Scenario Entitled: Today's The Day The D-Bees Have Their PicnicCharacters:
Chax, GB Pilot cruelly chained to the Infantry, and Chef-Extraordinaire.
Rayne, occult-shop owner, and objet d'affection.
Wen Digo (NPC), cutie fuzzy taxi-monster.
Missy (NPC), mysterious D-Bee child under Rayne's care.
Location: Freedom Plaza East, The Park
Date: Samhain, 109 P.A.
As the sun begins its hurried journey beneath the horizon, the evening crowd at the plaza thickens as families head to dinner. Amber and crimson hues of light cast warm shadows on the plaza. Long shadows extend in paragonal shapes as the crowd mills about. The brick of the plaza seems a near blood-red as the waning sunlight bathes it in haze filtered light. Various groups congegrate by the statue and a group of youths share in the various vices of the time. Various hawkers at the markets shout for people to sample their wares, as the video kiosks blast out the latest advertisements for the more permanent shops of Tolkeen. The food vendors enjoy a bustling business as people queue up for some food that while not exactly nourishing, at least fills a need.
Rayne strolls into the plaza, well bundled against the chill of the air. Loosely hung over one arm is a large basket with a checkered cloth covering it.
Chax is standing in one of the food lines, looking none-too-pleased. His jacket is pulled tightly about him and his hands are shoved deeply into his pockets. An individual in front of him seems to be trying to strike up a conversation, but Chax seems to be having none of it.
Rayne twists her mouth in a pretty little grimace as she pushes back her cloak to better get a peripheral view of the plaza. She spies a small stone table at the far end and heads that way, picking up pace as different vendors attempt to catch her attention with one product or another.
Chax shifts his feet as the queue seems to be stalled. Finally he gives in and talks to the stranger in front of him, and eventually he laughs, though the sound is quickly hushed by the general cacaphony of sound in the plaza. Eventually, he gets to the front of the line, places his order and walks away with a greasy pirogi and a cup of some barely identifiable beverage. He begins scouting around for a place to sit, safeguarding his cargo from those who do not pay attention and seem hell bent on disrupting whoever they can.
Rayne arriving at the stone table just ahead of a blue haired DB, Rayne plops her basket down triumphantly and settles herself onto the cold stone of the bench. As ladylike as ever, she tugs off her gloves, one finger at a time and pulls the cover off of her basket, revealing wrapped food stuff - apparently from a local restaurant, not homemade, judging by the logo plastered all over the food wrap. Taking a moment to look around the plaza, Rayne tries to take in the hustle and bustle as best as she can while unwrapping some sort of sandwich looking thing.
Chax manages to extract himself from a majority of the crowd and heads towards his favorite bench. As luck would have it, it becomes occupied before he can get there. He diverts his course, and heads towards another vacant bench, or at least semi-vacant bench. As he does move, a rather large DB moves out from in front of him and he spies a familar person sitting on a bench, with a meal that looks much more savory than his. He makes his way towards that person.
After skimming over the crowd with her curious glance, Rayne spots Chax. She smiles and gestures for him to join her. "Well, hello, stranger. Long time no see. Still having visions of monsters chasing you through the labyrinth?" She grins playfully, the cool evening air adding a pleasant blush to her cheeks.
Chax grins at Rayne as he was heading that way anyway, but an invitation is pleasant, "Hullo, Rayne. Uh? Visions of monsters?" He does go a bit pale at the mention of it, "Uh, no, not really. Nope." He looks at the pirogi in his hand and the carbonated soda substitute and then at Rayne's dinner, and he looks even more forlorn, "Nice dinner." He settles himself on the bench.
Rayne pushes the basket toward Chax and smiles graciously, "Please, help yourself! I have more than enough. There's always some vagabond who's lacking nutricionally hanging around the plaza." Again, the playful smile as she teases the poor guy. "So, how have things been? I imagine you were really busy there for awhile with all of the crazy happenings, but it seems things have calmed down since, eh?"
Chax nods, "A fair bit. My unit wasn't really engaged in the latest operations, I've just been doing the normal mundane maneuvers." He grins at the offer, "Thanks! Care for a bite of...I think this is a pirogi? You know, I'm a really good cook, but my stove is broke." He stops to gawk at a DB walking by with tentacles coming out of his head. He shakes it off, "How have things been with you?"
