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milliways_bar2004-10-29 10:06 pm
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Trolls in lowland country have never been known for their foresight, and Detritus is no exception. When last he manoeuvred himself sideways out of Milliways' front door, though, he dropped about half a foot onto the cobbles of Short Street just in front of several Unseen University students out for a bit of a lark*. This, quite naturally, led to some questions; the questions led to some very excited theorising; and the theorising, ultimately, led to a number of peculiar devices being fastened to brightly coloured woven snaps so as to be hung about the silicon sergeant's neck. Detritus, for his part, saw no real point to carrying the things despite the students' bibbling; how could they tell where they'd been? They didn't even have imps in 'em. Still, they did have access to a reliable source of orpiment and realgar, and a troll will do a lot for the taste of home cooking**. On the off chance that he might stumble into Milliways again, he added the analytical pendants to his daily attire, such as it was.
Which doesn't mean all that much, really, except that when he opens the door to the closet where he suspects Igneous has been stashing illegally imported statues of Monolith again and finds himself in the bar, he makes a lot more clinky noises than he did the last two times. Mind you, they're drowned out by his exasperated sigh. "Dis are gettin' really really old," he mutters to no one in particular as he heads for the bar proper.
*More like a bit of a turkey, really, if the grease stains on their robes after were anything to go by. University students have never really been known for their ability to eat neatly, particularly not when they are doing so in a place they are not supposed to be.
**And a wizard, even a student wizard, will do a lot for a good excuse to make things bubble and whir and generally react in all kinds of ways. Troll cooking is not for the faint of heart or the intolerant of very high heat.
Which doesn't mean all that much, really, except that when he opens the door to the closet where he suspects Igneous has been stashing illegally imported statues of Monolith again and finds himself in the bar, he makes a lot more clinky noises than he did the last two times. Mind you, they're drowned out by his exasperated sigh. "Dis are gettin' really really old," he mutters to no one in particular as he heads for the bar proper.
*More like a bit of a turkey, really, if the grease stains on their robes after were anything to go by. University students have never really been known for their ability to eat neatly, particularly not when they are doing so in a place they are not supposed to be.
**And a wizard, even a student wizard, will do a lot for a good excuse to make things bubble and whir and generally react in all kinds of ways. Troll cooking is not for the faint of heart or the intolerant of very high heat.