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[wither_wilt]

Salah has papers spread out across one of the tables in the Wasteland. He is writing notes to himself as he flips through several different books with titles like "Fables of..." and "Tall Tales of the

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[savethewolves]

Kitty!

Whatever old enmities might exist between dogs and cats, Journey is willing to put it aside to come give Tequila scritches.

Hell, she's even willing to put aside whatever old enmities might exist between Salah (and the general vampire population) and the Pack.

[wither_wilt]

Tequila, being used to werewolves in general, rolls over to lay part on jacket and part on Salah's papers. He blinks his one eye and purrs louder.

Salah, on the other hand, narrows his eyes slightly at Journey. "He isn't dinner. He's my roommate. Please do keep that in mind."

[savethewolves]

"I don't eat people, silly Salah."

She hunkers down and rests her chin on the table, the better to commune with the cat.

[wither_wilt]

Tequila reaches out and puts his paw on Journey's face. Pet more, five fingered thing! More pettings! And bring hamsters! More hamsters and pettings!

"That's nice, Journey," Salah says mildly and rolls his eyes at his cat. "Traitor."

[cheng_hu]

A couple tables over, someone else is also working hard.

Okay, that's a horrible lie. A few tables over, Daniel does have what looks like a map spread out. He's also got his head down and his eyes closed. Looks like someone has been working too late and getting up too early.

[wither_wilt]

Oh no.

Rule number...well, whatever number! But there is a Wasteland Rule: don't sleep in the Wasteland.

Why? Ask Preston and his tendency to be locked in the freezer draped in Christmas lights when he has too much to drink.

Let us start...small. Ping!

Is that a paper football to back of Daniel's head? Oh no!

[cheng_hu]

Daniel twitches, but doesn't quite wake up. His horse used to try and eat his hair when he slept near her. It's gonna take more than that.

[wither_wilt]

Hmmm! It seems we have a heavy sleeper.

It breaks Salah's heart a little that he can't do something really creative. He doesn't trust Tequila to be left along in a bar full of vampires and werewolves. That's just too much like fast food for his tastes.

Salah gives Tequila a look, and the cat rolls himself upside on Salah's jacket and purrs louder. There is a highlighter by his cat's outstretched paws. Well, only one thing to do! Salah trades seats so he is near enough to both Tequila and Daniel, and he sets to work on a lovely pink, floral pattern on Daniel's left cheek.