Rayne picks at her food idley before answering, "Oh, things have been good, I suppose. I finally got the assistance I needed for my shelter. I hope to open it soon, but I've had... other... business... to attend to." Her slow speech is odd, as if she's distracted, or hesitant to reveal some hidden truth. She recovers quickly by asking, "So what's the deal with this earthquake I heard about on Drake? My friend Toni works over there and she said she thought it was because of a bomb or something... some terrorist attack." She frowns deeply and says in a hushed voice, "I know it's probably top secret, but you can trust me."
Chax gives Rayne a "please" look, "I won't ask about the other business, that's your affair. With regards to the earthquake, I have no idea. I'm a grunt. Grunts aren't told anything. I suspect my power armor and I will never see each other again, though, and if I was a PA pilot, I'd probably be privvy to a bit more information, but all I can tell you is that I'm a mushroom, which is to say, kept in the dark and fed a lot of crap." He looks at food is being offered, and grins, "That looks good! What is it?"
Rayne blinks and looks more closely into the basket, "Beats me. I just picked it up from the local deli. The man there is awefully nice and just fills my basket with lots of goodies in exchange for a weekly fortune telling." She grins and adds, "I don't think his wife much likes me. Ah well. Take what you like, there's no way I'll eat this much food." After a moment of inspecting the food again, she returns to the earthquake topic, "Well, I guess if you don't know, you don't know. It's scary, though, to think that people could be doing such crazy stuff here in the city walls. It's not safe anywhere, anymore."
Chax pulls out a rather large sandwich, "This looks like it will work." The pirogi is rapidly forgotten and a stray dog comes by, sniffs at it, whuffs and leaves it alone, Chax chuckles, "Guess it's a good thing I didn't eat it." He shrugs, "Earthquakes happen, though. I'd prefer it to be a normal, mundane earthquake, but I guess it couldn' be, other wise the whole city woulda felt it. But you've got one thing right, no place is safe. The larger the wall, the larger the things that will try to smash it down." Where that came from, who knows. Chax is kinda wierd that way.
A tall white Dbee steps away from a little cargo-trailer sized stall called "The Salad Shak" bearing a foot-long plastic tray covered in about sixteen different shades of green leaves. The entire affair smells faintly of a mixture of eucalyptus leaves and oregano, and seems covered in a light vinaigrette sauce. As the Dbee glances around at the stone benches, he quickly realizes that there aren't very many open seats left, apparently everyone in Tolkeen has decided to attend the bazaar today. With eye-stalks drooping, Wen Digo approaches the table where Chax and Rayne are conversing. He stands there for a moment manipulating his "mashies" into a sort of rhythmic castanet dance tune which his bulky vocoder deciphers as: "Excuse me... would *crackle* mind... if I sat *buzz* here?" The four eye-stalks waggle in a rhythmic pattern which must indicate a question, something the vocoder has difficulty accomplishing.Wen Digo
This rather tall being stands at approxamately seven feet in height, although it's face is located at a more comfortable level of around six feet. Pale. white. downy fur covers much of the being's face and cranium, which is shaped much like a gently curving horn or hook. The sides of the being's skull house moist breathing slits which open and close in sequence. The being's eyes are wide-set on what seem to be retractable stalks. It doesn't seem to have teeth, more like one pair of hard "mashies" that click together whenever it closes it's mouth. It's body is long and slender and covered in the same pale, white, downy fur as it's skull. It's hands are long, with 3 fingers and two thumbs on each hand. It's legs and feet are covered by a sort of long, flowing brown robe that hangs off the being's skinny frame. Hanging around it's neck is a heavy vo-coder.Rayne glances up at the strange creature, unable to control a shiver of disgust. She casts her eyes down, suddenly ashamed of herself and mumbles, "Ah, I'm done eating, you can have my seat." She snatches up her leftovers and tucks them into the basket, then moves to stand behind Chax. Despite living in a city where Dbee's walk freely (and plentifully) she still seems to have her reserves about the stranger variations.
