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Sep 29, 2006 17:49

Asar-Suti was sitting by the fireplace, in his favourite chair, and watching three young rats juggle espresso spoons.-

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gorlim September 29 2006, 16:39:03 UTC
"Sooie," declares a very small child at the Purple One's feet. Pointing, "'ats."

Yep.

Rats.

Kelly is a very queenly Captain Obvious.

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asar_suti September 29 2006, 16:41:40 UTC
"Hello, little Kelly!" Asar-Suti said, holding out his arms to her. "Yes, rats - and spoons. Would you like to watch them?"

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gorlim September 29 2006, 16:46:04 UTC
The little lass wiggles over to him happily. "'Ats 'poons Sooie da!" She points to where Gorlim watches like a wild fox, eyes glinting in amusement at the sight of the Purple One and his daughter.

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asar_suti September 29 2006, 17:17:14 UTC
Asar-Suti waved over to Gorlim and lifted Kelly, settling her on his lap.

The rats added more spoons as the went along; the three of them were now juggling 17 spoons seemingly at random between them.

"Aren't they clever?" Asar-Suti said to the little lass. "And aren't you clever to know what a rat is!"

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blueeyedjohnny September 29 2006, 21:40:07 UTC
A young man, very skinny, with a rather confused expression, has just scooped up another of the rats.

He has a sword, and appears to be trying to decide if anyone will miss it if he eats it...

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asar_suti September 29 2006, 21:48:30 UTC
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Asar-Suti said.

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blueeyedjohnny September 29 2006, 21:52:42 UTC
The man jumps, gets bitten and drops the rat. He scrambles to his feet, sword not quite raised, and eyes Asar-Suti warily.

"It is your rat?" he asks, with a thick Borogravian accent.

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asar_suti September 29 2006, 22:05:01 UTC
Asar-Suti stood.

"Oh, you are new!" he said. "It's been some time since we got many new faces. No, these rats are the bar waitstaff; they belong to themselves and work for Gil, the faun who runs the kitchen. Who I happen to live with, so I take all harm done to a rat personally. Because then I'd have a sobbing faun in my arms that night, not a happy one. Also, you're not allowed to use violence in here. You are not allowed to bring grudges from your world, and you are not allowed to have sex in public." Something about that young man's face tells Asar-Suti he might be one of the few people needing that rule spelling out for. "The first drink is on the house. After that, the bar will keep a tab for you, but you must pay it - currency from your world is fine. You can get a room here, food, almost everything, from the bar. You can duel outside by the lake side if you totally have to, but please, no scorch marks in the lawn. I am in charge of the garden; I hate having to get scorch marks out of the lawn."

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