So, who watches the rafters these days?

[tyler_marlocke]

Having gotten over his cold from earlier, and through a good chunk of his japanese homework, (He can at least ask for the polite directions to the bathroom without the 'gotta pee' dance being involved) Tyler's up in the rafters with an odd little colorful gun in his hands. Last time he tried it out with Duck it just shot out multicolored bubbles

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[v_accidentprone]

Alex, unawares, is drinking a can of Coke and poking through a book of something or other.

That is, until a bubble hits him. Then he's being assaulted by an overenthusiastic black puppy. Flailing also takes place.

(His shadow might have mysteriously disappeared.)

[tyler_marlocke]

And the boy in the rafters has taken no notice of the fact that the dark purple bursting upon that particular patron has had that effect...though the puppy gets a soft bark of "Play nice!" from above.

There is only a gleeful bark in the puppy attempting to wash the boy's face entirely on his own.

[v_accidentprone]

Alex is somewhere between spluttering and laughing. Whoever's puppy this is definitely overly-friendly and enthusiastic. He should check for a collar.

You know, once he peels the puppytongue away from his face.

[tyler_marlocke]

One reach over the neck provides this much information.

The puppy has no collar, is very soft, and very hard to get a good grip on.

[stilljustandrew]

Who watches the rafters? That would probably call for somebody like ... a Watcher.

Except this particular Watcher is absorbed in a book at the moment, sprawled in the armchair near the fireplace.

[tyler_marlocke]

That is why the Watcher probably won't notice the cluster of three differently colored bubbles (green, mustard and pink) until they drift down and burst upon his hand.

...why does it suddenly smell like bananas, and where did the tiny kazoo concert coming from?

[stilljustandrew]

It's the smell he notices first, and the haunting strains of Rick Astley as rendered by kazoo a moment later.

... that's weird.

[tyler_marlocke]

What'll be weirder is when he reaches into his pocket for something...and suddenly feels several disk-like things dissolve into...glitter. Lemon-yellow glitter.

Several more bubbles drift down from above, in a nearly full rainbow of color assortments.

[withhistailhigh]

Somebody is watching the rafters.

Possibly because that somebody is, in fact, on the rafters a yard or so away from Tyler.

[tyler_marlocke]

And that somecat is going to be noticed, peered at breifly, before getting a stream of about seven multicolored bubbles sent absently and cheerfully in his direction, before Tyler goes back to watching the rest of the bubbles he sent out drift about the bar.

It's a good day to be a kid.

[withhistailhigh]

They are floating and shimmery! This merits the cat's attention. He watches them, pupils dilated and whiskers twitching in anticipation, until the nearest one is within range of a swatting forepaw.

[tyler_marlocke]

-pop!

The bubble bursts, leaving a shimmery residue over the paw that swatted it...and then all over the cat. Instead of black hairs being shed everywhere, somecat is going to find himself shedding a good deal of purple glitter whenever he moves.