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[the_seafarer]

Caspian, at a table, looking utterly bewildered.

The horses are pink. Not just pink. Purple and green and, let's face it, they are all colors of the rainbow.

The horses are not supposed to be all colors of the rainbow, and Caspian is in the bar now trying to figure out a way to get the paint off that does not involve copious amount of water and soap.

He is not, shall we say, getting very far.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Because it has been pointed out to her that she hasbeen a bit anti-social Amanda decides that she needs to meet someone new.

So Caspian finds a stranger standing by him extending her hand towards him, "Good Morning, I'm Amanda" smiling brightly. Fake yes, but it would be hard for anyone that doesn't kow her to tell.

[the_seafarer]

He looks at her a little bemusedly, before taking her hand politely.

"Hullo, Amanda. I'm Caspian. Was there something I could help you with?"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"Nothing in particular. Just being social." hey she is being honest.

"WOuld you care for the company of a complete stranger?"okay now she might be remembering why this is fun.

[the_seafarer]

Looking more bemused than ever, Caspian falls back on politeness and gives her a smile.

"If you'd care to join me, please do, of course." He gestures to an empty seat.

"Would you like some tea?"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"Tea would be lovely thank you." with a slightly stronger british accent then she normally speaks with. As she takes a seat.

"I suppose there are the standard get to know you at Milliways questions, When and where are you from?"

[last_adam]

*Adam, sitting across from him. Still with the coffee and not the cider.*

Trying to figure out ways to protect your underwear?



They won't work.

[the_seafarer]

"To get the horses clean," is the reply, before Caspian grins.

"I think I've given up on the underwear. You and Ed both tell me it's useless."

He says this now. Doubtless he will be singing a different tune come the arrival of an actual dragon.

[last_adam]

Oh?


Oh.

*Adam's innocent. See his innocent face? He knows NOTHING about paint. or horses. let alone painted horses.*

Fairly. She's taken over some other clothes as well, though I think that was to-

*His face crumples into a frown of disgust.*

[the_seafarer]

The innocent face doesn't even work for Lucy.

And so now Caspian is suspicious.

"You don't...know anything about that, do you?" he asks, casually.

"Because it's going to be a mess to clean up. It's too cold to wash the horses. And I'm not looking forward to currying paint out of their coats."

What he doesn't mention is how hard he laughed when he'd gotten over his first few moments of bemusement.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny is peering under tables.

Caspian's table need its turn, too.

She looks up at him, suspiciously.

"Seen Beatwice?"

[the_seafarer]

He bends down to look under the table as well, and then solemnly shakes his head at her.

"No."

A pause.

"Who's Beatrice?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Best fwiend."

He is still beind eyed.

Perhaps he wants Beatrice for himself.

PERHAPS HE KIDNAPPED HER.

"Also Mommy. But best fwiend too."

[the_seafarer]

It's always possible! After all, Caspian is such the kidnapping type.

"I haven't seen her," he tells her, after spending a moment attempting to figure out whether Beatrice is Mommy, or if she is also Mommy's best friend.

"But I can help you look for her, if you'd like."

[venusadept_2]

Felix is in a troubleshooting mood. Hence:

"Hello Caspian. What seems to be the trouble?"

[the_seafarer]

He gets a nod, and a gesture for him to sit down.

"Hullo, Felix. Oh, nothing too terrible--someone's painted the horses in the stables and I've been trying to figure out how to get it off of them. How are you?"

[venusadept_2]

"I'm well enough, although I seem to be Bound at the moment. Does the stable have heating?"

[the_seafarer]

He nods.

"Aye, it does, but we'd have to wash them all inside, and washing seven horses while trying to keep them all warm is going to make a bit of a mess. Someone suggested I ask one of the Bar's magic users, and I think I will. But they're fine for now--the paint isn't toxic.

"I'm sorry to hear you're Bound. Were you able to continue on your quest for a little while longer?"

[kitchen_maid]

"You rather look like you need tea," says Amy.

Which would explain the mug she's just set in front of him.

[the_seafarer]

"The horses are painted," he says, by way of greeting.

"Hullo, Amy. How are you?"

[kitchen_maid]

A moment ago, she was fine.

Now she's mostly . . . confused. Which is probably obvious.

"Painted? What do you mean, 'painted'?"

[the_seafarer]

"I mean painted," he says with a sigh.

"Finger-painted. Pink and purple and all manner of colours."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio slides into the seat opposite him.

"There is paint. On the horses."

He looks a little bewildered.

[the_seafarer]

Caspian rubs his eyes.

"I know."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"They look pretty."

He smiles slightly.

"But it cannot be very comfortable for them."

He Doesn't Approve. There are few things Mercutio disapproves of, but unpleasantness to horses in one of them.

[the_seafarer]

"I'm working on getting rid of it," Caspian tells him. "I think we'll have to ask a magic user of come kind, as washing them all would only get the rest of the stables messy."