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[Upstairs, Sally mends the flight suit of a little Ewok and bonds over being stuffed

Sally comes downstairs with a bag slung over her shoulder. It is dark blue with embroidered yellow planes on it and it's about the size of an average purse. She has a stuffed Ewok in the crook of her other arm and is humming softly. She pats Bar and asks for some Goat's Blood. She takes her things and the liquid to a nearby table and sits. She takes out a few different outfits and sets them all over the table. There's a snappy blazer, the outfit Clive made, his flight suit, some pajamas (dress and night cap type), slippers, a funny little hat and some assorted suits, jackets, ties, pants and shirts.

Come help her decide what outfit Rupert the Ewok would look best in!

[ooc: Not in any way, shape or form plot-locked. If your character(s) wants to coo or just stare at the Ewok, please do so!]

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Gabe spots Sally from a nearby table and mutters something about fucking Nightmare Before Christmas.

But even a real life NBC character is a character worth seeing in the ~~flesh~~ stuffing, so he wanders over, finishing off a hotdog. "You're that chick, aren't you--?"

Then: "Holy shit, that's an Ewok!"

And if Sally were to hear the words he muttered, she would understand half of what he said anyway.

But she hadn't heard his mutterings, but she had heard his question and was about to answer when he burst out at her. She blinks in surprise.

"I- I'm not sure what it is? His name is Rupert..." She blinks again.

Gabe stares at Sally.

"...Rupert. What kind of an Ewok name is Rupert? Are you shittin' me?"

He thinks for a second and shrugs. "Guess a ragdoll couldn't come up with a real Ewok name. Where'd you get it?"

Sally stares at Gabe. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and frowns.

"It's a nice enough name for someone who hasn't got a name. And I got him from my friend Clive. He said that a little boy gave him to a man and the man gave him to Clive."

Sally does NOT like Gabe at the moment.

Well, Gabe doesn't particularly like Sally either. That's no good!

"Whoa, hold up, let's slow this down. A little boy gave it to a man who gave it to some dude named Clive who gave it to you?"

This is followed by a long pause as Gabe eyes Sally, then he turns his attention to the Ewok.

"So it's a stuffed Ewok." He can't for the life of him figure out why that sounds familiar. But his inner fanboy is slowly trying to suppress the snark. "...can I see him?"

One of Sally's large cloth eyes arches. She considers for a moment, but ends up handing the Ewok over.

"Yes, it is stuffed. Are they not normally stuffed?" She mutters something like "And his name is Rupert."

"Fine, fine, Rupert," Gabe mutters, sparing Sally a vaguely grateful glance before his studies the Ewok closely.

"No," he says finally, in answer to her question, "not normally. They're usually real. Same size as this, though," he adds, turning Kettch upside down, then right-side up again. "But they move and kill stormtroopers and say 'yub yub'."

The yub yub is another familiar thing that pokes at his brain -- but it's not enough yet.

Holding Kettch in his lap, he squints at the variety of clothes. "Did you make those?"

Sally is quite sure that she prefers her Ewoks stuffed at this point. But she brightens a little at the talk of the clothes and points to two sets of clothes. "All but these. He apparently came with the flight suit and Clive made him this skirt and shirt. He was making a jacket which I finished for him. Just needed a pocket." Sally holds up the black denim jacket and the green poet's shirt and black denim skirt with green lace. "And the flight suit had burn marks, which I patched."

"I made him a blanket and pillow as well. And this bag for the child to carry his things in." She holds up a light blue pillow and matching fluffy orange comforter. The bag, she assumes, Gabe can see for himself.

Gabe peers at the clothes and things. He does, reluctantly, have to admit that they look quite good. This may or may not be conveyed by nodding.

"--flight suit?" That's a tone of realisation.

A stuffed Ewok that came wearing a flight suit ... from a small child? No, that doesn't fit. That can't be right. There's only been one stuffed Ewok that wore a flight suit...

"They look pretty great," he concedes, looking at Sally again. "You know who the kid is?"

Sally smiles proudly and shakes her head no. "I was asked to look after him until the kid comes back. Clive wasn't sure when, or if, he would be back." She cocks her head to the side.

"You have seen another stuffed Ewok?"

"Huh. You were?"

Gabe thinks for a long moment.

"Haven't seen, nope, but I know about one. Don't know anything about a kid though, that kinda fucks with my idea... unless the kid stole it!"

This suggestion, clearly, solves everything.

"...or was given it," he also comes up with, reluctantly. "But I think I know who this belongs to!"

"Oh." Sally looks at Rupert a bit sadly. "You should find the owner then?" She begins to put his clothes away in his little bag.

"Would you like to give these to his owner as a gift? ... Or just the flight suit?" She offers the flight suit to Gabe.

Gabe nods quickly, then slows down and eyes Sally. "Hey, don't get all emo and shit about it." Then he snickers. "A Nightmare Before Christmas character, getting emo, ha, I crack myself up sometimes."

He rubs at his hair for a second then, a little warily, holds his hand out for the bag. "If I'm right, then I'm pretty sure the owner'll like the clothes. He's weird like that."

Pause, and he sighs. "And if I'm wrong, I'll give him back to you."

Actually, getting the Ewok away from Gabe ever again will take real effort and possibly bribery ~~or theft~~, no matter who tries.

~~If Lock Shock and Barrel were up next, Gabe would never see the theft coming.~~

Sally's eye arches again but she hands the bag over anyway.

"Take care of him. He doesn't belong to you." She reaches out to pet Rupert one last time. "Thanks for being my friend Rupert. Hope you find your child."

~~Ninja Halloween triplets!~~

Gabe grins, hugging both the bag and Kettch tight for a second. "Awesome! Yeah, I'll take real good care of him, damn, there's no way I'd let anything happen to this thing!"

He's not very sympathetic to the friendship of Sally and 'Rupert', alas.

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