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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."

[wildwld_gadgets]

Artemis' eyes go wide and he snatches his hand back.

"They must make good guardians."

[coreenfennel]

She grins. "Of course. They've been trained by the multiverse's finest evil squirrel army."

[wildwld_gadgets]

"Evil squirrels? There's evil squirrels as well as bunnies here?" Arty says, looking around like an army of squirrels is going to appear at any minute.

[coreenfennel]

Coreen grins wider; messing with drunk people is fun...plus, the squirrels are real.

"Well, there's only a few that come here, and none are here currently. They're back at their home, where they belong. But...they're very, very apt to appear."

[wildwld_gadgets]

Artemis stares at her for a full minute to gauge her honesty. Then, without a word, he turns tail and runs to the Men's Room.

[[OOC-Sorry to run so quickly but Arty says he has been in this state long enough and wants to be sober.]]

[coreenfennel]

((OOC: Quite alright))