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[sir_palomides]

There is an unconscious man on the floor, with what appears to be a canvas snake on his head

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[le_desirous]

Sagramore eyes him for a couple of minutes, and then hunkers down and pokes him. "What's on your head?"

[sir_palomides]

"It is a canvas model of the cranium and the cervical-vertebral appendage of the Beast Glatisant," Palomides replies promptly as he sits. Then, "By golly, is this not Dunlothian?"

[le_desirous]

"Something of a far distance. Why in Jesu's name would you want to be the Beast Glatisant?"

[sir_palomides]

"It was all to buck up King Pellinore, obviously. The poor fellow was pining for his Piggy, you see--that would be the King of Flanders's daughter--and Sir Grummore and I had thought that a return to his habitual diversions might lift his spirits. But then the beastly Beast got flirtatious--" He tries to look around Sagramore. "Where is Grum? Back in Dunlothian? And who are you?"

[ofthewildwolves]

Firekeeper takes one look at that, sits down on the floor, and just staaaaares.

[sir_palomides]

We will assume he has been poked by Sagramore and has gotten up by now, and he staaaaaaares back. "Well?"

[ofthewildwolves]

She doesn't even move, wolfish eyes slightly narrowed and still staaaaaring. "Are you man?"

[sir_palomides]

Trying, "Yes?"

[cuddlemequeen]

He may find himself, as he arises, being poked by a very small, dark haired little girl, beaming at him. "You're wearing silly clothes," she says firmly, a moment before her mother appears, looking concerned. "Oh dear...are you all right? I'm sorry if she was bothering you."

[sir_palomides]

"Bothering! But this is craftsmanship. See--" he holds out the edge of his costume for the little girl's perusal; there are buttons stitched awkwardly to the fabric to attach his costume to that of his nether half. "Yours truly has sewed these on himself!"

[cuddlemequeen]

Arianna examines them with great fascination, touches one, and looks up at him with a very, very big smile. "Really? You made it yourself?" She asks incredulously.

[sir_palomides]

"With the gracious assistance of Sir Grummore," he says proudly. "He was very knowledgeable about the anatomical proportions of the beast."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke walks in and blinks, eyebrows shooting up. "...I hope you're aware of what you're wearing," he says, dryly.

[sir_palomides]

"It would be a very bad joke to have put these on by accident," he agrees amiably.

[thornofcamorr]

A slight smile, this is. "Indeed. I don't know anyone who would have it in for me that much, and a lot of people are not very fond of me right now."

[sir_palomides]

Palomides gives him an aggrieved look. "It is a very good facsimile of the front half of the Beast Glatisant."

[anna_morcades]

"Nowhere of interest," Morgause says, looking down at him coolly.

[sir_palomides]

His eyes light up; he scrambles to his feet and bows. The snake head falls down in front of his face. "Queen Morgause! Also not at home in Dunlothian?"

[anna_morcades]

The dark eyebrows arc gracefully. "Nay, thank God, nor like to be."

[sir_palomides]

"But this place must be safe enough, if you're here. Where has Sir Grummore gone?"