Chax looks at the creature, and somewhere deep inside a spark of the old CS conditioning wells up, as he has a similar reaction to Rayne. ALmost immediately, he forces his expression to neutralize, "Please, have a seat." The words are pleasant enough and unforced, but his body language denotes a tension that stops at his vocal cords. He looks over his shoulder at Rayne, and offers a slight smile, back to the creature, he swallows, and gestures to an open spot.
The white downed creature plops his seven foot frame down onto the stone bench, and open the plastic tray before him. With a chattered reply, he thanks Chax and then begins to fiddle with the little shrink-wrapped plastic fork provided with the meal. After a moment or two of struggling, he accomplishes the daunting task of opening the fork. After another few seconds of fiddling he gets the utensil placed properly in his long fingers, opting for a dainty two fingered grip. With a satisfying crispy sort of crunching noise he spears the tray of leaves with the plastic tines of the fork and then works to bring the pile of vegetation to his mouth.
Rayne watches with a combination of horror and awe as the hulking beast munches on it's apparently vegetarian feast. She licks her lips and forces her attention to Chax, her charming smile returning, if not quite touching her eyes. "So, everything has been good for you, then? Despite being a toadstool? Er... mushroom?"
Chax nods to Rayne, his jaw kinda slack, as he watches the creature eat, "Uh...yah. At least I can go taunt the Guard and tell him I could run circles around him in an Old 'hundred. He doesn't beleive me. Hah! No pilot could hope to match one trained in Free Quebec!" A little bit of his old pilot arrogance came through, oops, and it seems he instinctively heads towards safe conversation ground as he continues to just sort of gawk at the being.
Wen Digo manages to work the leaves to within an inch of his mouth without most of the speared pile slipping off of the fork. With a bit of hesitation, the creature moves it's long prehensile tongue out of the way of the approaching food cluster and shoves the salad into his mouth. The being's mashies close around the pile of leaves and a slow and methodical *click* *clack* *crunch* noise can barely be heard as the being chews the fibrous morsel. Surprisingly, there is very little mess, considering the creature has no lips, only hardened black things used to crush the leaves to a pulp, even so, not a drop of sticky drool escapes the being's mouth.
Feeling just a little more at ease around the odd creature across from her and the giant man in front of her, Rayne says, "Scootch," to Chax, plopping down on the very edge of the bench next to him. The bench certainly wasn't meant for two, but Rayne's tiny little buttox seems to perch there well enough. "So what other juicy gossip have you heard? There must be SOMETHING. I mean, you militia guys gossip worse than any women I ever knew." She grins, leaning more of her weight against him so as to not slide off the bench.
Chax stands up, and blushes at Rayne, "Oh...I'm sorry!" and he does look very chastised, "i was preoccupied." He grins, "Gossip? Oh, let's see, what's the latest. You know, I am a pilot, and gossip is beneath me." He offers a wink, "OH! I know, here's a good one, we're mobilizing a full fledged attack force to invade Chi Town and reclaim it and make it a astion of equality and tolerance. Oh, and here's another one, we're going to be doing some maneuvers in the Federation of Magic, isn't that rich." He grins, obviously full of crap, "Would you care to know more?"
Rayne nearly falls over as Chax stands, but hastily grabs the table to recover herself. She stares wide eyed at him, not because of her near fall, but out of sheer disbelief. "Chi Town? What??!?"
With glacial slowness, the creature finishes chewing the first bite and proceeds to swallow with one giant gulp. Wen's eyestalks waggle briefly at the mention of such far away places as The Federation of Magic and Chitown, but any sort of response is lost amongst the crunching and clicking noises of the second bite.
Chax grins at Rayne, "Oh, yah! We have hundreds of dragons standing by, and big huge giant death machine robots, and all sorts of stuff!" He laughs, and just in case Rayne doesn't get it, "I'm only having you on. There's no exciting rumors really, with the capture of the renegade mages, there isn't any fodder for the rumors." He remembers the large sandwich in his hand and takes a huge bite, he chews for a moment, 'MMMM, this is good! Probably as good as I could make." He washes it back with the almost-but-not-quite soda product and winces, "Ugh, this stuff is nasty, I could clean my armor with it." he looks at the creature and manages to just shiver and not look to uneasy or queasy.
