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[coreenfennel]

Coreen has worked herself into a crabstastic mood, partly from hormones, and partly because she's been thinking, which...yeah, Coreen shouldn't think.  She's currently sitting in her corner of the Bar, nursing a plate of potato skins, cottage cheese and a caramel apple.  Given the right insentive, she might be willing to share.

OOC: A quick note

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[wildwld_gadgets]

"There are brushes growing out of your hair," says a very bleary eyed yet dapper gentleman gunslinger.

[coreenfennel]

Coreen looks up, gives him a confused look and shakes her head.

"Oh, yeah, was painting a mural. They work."

((OOC:sorry for slow time!))

[wildwld_gadgets]

"Are they tame?" he asks reached forward as if he wishes to pet them.

The narrator would like to warn the lady that poor Artemis here has had a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster.

[[OOC-No Problem!]]

[coreenfennel]

She leans back a little and looks over at him. "Uh...they're only tame when I want them to be. Other than that...they can be vicious."

[coreenfennel]

Coreen looks up from her plate and gives Ganymede a lopsided smile.

"I've been painting and I hate when my hair gets in the way."

[coreenfennel]

She gestures at the seat across from her for him to have a seat. No sense in him having to stand.

"Well, I've been working on a mural in my room. Forest theme."

She has been averting her eyes from looking directly at him, almost like it'd hurt to try.