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Caspian X ([personal profile] the_seafarer) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-01-17 01:41 pm

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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.

[identity profile] amanda-darieux.livejournal.com 2006-01-17 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] amanda-darieux.livejournal.com 2006-01-17 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] amanda-darieux.livejournal.com 2006-01-17 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"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?"
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[personal profile] last_adam 2006-01-17 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
*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.
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[personal profile] last_adam 2006-01-17 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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.*

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[identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com 2006-01-17 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Sunny is peering under tables.

Caspian's table need its turn, too.

She looks up at him, suspiciously.

"Seen Beatwice?"

[identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com 2006-01-17 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Best fwiend."

He is still beind eyed.

Perhaps he wants Beatrice for himself.

PERHAPS HE KIDNAPPED HER.

"Also Mommy. But best fwiend too."
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[personal profile] venusadept_2 2006-01-17 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Felix is in a troubleshooting mood. Hence:

"Hello Caspian. What seems to be the trouble?"
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[personal profile] venusadept_2 2006-01-17 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm well enough, although I seem to be Bound at the moment. Does the stable have heating?"

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[personal profile] kitchen_maid 2006-01-17 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"You rather look like you need tea," says Amy.

Which would explain the mug she's just set in front of him.
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[personal profile] kitchen_maid 2006-01-17 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
A moment ago, she was fine.

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

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

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[identity profile] singlesoledjest.livejournal.com 2006-01-17 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Mercutio slides into the seat opposite him.

"There is paint. On the horses."

He looks a little bewildered.

[identity profile] singlesoledjest.livejournal.com 2006-01-17 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.