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[femme_wizard]

[OOC: Out of Milliways]
[OOC: reposted to go after the breakfast post, because mun is wierd like that]There is a staff in the bar. It has an Esk attached. A very thin and pale looking Esk, who has a glazed expression which doesn't reflect her usual preoccupied thought processes

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[mailorderjunkie]

Yamino, who has been reading his cookbook at his table, looks up as he hears stumbling steps. He notices the odd behavior, closes his book, and walks over.

"Miss? Are you all right?"

[femme_wizard]

She looks at him, blankly but doesn't say anything, almost as if she niether understands the question, nor remembers how to answer.

[mailorderjunkie]

He waves a hand in front of her face and tries again. This time, however, he speaks directly to her mind. It's not a trick he has ever used often while in human form since he has a perfectly fine mouth and vocal cords in this form, but it should surmount any language barriers, if that is indeed the problem.

Miss? Are you all right? Is something the matter? You look as if you're hurt or possibly confused. Do you need help?

[femme_wizard]

She reels back involuntarily, and would probably fall off her stool, if she hadn't still been holding on to her staff. Sparks crackle ominously over the head of the staff. They're a sort of greenish purple. If staffs could have emotions, this one would be furious.

Esk herself suddenly looks predatory. Her lips move and form two words, but no sounds come out. Mentally, however, she is screaming.

"Get out!"

[asar_suti]

Asar-Suti darts up to her from where he's been sitting by the fireplace, as usual.

The trilobites (nine of them!) are happily wibbling in their fishtank.

"Esk!" he says. "You look terrible - did something happen to your home after all?"

[femme_wizard]

Her head snaps around, a little farther and faster then human necks should naturally let heads do. Her shoulders stay facing forward, as if they've forgotten they're there.

She looks at him keenly but blankly, saying nothing and with no expression on her drawn face.

[asar_suti]

"Esk!" he says intensely, "Esk, what is wrong? What happened to you?"

She looks severely disturbed. A bit like a Cheysuli with lir-related problems, actually. Natural magic gone wrong?

[femme_wizard]

She stares at him for a little longer and her expression slowly softens a tiny bit.

"s'gone," she mumbles.

[gil_whimple]

Gil spots the young lady as soon as he leaves the kitchen - Sooty's friend, the one who helped make the beetles - and she looks most odd.

He walks over and looks at her with a smile. "'Morning, can I get you anything? Smelling salts? Paracetamol?"

[femme_wizard]

She looks at him blankly, pondering this. She's hungry.

"Rabbit." She says.

[gil_whimple]

"Rabbit," Gil flushes. "Er - yes. How would you like it? Stew, pie, fricassee or au naturel?"

[femme_wizard]

She wants it alive so she can tear it apart herself.

But luckily, she also doesn't want that.

"Actually, forget that. I'll, uh... Sausages. And mashed potatoes. Lots of them. Thanks." She smiles wanly.

[silverageflash]

Flash enters, dressed in what must seem an even odder outfit to Eska - a white button-down shirt with a bowtie. Not that she is likely to notice.

He sees her and smiles, but then sees that she is rather a wreck.

"Eska? What's the matter?"

[femme_wizard]

She stares at him blankly for a minute, then drops her gaze.

"I'm not sure you'd want to know. It's, um, magical. Very much so."

[silverageflash]

"Well, I might not be in costume, but if you need help, it's sort of a hero's job to help. Magic or not."

[femme_wizard]

Her smiles, but there's no humour behind it.

"Would you believe I've lost a kingdom?"

[sgt_rock]

Detritus' helmet is turned down to around five or six just at the moment. In what passes for being sensible when you are Detritus, he figured that there was no sense keeping his brain nice and cool when he was just going to have a few drinks and a snack and take a nap. So what one has now, knuckling his way to the bar to order a plate of limestone and coal, is a slightly-hung-over and not-particularly-intelligence-augmented Detritus.

The barstools are already weeping inside at the thought.

[femme_wizard]

As much as you can ignore a small mountain range heading towards you at what, for a mountain range, is breakneck speed, Esk ignores him.

[sgt_rock]

Well, that happens. Not all that often but it does happen. Fortunately, under the circumstances the troll isn't bright enough to notice, so all he does is pull up about three stools nearby and plop* himself down onto them.

*Crunch, really

[femme_wizard]

She does look up at the crunch, however, because when one hears a crunch like that, it's always a good idea to check it wasn't any of your limbs that are crunching.

"Hi, Detritus.

"... I mean, Sergeant."