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[minstrel-show.livejournal.com]

...where are they? You can't entirely be sure.

A jingle here.

A twang over there.

A flash of a hat too large to be anything but ridiculous...and yet still, they evade your sight.

It's Wednesday. Yes, oh, yes, it's Wednesday.

Fear.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht sighs and climbs to her feet.

"If you must provide a musical accompanyment, may I request something slightly more modern? Do you know any Klingon opera?"

[minstrel-show.livejournal.com]

A discordant note.

They look at her distastefully.

Robin, were he here, would be running. This, however, isn't an indication of much.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

She sighs and goes about hunting for sick patrons.

"Well, there's no accounting for taste."