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[garbage_boy]

Linguini's first tour of Milliways called everything he thought he knew into question, which clearly demanded he do something constructive (i.e., work toward an illustrious career as a mad scientist) when he next was forced to returned in order to make himself feel like he has any control whatsoever over the situation. Thusly he is in the bar

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[fortunateking]

Tiger had a very nice day, actually. He spent it outside by the lake in the sun, went for a swim, and... just had his nap interrupted by a SCREAMING, FLAILING MANIAC.

With a yawn the big cat looks up, blinking at Linguini.

Well.

That's... eloquent.

[garbage_boy]

It is, isn't it? It really is. Yes.

Ordinarily after making a public spectacle of himself Linguini would be surreptitiously trying to determine how many people saw him and whether or not he can passably pretend it didn't happen, but since he's doing this through tears of PEPPERY AGONY it's pretty obvious that something's up.

He hears a yawn, sees A TIGER and stops flailing for just a moment. He can feel its scorn.

[fortunateking]

Scorn? That's a strong word, even for Tiger.

It's more like a mild... distaste.

"Bad day?" asks the creature, without moving his mouth.

[garbage_boy]

He looks around in alarm to see where the voice came from, even though he's pretty sure it did in fact come from the tiger, but as a moderately rational Earthling he's still kind of obligated to look for other possibilities.

So he comes back to the tiger, and tenses, like a rabbit about to take off. How does he know it's distate? Tiger expressions are hard to read. It could be the opposite.

".......yes," he says, truthfully, because he kind of is and it'll be even worse if he's eaten.

[lichvell_r]

Ravin's day was quite boring. She met a couple people able to hold intelligent conversations and not be condescending with her due to her apparent age (or real age). But since then... ah, well, dull-ness abounds.

Most likely, that is the reason she slides a nice cold pint-size bttle of mineral water down the counter to the weird-looking human.

[garbage_boy]

Linguini takes it, chugs it in a maneuver that would make frat boys everywhere weep with shame at their inadequacy, and plunks down on a barstool huffing and sputtering. Because how do you appropriately follow up such a performance? You can't, really.

"Uh... thanks," he says. Awkwardly. And sheepishly. Despite the fact that he was choking to death three seconds ago. This is a skill honed through years of insecurity.

[lichvell_r]

"Bread. Eat some soft bread, it will 'wipe' the ardent component from your mouth." The girl nods, watching him. "I'm Ravin."

No, she does not say he is welcome; the demi-lich is just curious.

[garbage_boy]

Bar produces it, despite having her hospitality stomped all over by his incompetence, and Linguini takes a bite out of it. And wipes his eyes, but with his sleeve, not his hand. It's an important habit to develop when handling hot foods and the trial-and-error leading up to cementing it in one's brain is highly painful.

"Alfredo Linguini. Nice to meet you?" he says, watching her back. It's like a staring contest!

[ggollymissmolly]

The mun is far too tired to be tagging anyone, really, but Linguini is darling, so...

There is a small girl sitting on a stool at Bar with a very, very large milkshake indeed, occasionally looking around nervously (she thinks she may be still grounded. Stupid friends-family-people). She, er, may be giggling at him a bit. The milkshake is purple and sparkly, and in between giggles she slurps it noisily.

[garbage_boy]

Linguini spins around at the noise and gets the extremely odd feeling that she is laughing at him. Which is, quite frankly, preposterous!

Now he knows to be more discreet whenever he encounters a burning cayenne inferno, but at least she doesn't seem mad at the interruption. You know how you walk into school late, and everyone's in their seats already, and they all turn around and stare at you? Yeah. So, standing awkwardly!

"Uh... hi."

That wasn't so hard, now was it?

[ggollymissmolly]

"Hi." She grins up at him cheerfully, offering him her milkshake. (It has a swirly straw. Made of sparkly stuff. The general effect is rather dazzling.)

"Want some? You sounded like you could use a drink."

[garbage_boy]

This comment and the burning combine to create a reddish borderline-radioactive effect on Linguini's face. Good place to roast marshmallows, maybe.

"Uh, no thanks, I think I'm good." Because, well, she did already drink out of it. "If you're wondering why -- I mean, I was just... uh..." He gestures toward the kitchen, or at least, in the general direction of the kitchen, that is, in the general direction of the half of the bar where the kitchen resides. Generally.