So, who watches the rafters these days?

[basic_powers]

Having gotten over his cold from earlier, and through a good chunk of his japanese homework, (He can at least ask for the polite directions to the bathroom without the 'gotta pee' dance being involved) Tyler's up in the rafters with an odd little colorful gun in his hands. Last time he tried it out with Duck it just shot out multicolored bubbles after all, so what's the harm in playing with it in the bar?

...we're going to find out, as a small stream of multicolored bubbles drifts around the rafters and down onto patrons below.

(OOC: Bubbles have random and temporary magical effects, should one of them land on a pup. It can be up to the mun of the tagging pup, or up to the nice old Dnd Sheet I found and the online dice roller. Tyler will apologize, but the mun will just laugh.)

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[v-accidentprone.livejournal.com]

Alex, unawares, is drinking a can of Coke and poking through a book of something or other.

That is, until a bubble hits him. Then he's being assaulted by an overenthusiastic black puppy (http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/media/dogs/anonymous/brando_blacklab13.jpg_w450.jpg). Flailing also takes place.

(His shadow might have mysteriously disappeared.)

[basic_powers]

And the boy in the rafters has taken no notice of the fact that the dark purple bursting upon that particular patron has had that effect...though the puppy gets a soft bark of "Play nice!" from above.

There is only a gleeful bark in the puppy attempting to wash the boy's face entirely on his own.

[v-accidentprone.livejournal.com]

Alex is somewhere between spluttering and laughing. Whoever's puppy this is definitely overly-friendly and enthusiastic. He should check for a collar.

You know, once he peels the puppytongue away from his face.

[basic_powers]

One reach over the neck provides this much information.

The puppy has no collar, is very soft, and very hard to get a good grip on.

[v-accidentprone.livejournal.com]

Alex lets out a snort as the puppy goes after his chin. "Where did you come from?"

[basic_powers]

The puppy does not answer, only to bark and try licking Alex's face again before sitting back into a play bow at him.

[v-accidentprone.livejournal.com]

He sighs very loudly, as if he is extremely put-upon by this, but sneakily he might be pleased.

Puppy: best way to raise moods.

[stilljustandrew]

Who watches the rafters? That would probably call for somebody like ... a Watcher.

Except this particular Watcher is absorbed in a book at the moment, sprawled in the armchair near the fireplace.

[basic_powers]

That is why the Watcher probably won't notice the cluster of three differently colored bubbles (green, mustard and pink) until they drift down and burst upon his hand.

...why does it suddenly smell like bananas, and where did the tiny kazoo concert coming from?

[stilljustandrew]

It's the smell he notices first, and the haunting strains of Rick Astley as rendered by kazoo a moment later.

... that's weird.

[basic_powers]

What'll be weirder is when he reaches into his pocket for something...and suddenly feels several disk-like things dissolve into...glitter. Lemon-yellow glitter.

Several more bubbles drift down from above, in a nearly full rainbow of color assortments.

[stilljustandrew]

Uh.

Andrew eyes one of the bubbles with misgiving, and picks up a nearby paper napkin to snag one.

[basic_powers]

Mhmmm...sadly it's VERY hard to catch a soap bubble without breaking it. Andrew's going to find the napkin temporarily turned into a green, and we are talking nearly-to-match-Lorne, green lily.

Same with the next paper napkin Andrew tries to pick up.

[stilljustandrew]

Well, that's ... different.

Andrew carefully sets the lilynapkins aside and tries to find a place where there aren't so many bubbles drifting down, as well as trying to spot the source of them.

[basic_powers]

The bubbles are coming from above, and mostly from just above a pair of kid's sneakers and bluejeans that're hanging from the bottom of one rafter, should Andrew ever look up. There's another burst of bubbles from that source again, and it seems that the center table is the best bet right now for bubble avoidance.

Tyler is enjoying the HECK out of this harmless gun.

[stilljustandrew]

Up is a good direction to be looking, considering that's where the bubbles seem to be drifting from.

"Hey!" Andrew calls out. "You up there, uh ... vaguely familiar-looking kid?"

And dodges another bubble, a moment too late.

[with_his_tail_high]

Somebody is watching the rafters.

Possibly because that somebody is, in fact, on the rafters a yard or so away from Tyler.

[basic_powers]

And that somecat is going to be noticed, peered at breifly, before getting a stream of about seven multicolored bubbles sent absently and cheerfully in his direction, before Tyler goes back to watching the rest of the bubbles he sent out drift about the bar.

It's a good day to be a kid.

[with_his_tail_high]

They are floating and shimmery! This merits the cat's attention. He watches them, pupils dilated and whiskers twitching in anticipation, until the nearest one is within range of a swatting forepaw.

[basic_powers]

-pop!

The bubble bursts, leaving a shimmery residue over the paw that swatted it...and then all over the cat. Instead of black hairs being shed everywhere, somecat is going to find himself shedding a good deal of purple glitter whenever he moves.

[with_his_tail_high]

The cat flinches back with a low growl.

Then, he sneezes.

It is a very glittery sneeze.

[basic_powers]

It's probably going to get worse the more the cat moves.

Such as that angry tail twitching going back and forth, and thus more sneezes are sent into action.

Tyler turns to look at the cat again and covers his mouth up quickly in an attempt to not laugh.

[with_his_tail_high]

If looks could kill...

[basic_powers]

Yeah, yeah if looks could kill, Tyler wouldn't have made it past his first year of school.

Thus, more bubbles are being sent in the cat's general direction, because this is clearly the proper course of action.

[with_his_tail_high]

The cat rises to his feet and stalks along the rafter, nonchalant. Because he wanted to. It has nothing to do with avoiding the bubbles, no sir.

It would, perhaps, be more dignified were he not trailing purple glitter and sneezing every few seconds.