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[lithargean.livejournal.com]

Petrefax wakes up in the booth where he slept last night [ooc: because nobody gave him the "welcome to Milliways" spiel, woe] and looks around to see who else is there.

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[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

Brennan is not too far away, gazing into a chalice of usca with a blank expression on his face.

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

Petrefax offers him a friendly smile.

[ooc: his skin is sort of naturally greyish-green, if Brennan would care]

[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

Brennan smiles back, somewhere between friendly and crazed. Leaning towards crazed.

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

[ooc: yeah, it is... I think this makes a total of four people, with Anthy in the bar... and I'm quite amused by your wording, for some reason.]

[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Yes. Yes it is. Something about the phrase "Sorry for saddling you with a drunk Cheysuli," I dunno.]

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

Petrefax has seen crazed before, and is less fazed than concerned.

"Good morning...?"

[ooc: Hah. This should be fun. ;) Don't mind at all being saddled with a drunk Cheysuli :)]

[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

"Is it morning? I've lost track of time."

Brennan looks down into his chalice again. "Good morning, if it's morning. I'm Brennan. Crown-bloody-Prince of Homana."

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

Petrefax shrugs. "I think it's morning. Nobody's here and I've just woken up, so we'll call it morning. Petrefax of Litharge."

[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

"No sun, so I don't think it matters whether we call it morning or night."

He drinks again. Brennan has had far too much to drink tonight. This morning. Whatever.

"Good to meet you, Petrefax of Litharge."

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

"Likewise, Brennan of Homana. I don't think I know that country."

[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

"Not many people do, it seems. Homana is one of the realms of the mainland, along with Solinde, Caledone, Ellas, the Steppes and Falia. The Idrian Isles are Atvia and Erinn. But I've only seen one other from my world here, so likely none of that makes any sense."

He peers at Petrefax. "I'm not your father too, am I?"

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

Petrefax blinks.

"I... don't think so?"

[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good. Someone told me I was his father today... or last night... and it kinda wasn't expected."

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

Granny catches his movement out of the corner of her eye, and nods to him in a fairly friendly way for being a cranky witch who's up too early and hasn't had her tea yet.

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

He smiles back. He's a friendly boy, is Petrefax. Ignore the odd-coloured skin, and you're set.

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

Granny is unfazed by odd-coloured skin.

After all... there was recently an infestation of Nac Mac Feegle in Lancre.

And after swarms of six-inch-tall blue-skinned redheaded men with a penchant for screaming exceedingly odd war cries for no real reason at all, one quiet and reasonably friendly young man with greenish-gray skin is nothing at all.

After all, he could just be a zombie who'd recently been exfoliated.

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *dies*]

"Good morning."

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, young man. Would you mind if I joined you?"

[ooc: *revives you* And thank goodness for Millitime, since Granny is still standing by the bar getting tea and chatting with Anthy... *glee*]

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

He smiles and makes a vague gesture at the seat opposite him in the booth. "Please do."

[ooc: And Petrefax is talking to Brennan. Yay Millitime!]

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

She seats herself, and in so doing, makes it appear to any casual onlookers there may be* that she has been sitting there for ages, even if she hadn't been half a moment ago.

"Would you like some tea?"

She pours him a cup before he can answer.







* That's you! There! In the flowered muumuu! I can see you, you know!

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

He blinks, then shrugs it off. Tea. Why not?

"Thank you."

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

She looks at him rather calculatedly for a moment.

"Tell me... have you ever played Cripple Mr Onion (http://www.crimron.net/cmo/introduction.html)?"

[lithargean.livejournal.com]

"Can't say I have. Is that a game from your world?"

[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

Granny sighs, and takes her hand away from the pack of cards. It's no fun cheating someone of all their money when they don't know how to play.

"Yes, it is. Quite fun, too. Have you got card games where you're from?"

She pauses.

"For that matter, where are you from?"