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[attic_girl]

Fuchsia has appropriated a table somewhere that affords a fairly good view of the bar and the other patrons. She's decided, it seems, to spend the entire day in the bar proper, and be social. Or to try, anyway

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[petriedino]

Like the little dinosaur fluttering about in the rafters, maybe?

[attic_girl]

Unfortunately, Fuchsia has relegated Petrie to the rank of owl. Which only results in her scowling at him.

[petriedino]

He doesn't look so very much like an owl, really. Entirely the wrong kind of wings.

Maybe if he flies a little further down?

[attic_girl]

Alas, there are no dinosaurs in Gormenghast, so she has to categorize with what she knows.

He might be a very sick owl.