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*Anthy wanders in with a strangely intelligent-looking black rose curled around her wrist. It might possibly be petting her with its leaves. She heads for the bar.*

A cup of tea and another cup of blood, please.

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There's something.

On you.

There.

*He points at the rose.*

*glances at the rose* Yes. Isn't it nice? I need to think of a name, though.

*The rose delicately extends a root into the cup of blood. It gives the general impression of sipping. Blood! It is like tea! Only with hemoglobin!*

*Paul licks his lips.

Hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink equals he's thirsty over here too...*

How about Paul?

Okay. *She lifts her wrist; the rose pulls the root back, and tilts its blossom toward Anthy.* Your name is Paul, rose.

*The cup of blood lies forgotten . . .*

*Forgotten by Anthy and Paul, maybe, but not by Paul!

Paul tells the rose (of it's new name):*

An' you'll like it.

*Paul does not like Paul's tone, and considers sulking, but she really does like the name Paul. So she waves a root vaguely in Paul's direction. Anthy pets her fondly.*

*Paul inclines his head toward the rose*

Any...explanation?

Explanation?

Oh. No. She was following me around yesterday, and I fed her. *cuddles Paul* She's not one of my roses, though.

Whose is...she?

Paul, of course. *points to the rose, which preens*

*Paul nodds sagely.*

Of course.

What else does it do?

*Paul waves a leaf again. She is a bit depressed that she can't answer for herself, since she hasn't had a chance to show off her mad Evil Vampire Elven I've Forgotten The Rest of the Adjectives Rose skillz.*

Well, she drinks blood, and she moves. She seems to be intelligent. I haven't found out anything else yet.

*Paul nods*

Uh-huh.

*He keeps glancing toward the door...*

*Anthy glances at the door, too. Paul, being eyeless, refrains.* Waiting for some . . . one? . . . thing?

Waiting for the curtain to go up.

We're holding for latecomers.

Who's late?

. . . What's the show?

It's kinda a Morality Play...

*Paul is tight lipped about all else.*

Oh. One of those.

And in the end, they all die.

I hope.

*in a different tone* Oh. One of those.

Too bad they're late, then.

*A light growl*

I know.

Kids today.

How long are you waiting?

All signs point to his being here tonight.

But then again, I got nothin' but time...

*frowns thoughtfully* You must have something else.

Well, style.

Anything else?

Moxy.

And hats.

That too.

And you?

I don't have a single hat.

*Paul tsks*

Tsk.

It's not my fault . . .

Get thee to a hattery, Monkey.

I have a vampire rose. And a monkey. Isn't that enough?

*suspiciously*

Where is the monkey?

I'm sure he's around somewhere.

*Chuchu, who is floating directly over Paul's head, looks innocent.*

*Paul looks left. Paul looks right.

Paul sees nothing!*

*Chuchu giggles. As a result, little chu noises float down to Paul's ears.*

*Paul snatches the monkey out of the air*

Shhh! The show's about to begin!

*Chuchu hushes obediently and looks around. Show? Where!*

*Soon! In Andrew's brain.

Paul pets the monkey.

He does not coo.*

*Chuchu can't see in Andrew's brain, but he makes a valiant attempt. Anthy sips her tea.*

*Paul also sips Anthy's tea.*

*And Anthy's tea sips them all . . .*

*And Paul slowly fades away, because it's time for the rilly big shew...*

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