This seems to be a trend...

[cherry_ninja]

In a couple of chairs by the fire are a pair of sky pirates, quite possibly with a team of moogles nearby, talking about repairs that need to be made on their ship. Kaylee would probably go bonkers

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[fallen_april]

April looks at the walking carpet with mingled curiosity and the desire to wash it thoroughly.

Very thoroughly.

[bloody_woof]

Gaspode looks up at April from what's probably a pair of beady, dark eyes although it's hard to say. "Woof." And yes, that'd be the word, not the noise.

[fallen_april]

April has not read any of the Discworld books yet, but she knows that dogs don't actually say 'woof'. She frowns.

"That's not quite right..." she murmurs to herself, locking eyes with the carpet/dog.

[bloody_woof]

"Bark." Gaspode's enjoying himself...he might even sit close to April's feet.

[pjpettigrew]

Peter is here, momentarily, in between dashing back and forth to his patient upstairs. And trying very hard not to think about who that patient is, because fanboying in this case would lead to madness, and a mad Healer would definitely not be good for the patient.

He notices the girl's pink hair first.

The second thing he notices is that she's pretty.

The third thing he sees would be that black-robed skeleton of a rat standing on the table beside the whatever-it-is that Pink-Haired Girl making. A skeleton that is, for lack of a better word, resonating on some level Peter can't explain.

"Er...hello," he says walking over to the girl. "What's that you're making? And who"--he nods in the direction of the cowled rat--"is he?"

[cherry_ninja]

Sakura looks up and smiles at Peter. He's not that much older than she is, seemingly, and he's cute in the Naruto's cute...but not nearly as handsome as Sasuke of course. Still, he seems to have a nice enough personality although he's fairly radiating nervous energy.

"Hmmm? Oh, these are onigiri, balls of rice wrapped with seaweed. They're really yummy. As for him," she jerks her chin at the rat. "I have no idea. He just showed up and started trying to steal food. It's probably a good thing they're too big." She laughs as the Death of Rats glowers and launches a barrage of SQUEAKS at her. "Maybe he ought to ask next time..."

She wipes her hands, and rises to her feet in one fluid motion. "I'm Sakura. And you are?" Her green eyes are twinkling, after all, she's always up for meeting new people, especially if they might have knowledge to impart. And Peter certainly seems to have just that.

[pjpettigrew]

"I'm Peter Pettigrew," Peter says, smiling in response. "I haven't seen you about before. Are you new, or have I somehow managed to miss you?"

He studies the onigiri. What the heck, I've eaten worse things than seaweed. Like the time that the school served haggis on Burns Night. "May I try some...onigiri...please?"

[cherry_ninja]

"New? No, not really. I've known about this place for a while now, but I don't come often. It seems that too much is going on in my world for the inn to decide i can come here any time."

She hands him an onigiri. "I hope you don't mind umiboshi...pickled plums. They add a bit of a tangy flavor to the rice, and there's one in the center of each of these."

[abar_starclog]

Carl was on his way back to the computer lab after dropping off another round of dishes (funny how those don't just go away when you're done with them). But there's nothing like a good argument to sidetrack someone.
Especially when it involves one of your coworkers and that orangutan who was confused by the computers.
"Do I even want to know what you're arguing about?"

[oook_is]

"OOOOKK!!!!"

"This...MONKEY! Refuses to let me into the library! And I KNOW the truth is in there!"

[abar_starclog]

"...Maybe if you stopped calling him a monkey, it'd help your case."
Granted, this is Mother, so it might not. But it can't hurt to try.

[oook_is]

The Librarian nods at Carl. Clearly the boy has more sense than the other man.

Air-headed idiot, of course he's not getting in here. He'd ruin my organizational system! "Ook." Emphatically. Mother just flails.