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[dark_eyed_fae]

A fairly normal someone - looks like a college kid - wanders into the cantina, looking around curiously. Hope I got the coordinates right...

He's dressed up, comparatively, at least - as in, he's in slacks and a fairly nice shirt as opposed to a t-shirt and jeans. He waves awkwardly at the bartender. "Uh, hey."

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[random_xtras]

Solid black eyes with no visible white look back at him as the blue-haired woman smiles. "Hey. What's yours?"

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Er... just beer, I guess." Davey doesn't actually drink a lot. "I'm, uh, waiting for someone."

He's a little nervous about the solid black eyes. He has this thing about sharks. He's also not sure whether this lady's another changeling or something else - or whether she can see what he really looks like.

[random_xtras]

Blue is a normal human being except for her appearance. Well, and her hard won and well practiced bartending abilities.

"It's non-alcoholic." She sets down a big glass mug that smells just like the real thing. Well, a really good batch of the real thing.

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Ah... thanks." He looks sheepish. "Does a half-elf girl with a lot of piercings come here a lot?"

[random_xtras]

"Though the version that was father to Mornbein's original died a hero." She offers him a gummi gingerbread man.

[dark_eyed_fae]

He accepts it and nibbles at it gingerly. "Huh. Another alternate universe thing." He blinks. "Wait... original?"

[random_xtras]

The little candy actually tastes pleasantly of gingerbread.

"Oh, he did the other stuff too. And yeah. She's a clone. I hear she only woke up after the first Mornbein got killed."

[dark_eyed_fae]

"What in the world did he do that made up for that?"

He looks confused. "O... kay. Uh. Maybe I shouldn't tell her I know this."

[random_xtras]

"Really?" She quirks a quizzical brow and grins at him. "Which one?"

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Uh... said his name was Swindle." He blinks as this sinks in. "... Do I want to know why she's raising a bunch of Transformer kids?"

[random_xtras]

"Swindle.... Did he say anything about cookies?" Her expression goes really amused. She'll answer his question next.

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Not especially. Are they the things that turned him into a dragon?" That one had freaked him out pretty badly.

[random_xtras]

"We're probably not gonna act like the ones you heard about," says Runamuck as Orian gives a happy hello in return. "We're kinda weird."

[dark_eyed_fae]

Davey shrugs. "So are most of my friends. Heck, one of my friends is a gravedigger. Literally - it's his job."

[random_xtras]

"We're busboys," says Orion. "We used to clean up too, but we wound up making more messes than we cleaned up, so the lady in charge of the resort told us to stick with what we didn't wreck."

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Makes sense." Davey nodded. "So how are you two doing?"

[random_xtras]

"Mmmhmm. People sometimes ask us when we're going to change them, because we didn't pick them. But the resort's surrounded by water, so they're really useful, you know? Sometimes we give the guests rides."

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Makes sense. Jets need runways and everything; flying boats probably work a lot better here."

[random_xtras]

Runamuck blinks at him. "The resort's not here."

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Well, whatever. You know what I meant, right?"