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The door swings open, and someone who looks, currently, like an elderly Native American man stumps in and looks around.

He has a stick - he doesn't actually need it to walk, but he finds it useful anyway.

After an inspection of the room, he seems to approve. Then he looks round for the other Tricksters he knows full well are there.

Gray Jay has arrived.

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[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

A sticky spider's thread drops down suddenly from the rafters, and an innocent-looking spider is on the end of it, weaving circles around himself.

Gray Jay might notice the fact that only seven legs are properly functional.

Yo, it says.

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"Ho-hoka, cousin." He holds out a hand, flat, so Spider can land on it if he chooses.

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

He's quite glad to, stretching out a furry leg once he falls comfortably onto the palm offered.

Maybe it's a sort of handshake, but really he's also just smelling him.

Same scent. Not much of a travelling folk, are you?

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"I like my place", Gray Jay agrees equably.

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

This isn't it. Sure by now y'know that, though, says the tarantula, amicably.

You'll probably be asked why you're late. On time enough for yourself, but Raven d'cided we all were late b'sides him, so.

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"It's not. But I think it will do just as well. Raven was the first of us here, then?"

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

Was indeed. Others'd just started filing on in as we did please.

He can ramble very well, if he needs to. Right now, he'd rather the other party does.

So, hows'a -- what do you call it. Family o'birds. Brood, how's them?

[mahtigwess.livejournal.com]

Somebody who's probably not unexpected is currently sprawled across a chair at one of the tables in the center of the room.

Easy enough t'see, I reckon.

Looks t'me like he's got two cigarettes, too. One's on th'table in front've him, the other's just about finished bein' rolled up.

He does not, however, look up.

Maybe he reckons he don't need to.

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Gray Jay makes his way over, and sits in one of the other chairs.

"Ho-hoka, Mahtigwess."

[mahtigwess.livejournal.com]

"Took you a damn long time t'get here," Rabbit says, cheerfully enough.

He flicks the cigarette over towards Gray Jay.

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Gray Jay takes it, with a slight smile, and... probably lights it. It gets lit, anyway.

"I'm here now."

[mahtigwess.livejournal.com]

"So you are," says Rabbit, says he. The other cigarette, that same cigarette as had been sittin' there on the table all quiet-like, is lit as well, an' he goes an' takes a drag off it, why don't he just.

"Any partick'lar reason you choose now?"

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He shrugs. "It seemed the time."

[exspdblue.livejournal.com]

The Power Ranger still wanders around....confused as all get out.

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Gray Jay gives his uniform an odd look.

[exspdblue.livejournal.com]

Sky pauses and looks to the old man, before he continues to the bar.

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"It's rude to ignore your elders", Gray Jay comments casually.

[exspdblue.livejournal.com]

Sky cocks his head to the side and then coolly states. "I did not realize I had been ignoring you. I didn't hear you speaking until just now."

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"But you saw me, and passed with no greeting."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Well, Faith's not a trickster.

But she's made friends with a couple.

And she greets him with a nod and a quiet "Evening" as he passes her table.

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Now, that's what he calls polite. He returns the greeting, slowing.

"Ho-hoka."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith tries to be polite around here.

Knowing there's a good chance any one person could blow her away with a thought tends to encourage the practice.

"I don't recall seeing you before. Are you new?"

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"I came here today, yes." He smiles slightly.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith smiles back.

"Well, welcome to the madhouse. Anybody given you the rundown on the rules yet?"

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He tilts his head curiously, birdlike.

"No, they didn't."