And with a Crash-

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[mogget_cat]

"No more than I would, certainly."

"But I'm afraid that if I donated it to museum, it might be stolen."

"Or something."

Shifty.

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Yrael." Rym puts her head in her hands. "Did it taste good?" she mutters from between her fingers.

[mogget_cat]

"It needed to be polished really, really badly," he says, making a face.

"Gave me some strange dreams, afterwards."

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

Rym raises her head warily. "Dare I ask?"

[mogget_cat]

"Well, the sheep sounded like they were talking, but I couldn't quite make it out. Like they were trying to say something, but the radio was on the wrong station. Some girl's name."

"And people were walking on rainbows, Atlantis or someplace sank into the ocean for the disregard its people had for the law... Someone choked to death on his calimari, evil people biodegraded like autumn leaves turned into mulch... It was really strange."

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

Yup, Rym's head's in her hands again.

When she gets past the meeping noises, she can be heard to mutter, "I knew this wasn't a good idea. I knew it."

[mogget_cat]

The not'cat wraps around her ankles.

"Oh dear." "There, there."

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

Rym bends down to scritch the not!cat. "You hurt my soul, you know that?"

[mogget_cat]

"That which does not kill you, makes you stronger," he purrs.

"Therefore, you should be feeding me to show your gratitude."

Logic! ...Right?

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

Rym sighs and accepts the inevitable. "Sure. Let me just go to the bar for a sec."

Halfway to the bar, she turns around and looks sternly at the not!cat. "But I absolutely refuse to serve you holy grail."

[mogget_cat]

He pouts.

"I was so CLOSE."

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

Rym ignores this, but she does return a few minutes later with a plate of grilled trout.

[mogget_cat]

He remembers, once his mouth is full, to say, "'hank 'oo."