Rayne crosses her arms over her chest, a pout puckering her full lips. She is pretty, but definitely not the sharpest crayon in the box. "Oh, you were just putting me on. Well, gee, you could have just SAID you didn't know anything. Though I doubt that. Like I say, men are KNOWN for horrid gossip." Eyes cast down she shuffles her feet as she sulks some more at Chax's prank on her.
Chax looks hurt, "I am not a gossip! If I knew anything, though Rayne, you'd be the /first/ person I'd tell, I promise! If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry." He's a sucker for that sulky look, "I'll make you an extra special dinner when my stove is fixed." He looks over at the creature that is eating at a pace to complete his meal within an epoch.
The herbivorous creature moves to place yet another bite of salad onto his fork, but this time the entirety falls off onto the ground before he can bring it to his mouth. With a frustrated clatter, which leaves the vo-coder buzzing and chirping strangely, before finally spitting out, "...Too slow *buzz* I will move... if my eating *static* bother you..." Before the vocoder can finish the sentence, Wen Digo's prehensile tongue lashes out and literally grabs a quarter of the salad in the plastic tin and whips it up into his mouth. The munching is much faster and louder this time, but compared to most of the traffic outside this evening, the chewing is relatively quiet.
Rayne brightens some, looking up (and up and up, since Chax is so much taller than she) at the wanna-be-pilot. "Really? I haven't had anyone cook for me in ages. And, well, I'm not exactly a wiz in the kitchen." She shifts on the stone bench, moving over and patting the seat beside her. "Really, you can sit down, Chax. I won't bite and I'm not THAT fat." She grins.
Missy can possibly be seen a few dozen yards away, tearing about with a few children of around the same size, chasing a playful faerie around the park.Missy
A slim young lass with straight straw-colored hair that reaches mid-back, plenty of freckle-like spots, and huge shimmering green eyes with no visible pupils. If compared to a human child, she would be an estimated seven or eight years old perhaps. A small gray pair of seemingly useless 'bat' wings sprout from her shoulder blades through a light sweater and a cozy jumper suit, coloured a deep, mellow orange. The soft brown sandals on this child's feet each reveal a total of four, nail-less toes. Her slim arms likewise end in small, agile four-fingered hands, also bereft of nails. Her expression often moves between one of perpetual mischief and one of solemn wonder.Chax grins at Rayne, "You're not even remotely fat." He catches onto something, "You're beeing really nice to me all of a sudden. Not that I'm complaining, but our last few encounters, if I recall correctly, weren't this pleasant. Our first one surely wasn't." And he's not a wanna-be-pilot, he is a pilot, thank you very much, just the Militia doesn't like to utilize its resources. He squeezes onto the bench, he's not very narrow, being in that insanely good shape the militia makes him be in, he looks at the creature, "There you go, eat how you want to, what's the point of eating if you can't actually enjoy it? It doesn't bother me, well, not much, anyway." This time he does offer a genuine smile to the creature, after all, he probably gets enough nasty looks. He doesn't spot Missy frolicing, his attention is rather focused at this little micro-cosm of Tolkeen life taking place at this bench.
Rayne whereas Chax's attention fell on the Dbee across the table, Rayne DOES catch sight of Missy. A smile spreads across her face and she waves wildly to the child, trying to get her attention. She resists calling out, though, as even in the crowd of the plaza it just seems a little out of place to do so.
Chax follows Rayne's frantic waving and her line of sight and watches the kids chase the faerie around, he cocks his head to the side, "Yup, definitely takes getting used to this pace." He loks at Rayne and follows up on something, 'SO you said you'd /like/ to have dinner with me?" Wow, the clueless boy actually caught a brick that fell on his head. Go figure.
Missy can't seem to stop giggling, and the sound is very pure. Something akin to the precious sound of baby laughter. The kind of thing that helps little ones survive in a world full of adults. The faerie zigs and zags, slowing down a bit to let the children catch up, then racing away again. Fortuitously enough, Missy turns in the direction of the stone table and sees her most favorite person in the world, and waves back cheerfully.
