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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael just woke up from a very nice nap. Eighteen hours, all told. Not bad. It was looking to be a good night.*

*Until he walked into the bar proper.*

*Now it looks to be a very bad night indeed.*

*He'd say something equivilent to "Fucking Milliways", if he could talk.*

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[is_a_boy]

A... boy? is standing not far away, trying to brush off the glitter that seems to be permanently stuck to his clothes.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael glances at him, still looking annoyed from his own predicament. When he realizes who it is, he grins, white teeth flashing in silent chuckles.*

[is_a_boy]

Blaise sees the mime and lifts an eyebrow. "What?"

He then looks more closely. "...Yrael?"

A smirk, complete with lipstick. "Nice outfit."

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael snickers silently, then raises an eyebrow at Blaise's appearance. "You, as well."*

[doc_lecter]

"I see," says the penguin.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael knows English. He's begun vaguely to look into Mandarin. He hasn't gotten to Sign language yet.*

*The mime smiles slightly at the penguin as he continues to take stock of his costume. He cannot even remove the tophat. Argh.*

*He pauses, then motions to his own costume. Motioning to the penguin also, he gives a quizzical-curious look.*

[doc_lecter]

"Who is the one being who can change my physical status and not annoy me, my friend?" His voice is filled with deep amusement.

[mogget_cat]

*He tilts his head in something of a slanted nod for a moment, with a look of "I know, but...why?" He motions to the bar as a whole. It's done to nearly everyone.*

*His outstretched arm randomly catches a strand of Mardi Gras beads. Green, of course. This provokes an idle-yet-curious glance to the rafters.*