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[weeper_of_blood]

There's a booth occupied by an extremely tetchy mathematician who's left leg has a serious case of the jitters. It might have something to do with the inhaler he's been taking far too frequently, but luckily he's now onto cigarettes

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[cheevy]

Know who's ignoring Chiffre?

MINIVER IS.

Know who's only here to barter some pretty booze from Bar?

MINIVER IS.

CHIFFRE DOES NOT EXIST IN THIS WORLD, NO. HE WILL DENY IT.

...Until Chiffre decides to talk to him, should that happen.

[weeper_of_blood]

And just when he was about to make some sort of nod of recognition towards the hippie, too.

Well fine, if he's going to be ignored, then.. well, he's not. Because people don't blank Le Chiffre. It's just not a done thing.

It's likely he doesn't even realise there's a reason for him to get ignored. He hasn't done anything wrong after all. Not that he can remember. So, Cheevy is getting a balled up, empty packet of cigarettes thrown at him.

[cheevy]

Miniver scowls as the packet hits him, but he WILL NOT LOOK AT CHIFFRE, NOR RECOGNIZE HIS EXISTENCE IN ANY WAY.

[weeper_of_blood]

Le Chiffre will just have to go to Miniver then. Which he does so with some reluctance, and a certain amount of stiffness after sitting for far too long.

Slipping up beside him, he casts a glance to the thrown packet that now sat on the floor, "Not looking at me anymore, Cheevy?"

[puckishly]

... Now, it may be that Puck's been spending a little too much time watching television. There's not always that much to do around here, even if it is the bar at the end of the universe, and Tentacles of Our Waves provides surprisingly engrossing daytime entertainment, given that it's squid cavorting around in that little box.

However, it is also possible that in his odyssey of TV discovery, he has recently discovered the 24-hour televangelist channel.

"Pardon me," he says, wearing an expression of polite, hopeful enquiry.

"Have you found Jesus?"

[weeper_of_blood]

Between smoking and twitching, Le Chiffre can just about spare a glance towards Puck. Though, he kind of wishes he hadn't after a question like that.

".. Mm," he answers with a vague nod. "Under my floorboards, I believe."

[puckishly]

Puck sighs.

"Ahh. That is some small relief, I suppose." He looks mournful. "I had feared he was avoiding me."

[weeper_of_blood]

Le Chiffre looks very sympathetic! And by 'very', the mun means 'not'.

"You're quite welcome to meet him. I plan on dumping the body in the lake within the next few days."

[chemist_rani]

Just by chance, another glare (this one just as permanent though somewhat more irritated) happens to meet with his glare.

[weeper_of_blood]

A glare like that deserves a lingering watch, and he does so, with brows furrowing to add a frown.

"Problem?"

[chemist_rani]

"I could ask the same of you."

Her voice is imperious, her tone clear, her pitch that of an alto, and her accent faintly (if you didn't know any better) British.

[weeper_of_blood]

"Everything and everyone is a problem. Not my problem, thankfully, but they're still a problem."

His own tone is sulky, low and distinctly European. Not even a language expert could pinpoint that accent of his.