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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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"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."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"OK. Well, the big one are no violence, no business, no nudity and no sex in the bar. There are rooms for the latter two."

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"Very sensible rules", he says equably.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith nods agreement.

"And I'm Faith, by the way."

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"Wisakedjak." He bows his head in greeting.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"...Whiskey Jack?"

Faith looks faintly amused.

"That's quite a name."

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He grins, amused. "It's the one my people gave me."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I like whiskey."

Faith is, occasionally, clueless.

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"I like applejack better, myself. Or Budweiser."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I've never had applejack."

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

"That's a shame. Perhaps I'll make you some, in a day or two."

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Faith blinks, then smiles.

"I'd appreciate that."

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"You're welcome."