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[deserved_it]

The days are getting longer, and a little warmer, and Eustace is taking advantage of it. He's set up a target of straw bales by the stables, and is practicing his archery. His aim is improving, rather.

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Nita, meanwhile, settles onto a barstool, manual in hand, and orders a mug of tea. She's about got this healing figured out, but there's a few tweaks to be made.

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And finally?

Somewhere in the bar lurks Carmela Rodriguez, camera at the ready, all ready to "Get Her Flirt On", as they call it in the jungles of American high school. Be afraid.

[OOC: Mun is in and out this evening. Apologies in advance for sudden disappearances.]

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[kitchen_maid]

"Haven't you subdued those haybales yet?" asks Amy, rather amused, watching Eustace from the doorway of the stables.

[deserved_it]

Another arrow hits the target on the edge of the bull's-eye.

"Well, obviously not."

[kitchen_maid]

"Have you considered talking to them, rather than going straight to hostilities? Perhaps you could reason with them."

[deserved_it]

"Haybales," proclaims Eustace, "are notoriously bad at listening to reason."

He shoots her a sidelong grin, pulling out another arrow, and adds, "Besides, they started it."

[kitchen_maid]

"I could probably talk Dar into eating them for you," Amy offered. "Not all at once, perhaps. And how exactly did they start it?"

[deserved_it]

He looses the arrow, which lands slightly wider than the last one.

Solemn -- "They attacked me. See?" He picks a bit of hay out of his hair and presents it for inspection.

[kitchen_maid]

"Good heavens, Eustace," says Amy, looking at the hay. "However did you manage to survive being attacked by haybales?"

[deserved_it]

"With great difficulty."

He trots over to the bales in question to retrieve his arrows, and calls back, "It was epic."

[kitchen_maid]

"There should be poems and songs," she says, solemnly. And then begins to giggle.

She's still not good with the straight face.

[deserved_it]

Returning, he grins at her.

"Maybe then I'd be known for something other than that bloody dragon story."

[kitchen_maid]

"Eustace Scrubb, Survivor of Vicious Haybale Attacks," she says, in her best Princess voice.

"I'm not sure that's actually any better than the dragon story, but at least it's different.

"How've you been?"

[deserved_it]

"Well, maybe not.

"All right, I suppose." Although it's a little subdued. "You?"

[kitchen_maid]

"I've been very well," says Peri, smiling. "Busy, which is nice."

She arches an eyebrow at him. "Are you really all right, or is that the polite all right?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Teen in spandex, cape and mask, giving the camera the eye.

"Interesting. Who you planning on taking pictures of?"

[i_grenfelz]

Griiiiiiin.

"Oh, you know. Good to have around. This place is so fascinating with the apocalypse and the patrons and the men in spandex . . ."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Surprised blinking, as he peers over his shoulder. Nice pecs on this kid.

"Spandex? Where?"

[i_grenfelz]

She glances down at herself, and then down at him.

"Well, if you're not missing it, clearly there's not enough."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He chuckles softly.

"This? Oh, no, this is kevlar. Just...tight like spandex."

Cause, ... John Constantine.

[i_grenfelz]

Innocent -- "Does it chafe as much as spandex?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Nope, no chafeing."

He pats himself happily.

Pauses.

"Or was that an excuse to get me out of it?"

[i_grenfelz]

Eying him for a moment, she stifles a snicker -- but not very well.

Innocent again -- "I only have your comfort in mind."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A shrug.

"You have but to ask, milady. I'm more then willing to pose for any kind of pictures."

[i_grenfelz]

She sighs. "Unfortunately, I'm bound by Earth's legality."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A slight pause.

"Which area of Earth?"

He grins.

"I'm from London."

[i_grenfelz]

"New York."

She folds her arms, musingly. "So are Brits as stodgy as I've heard? I've only met one other guy from the UK."