The being's eyes suddenly swing up and swerve to aim themselves at Rayne, as the being hastily swallows the gigantic clump of vegetation, it begins to chatter loudly, adding in a few chirps and umbling bass notes which the vocoder interperets, albeit slowly as: "Do not... invoke... the spirits... at a time such as this *buzz* I remember my... *static* Egg Mother... explaining to me amongst the warmth of nest..." His head turns to Rayne as he continues to chatter, after allowing the vocoder to translate the complex sentence into a completely different language.
Rayne turns to Chax and nods vigorously, "Oh, yeah, I would LOVE dinner with you. It's better than sitting around picking toe jam, at least." Whoops. That's not what she MEANT to say. She flips around to watch Missy again, her hair getting caught up in one of the buttons of Chax's jacket. She doesn't seem to realize at first and so she tries to stand up, but her head gets yanked back. She lets out a painful yelp, turns her head halfway 'round to glare at Chax, then gets even further tangled up. The bench just isn't wide enough for these shennanigans and she winds up sliding off the bench, hair still caught in that one lonely button.
Chax looks at Rayne, and seems to deflate for a minute, "Better than picking toe jam!?" He sulks a bit, then looks at the hair that is lodged in the button, the Rayne that is suddenly on the floor. He completely doesn't catch the "air spirt" thing, all that mgic mumbo jumbo stuff, he gently untangles the hair from the button on his shirt, and extends his hand to Rayne to help her back up, "But hey, at least you'll have dinner with me!" He gets over things quickly.
Missy lets out a piercing shriek as Rayne falls down for no good reason she can see. There's only one likely suspect.. that really tall guy. Chax, not Wen Digo. Wen Digo's a big fuzzy cutie monster! The child goes racing over to the stone table, a terrible pouty frown on her little face.
Rayne struggles unsteadily to her feet, giving first Chax a hateful glare then the Dbee across the table? "Spirits? What the...?" she mutters. Then she takes a step away from the table and makes an attempt to resituate her tulsed and tangled hair, without much success. The barette that was holding her hair back is lopsided and haphazardly clinging to just a few stray hairs and a big knot of curls has formed where once attatched to Chax's button.
Chax sighs, "Ahh well, at least things are back to normal now." He looks at Missy, and then looks even more hurt, 'It wasn't my fault!" He looks at the DB, then bck at Rayne, "Does this mean no dinner, then?" A pilot's ego is very fragile, and this one's has been abused far too much in the past few years. However, his exterior demeanor is completely nonplussed. He takes in the oddly masticating DBee one more time, then looks back at Rayne.
Missy flaps her wings indignantly, but still doesn't manage to lift off, even given how fast she's running. Which is not very fast, all things considered. She's small. "You leave Missus Rainbow alone! Big Mister Meanie!" she demands, feeling all righteous and heroic and glowy when she considers how her beloved Miss Rainbow will shower praise on her for this timely rescue.
Rayne moves to stand near Missy, apparently seeing things in the same light as the child. She makes no comment to the poor pilot, instead turning to Missy. "I'm alright, Lisse. I just don't think it's nice to pull people's hair," she explains to the child, without even bothering with another glare to Chax. "I see you're playing with your friends, I didn't mean to interupt you, or anything, I just wanted to wave hello, since I hardly ever get to see you anymore."
Chax knows when he's been beaten, he sits back against the bench and just goes silent. He looks over at the DBee, then at the sandwich in his hand that he keeps forgetting about, he eats in silence, his eyes reverting into the militia habit of scanning the crowd.
Wen Digo waggles his four eyestalks rapidly and then nods more slowly, apparently his attempt to convey an affirmative. His umbling chatter rises and falls almost musically, seeming to emit three different tones at the same time, the umbling rhythmic bass rumble combined with the rapid click of mashies in some sort of insane tap-dance, all layered over faint high pitched chirrups that seems to be driving the vocoder crazy, "Do not invoke the spirits... *buzz* my child... *squeal* speaking ill of... death leads to misfortune and unhappiness... *rattle* *static*" The bass umbling stops as does the high pitched chirupping. "When the... spirits... are roaming *static* they can hear... everything you speak..." His eyes gather together into a cluster and then separate once more as they turn to take into the racing dbee child.
