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[petriedino.livejournal.com]

There's a baby pterodactyl in the bar.

Who wants to tell him what's happened to his favourite human-pilot?

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[gone_byebye]

If Ray had the slightest clue, he'd tell him, but Ray doesn't know. At least he can greet the little guy. "Oh- hey there!"

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"Hello!" Petrie chirps, circling.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Here's somebody who can.

She's getting a cup of coffee, and a shirt which might look familiar - it's rather Hawaiian in design, a shirt to give to Wash.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

Petrie spots the shirt, and flies down to land on the Bar.

"Hello!"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith jumps, a little.

Hey, it's a totally natural reaction.

"Ack! Er...hey..."

Dude. Dinosaur.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

Perfectly natural, yes. He's a very little dinosaur, though. He hops over to the shirt.

"Do you know human-pilot-Wash?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah...oh, that's right, he mentioned that we had...yeah, Wash is a friend of mine, how'd you know?"

Bear with her, Petrie, she hasn't slept in a while.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"The skin", Petrie points out, tugging gently at it with his beak for demonstration. "He wears ones like it."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Yeah."

Faith nods. "He was...hurt, the other day, and I'm looking out for him while he gets better."

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"...oh. Is he here?"

[creator_raven]

There is also a bird in the bar.

Well, sometimes he's a bird.

Not at the moment, though.

He looks preoccupied, and yet more then vaguely amused.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

And there's a Petrie on his shoulder, perhaps recognising some kind of kinship.

[creator_raven]

Raven smiles, slightly.

"Hello."

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"Hello. I am Petrie."

[creator_raven]

Raven nods, grinning.

"I have seen you before, perhaps. They call me Raven."

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"I come here sometimes", Petrie acknowledges. "And my friends."

[creator_raven]

"How often is sometimes?"

Raven looks curious.

"I live here, I think."

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"It's a nice tree-cave", Petrie says cheerfully, ignoring the question he can't answer.

[green-jaken.livejournal.com]

A small, green, impish creature is sitting at the bar, nursing a mug of what appears to be grey-olive, boggy water. It smells the slightest bit fermented...but alas, each to their own.

Jaken eyes the pterodactyl with interest. Now there's something you don't see any day.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

The pterodactyl eyes him back. He may be wondering if this is some kind of mutant dinosaur.

[green-jaken.livejournal.com]

Jaken squints quizzically, drumming two claws against he bar.

"An unfeathered bird, which is not quite dragon...and without youki. Not a demon." he muses aloud, somewhat guardedly. Milliways has far too many strange offering these days...but hey, at least whatever it is, its not human. The place is overrun with those.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"I am a flier", Petrie offers helpfully.

[green-jaken.livejournal.com]

"A flier" he repeats, with a small shrug. Ah, well that makes sense. A little. "I'm a Youkai." Jaken returns, straightening on his stool a bit.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"What is a Youkai?"

[green-jaken.livejournal.com]

"Well, you know..." Jaken blinks, at a loss really at how to explain himself. To most where he's from, that alone would suffice. "A...a...youkai. A spirit. I am not one of very high class, true, certainly would be torn to pieces by an Oni in a flash" he sighs in a rather humbled fashion, "But I was once a lord among my own kind."