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[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

Red.

Like burnt ketchup, if Spider knew much about ketchup.

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

"Red. His hair?"

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

Right. Best vantagepoint is Very Far Up, so it's the tops o'heads I'm seein'. But yeah, his hair.

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

"If he says yes, you're welcome to a corner."