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Vyvyan has a big sign up.

Free drinks!

The drink in question is a sort of dark blue slimy colour. He's, um, testing it.

[ooc: Warning, this potion will make the drinker lose their hair and be very energetic for about half an hour, after which it completely reverses. It is otherwise harmless.]

[tinytag: Vyvyan]

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The Jumblies are in a manic sort of mood anyway, and they've never let the fact that something is probably a very bad idea get in the way of them having fun. About seven of them detatch from the main group, who are still sitting on the bar-top, eating and drinking as is their want.

The few who dare to approach do so with caution. They can read but not terribly well. It is the word 'drinks' that has caught their attention.

They want some.

Possibly they shouldn't have it, but that's not really going to stop them.

"Drinks?" One asks.

"Yeah, d'you want one?"

Vyvyan's pretty sure it won't actually poison anyone.

"Yes." They really do. One glass between the lot of them will probably suffice. Being six inches tall means that you don't need a great deal in the way of liquid before you're full.

The Jumblies have never seen anyone quite like Vyvyan before, but they're quite willing to trust him on the default that not a lot can hurt someone who drinks the stuff they brew themselves.

Vyvyan is about to pass them one, when he hesitates.

"Are any of you women, children, pregnant or infirm?"

He doesn't screw with anyone in those groups.

The Jumblies are used to outsiders questioning their gender, but they do not discuss it outside of their own family groups. There may be a few females in the group, but only they know. And they'd prefer not to say. Besides, the females drink as much as the males.

"No children." One says, hesitantly.

"Too small to sail properly." Another agrees.

"Not birthing time. No one having children." The first ventures.

"Infirm?" A third one ventures. They are unsure of the word. But none of them look ill, and as far as they know none of them are.

"Great, here you go then."

The Jumblies dive forwards, eager to try the new stuff. Its taste is not unpleasant to them, but then they eat lizards and shrews on a regular basis...

The glass gives them trouble until they decide that going swimming in it is perfectly all right, and the whole group literally dives in. They are good swimmers, and at first nothing happens.

They start to splash one another, the liquid slopping over the sides. The drink is not necessarily having a great effect on them as yet, but it's sure to kick in soon.

Vyvyan peers at them.

"How'daya feel?"

The splashing soon knocks over the glass and they all fall into a puddle on the bar, although most of the liquid is drunk. The creatures start to twitter in high pitched voices, and all at once their heads lose the tufts of green hair that grow so wildly.

The twittering increases, as does the Jumblies pace. Their eyes are very wide now, and it all seeems like a tremendous game.

"Catch!" One shouts, and the others turn to it, teeth gleaming, worryingly sharp. It leaps from the bar-top and in a move that has nothing to do with physics and everything to do with narrativium, it manages to land safely on the floor, unsquashed and unafraid.

"Catch!" It shouts again, and suddenly the rest of them are after it, wild hoots, hollers and shouts sounding. The Jumblies are on the hunt.

One looks up at Vyvyan, its eyes gleaming weirdly. "Good drink."

Then it is off after the others, leaping from the bar and scurrying off in a mad chase.

They may well be back. In fact, they probably will.

"That's bloody brilliant! Thanks pixies!"

"Vyvyan have you talked to your housemates yet?" asked Seras as she stood on the underside of a rafter.

Today she is learning about her antigravity skills.

"Yeah. The response was 'Not today you bastard. Wanna drink?"

Seras shook her head, "No, thanks."

"I hate them all ready," she murmured.

"Tha's all right, I do too. We can still have fun."

"It would be nice to know when it is," she pouted.

"You will. Just not now."

Headtilt. "How are you doing that?"

"I don't know," she said, "I would have to ask my Master Alucard, but he's seem to not be around much."

She looked a little worried.

"I like Al, he's cool. I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you."

"I know you would try," laughed Seras, "I bet none of them could do much to me anyway."

"I expect not, but someone with as good tits as you might attract attention."

Seras may have slapped him had it been a few weeks ago.

She shrugged.

"Attention I can deal with, just as long as they don't touch me."

"What happens if they do?"

Seras grinned her Alucard like grin, "Do I need to tell you, Vyv?"

"Will it be entertaining?"

She cocked her head, "It might be."

"In that case, I'll tell them to touch you as much as possible, then they won't dare."

She laughed.

"You honestly hate everyone don't you?"

"No, I don't hate you, or Mike."

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