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[there_is_a_me]

Sarge gave him some places to start. Places like you need to stop calling people sir and don't follow orders unless given to you by one of the people who obviously works here. Good places to start. He's not going to stress, then, when he ends up here instead of in the back when on his way to the pells. After all, it's not like he's going to

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[milkbonesoldier]

There's Wells' scent, of course. He hasn't gone outside yet, though he's planning to soon enough. He hasn't caught sight nor smell of Spoon from where he sits at the moment, though that could obviously change any time.

[there_is_a_me]

The question, here, is if Sarge smells like he needs time alone. If he does, Spoon'll just let him be alone for a bit and wander about trying to get used to the whole idea of crowd.

He thinks he did pretty well last night. Didn't even start to change, now did he?

[milkbonesoldier]

Not so much needing time alone as needing time not working. He can do that as easily with one of his people as alone, really.

[there_is_a_me]

So after a brief consultation with himself and a tentative one with the Bar, Spoon is heading over that way with a cream tea on a tray.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace is in the bar, enjoying a leisurely breakfast of french toast with berries.

...

With once again enough syrup to sink a ship.

Ace is, it must be said, entirely too fond of sweet things.

Mum? Mum? Mum, I want some. Mum? Muuuuum? Mum? Muuuuuuuum pleeeeeease? Mum?

So, evidently, is her dog. There is a lanky Doberman with floppy uncut ears and a long whippy tail flopped on the floor looking entirely too hopeful that somehow, food will fall from on high.

For the record, yes, Magic got her breakfast this morning.

[there_is_a_me]

After a moment to suss her out and head that way there is the smell of burning fag and an amused male voice saying, "So do you have blood, or just insulin raging through your veins?"

Shush, you, its not dignified to beg like that. Got to be more subtle about the whole thing. Try a heavy sigh and puttin' your head on her foot.

[nitro_is_ace]

"S'all pure sugar, s'what makes me so sweet. Hullo Spoon." Ace looks up and grins.

Magic, startled that someone is actually talking, forgets her begging campaign. Stretching lazily, she picks herself up off the floor and saunters over to investigate the new guy.

[there_is_a_me]

"Hullo, Ace. Is that it, now?" If she's looking up, she'll miss him. He gets right on down and sticks his face in Magic's to give as good a sniff as he's getting.

...

Okay, Ace will get a decent view of his fag, 'cause he's not going to hold that down in the dog's nose. That'd just be cruel, it would.

[river_meimei]

There's someone under a table nearby.

Doesn't seem to be making much effort to hide, though, despite that. It's a girl, in her late teens from the look of her, with tangled dark hair and a brown duster over pink dress and sweater. Her feet are bare, but a pair of black boots is tucked against the wall behind her.

She smells of metal and canned air and engine oil; of mud and horses; very faintly, of the sterile tang of alcohol and medicine (but only as someone who was in an infirmary earlier, not someone who lives or works there); of the mingled fruit scents of the terrifyingly pink drink in front of her.

[there_is_a_me]

His nose flares and he dips down to look at her with a head-tilt that would look better on a dog than on a man. He makes a questioning noise that isn't words.

[river_meimei]

River's head lifts; it's a moment before she focuses on him, instead of the air beside him.

There's something of the wild animal too about her, about the way even under a bar table she looks as if any moment she could startle and flee, or creep closer with the wary beginnings of trust. Her scent's all human, though.

She doesn't say anything yet. Just watches him, motionless.

[there_is_a_me]

He's able to hold just as still as she is, just as wary, just as lost and confused. The sound is made again, because generally girls don't hide under tables, right?

[bannion_sight]

The young woman who walks up to the bar not far away is too young to have hair that white.

"Coffee, please," she says to Bar, with a cheerful smile-- even if a tired one.

[there_is_a_me]

He doesn't recognize her scent, but there's something interesting about it. Castles and wood fire and the like.

He doesn't exactly stuff his face in her neck to smell, but its a lot closer than normal people lean.

[bannion_sight]

"Um. Hi," she says, looking over at him. Kim's a friendly person, and comfortable with people -- although it's been a while since anyone unfamiliar's moved that close to her.

People are afraid of the Seer of Brennin, she's found.

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon...would be more afraid of doctor than of Seer of Brennin, all things being equal, "Sorry, ma'am. You just smelled odd, ma'am."

He cringes from her. Actually cringes.