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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.

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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.

[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.

[exspdblue.livejournal.com]

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

[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.