sort of gets to Krauser a little.

"I'm Jack." He speaks with the tones of someone who's gotten the idea that names don't mean much to anyone. "Jack Krauser. Pretty normal earth, once you're past what everyone's trying to do with the place."

[puckishly]

"Jack Krauser."

Puck's tones are rather like those of a biologist intent on cataloging all known kingdoms, phlya, classes, orders, families, genii, and species.

"Enchanted to meet you. They call me Robin." Another smile, sharper than sweet.

"What are they trying to do with it?"

[dead_comrade]

And it's the tones that reach him. The emotion goes out of his face and his body language. He very quietly draws back into himself and just starts watching.

"The usual: struggles for power on a global scale, and everyone's gotten better teeth. It's turned insane."

[puckishly]

The reaction is not lost on Puck. He frowns.

"I am not altogether unacquainted with such things," he says thoughtfully. "The power, the teeth, or the madness that seems to follow."

Oberon, after all, amassed quite an arsenal before the end.

[dead_comrade]

"Then you've got the idea." Krauser shakes his head. "There's no real balance of power anymore. People are just getting overrun. For a while a country's workers had control over where it was going. Now, they don't. It's in the hands of a few."

[puckishly]

He tilts his head.

"And are those hands very capable?"