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[displacedbirdy]

There's a fellow with a long peacock tail sticking out from under his shirt sprawled across a couch. He's chewing on the end of a pencil that, if one looks closely enough, seems to have suffered his molar-y wrath before. Also, for those that can tell that sort of thing, congratulations, you've found a lycanthrope

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[surfer_vamp]

"Bartender." He nods decisively.

[displacedbirdy]

"Bartender? That always seemed like it would be fun."

[doc_shadetail]

Telara cocks her head to one side, rubbing her chin as she thinks. She smirks as the answer comes to her.

"Professional surfer. Dunno why, it just sounds fun. Alas, I don't think I'm quite made for it."

[displacedbirdy]

Javier sits up a bit, with a grin. "Not made for it. I don't know, that tail might be pretty good for balancing on one," he replies.

[doc_shadetail]

"Well, it might be helpful at first. But when it gets water logged..." She chuckles. "Get outta the shower in the morning, it's like I'm dragging a large, wet sack of potatoes around. Still, it'd be fun to be on the ocean. Or even just see one, for that matter."

[displacedbirdy]

He laughs. "You probably do have a point there. Wet tails are not fun at all." A pause. "You've never seen the ocean?"