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Enter a motley assortment!
Puck's shoe enters first, flying halfway across the room; Puck himself follows after, yanking at his tie with an aggrieved air that rather suggests it was attempting to strangle him.
River, in sparkly purple, is giving Puck a look which eloquently indicates that whatever he was saying before the door opened, it's something that she finds either moronic or highly suspect. (Or both!) She has a bundle of clothing tucked under one arm. As she steps through the doorway, a single poker chip falls to spin along the floor.
Havelock, meanwhile, is... in the shadows. Lurking. Havelockishly.
[OOC: River-mun and Puck-mun are here! Havelock-mun is not, alas, at least for the time being.]
Puck's shoe enters first, flying halfway across the room; Puck himself follows after, yanking at his tie with an aggrieved air that rather suggests it was attempting to strangle him.
River, in sparkly purple, is giving Puck a look which eloquently indicates that whatever he was saying before the door opened, it's something that she finds either moronic or highly suspect. (Or both!) She has a bundle of clothing tucked under one arm. As she steps through the doorway, a single poker chip falls to spin along the floor.
Havelock, meanwhile, is... in the shadows. Lurking. Havelockishly.
[OOC: River-mun and Puck-mun are here! Havelock-mun is not, alas, at least for the time being.]