Missy gazes up at Rayne, her anger draining immediately out of her, and she nods. "Yah, it's because you made the shop busy again, and Daddy likes that. But now you're always busy, and I don't think that's very good. Do you know the big fuzzy taxi monster, too? Do you think my jumper looks good? I love it. Did you really buy it for me from a fancy store? Daddy said you did," she chatters rapidly, and twirls in a wild pirouette to show off her nice clothes, before settling down to regard Chax once more. Hmmm-m-m. Her child's mind clicks away steadily.
Rayne seems to keep up just fine with Missy's pace, "Oh, he's a taxi monster?" she glances at the Dbee with a new appreciation, offering a friendly wave. Odd how an introduction changes everything completely. She turns back to Missy, "Oh, I'm so glad you like the dress. We'll have to buy more for you sometime soon. Every little girl needs nice dresses, don't you think?" She sighs and gives up trying to tug the tangles out of her hair, "The shop HAS been busy lately. It's good that things are back to mostly normal. Mostly." Her tone is cheery, but almost in a forced way when it comes to "shop talk." Suddenly, whether because of Missy's haphazard introduction or because Rayne FINALLY hears what the strange Dbee is saying, she turns slowly back to Wen and asks in a firmly suspicious voice, "WHAT did you say about spirits?"
Chax is now officially "out of this conversation". He gives Missy a brief look, a calculating mind recognizes a calculating mind, and he offers again, "Honestly it wasn't my fault." He gives Rayne a look and tries to move back into the stone of the couch, obviously uncomfortable with this new topic of discussion.
Missy looks back at Rayne as the woman somehow addresses all the topics brought up, some of which Missy herself has forgotten, as soon as she said them. But it's all good. She nods her head spiritedly at the notion of more dresses, and wriggles like a puppy. But when Rayne turns to address the fuzzy taxi monster, the D-Bee child remembers Chax, and goes back to studying him. She suddenly duck-walks closer to the tall man, and says solemnly, "Billy Callum Baker used to pull my hair. But then Miss Greeley said it was because he liked me but didn't know how to say it, so he just showed it." She blinks her luminous eyes, and lowers her voice.. but not very much. "Is that what you did?"
The being chatters, chirrups, and umbles again similarly to the way he did before, only this time going on for a longer time before stopping. Apparently the phrases he is using are being picked up by the translator, leading to a more fluid conversational speed. "Speaking of the... dead... angers the spirits...do not speak of the dead when they still roam the night..." apparently he is quoting something taught to him as a child, he even begins to pantomime motions in Missy's direction. "My child, for they hold the power to alter your destiny or haunt your dreams... speak only kindly of death even under the bright sky." He stops umbling and reaches into the inside of his robe to pull out a crumpled paper bag and places a green twisted, sticky looking bit of leaves and stick into his mouth before holding a similar one out to Rayne and Missy, the chattering then continues, "Then Egg Mother always gave me... a bit of candy... would you like one... little one." He waggles his eyestalks again, probably to indicate a question.
Rayne puts a hand protectively over Missy's shoulder and firmly shakes her head, NO. "Um, thank you, Mister Taxi Guy, but no thanks. Taking mysterious herbs from strangers is never safe," she says this last part more to Missy than to the fuzzy guy.
Chax looks at Missy, and gives the little DBee a smile, "You got me. I pulled Rayne's hair because I like her." He looks at Rayne and smiles, and it is a fairly charming one, more so because of its genuine warmth, "I probably could have picked a better way to tell her though, huh?" He looks at the DBee, "You're right about that one, it is never good to speak ill of the dead, respect the dead is what I've always been taught. I guess it's just a respect thing." To Rayne he asks again, "How about that dinner?" Yah, he has a one track mind.
Missy smiles all-forgiveness at Chax, and giggles a little at the thought of Miss Rainbow caught up in so many romances (and cooties) - yup, she's been listening to those old gossips at the Rose of the Oracle tearoom.. it's just up from the Hanged Man, after all. She flutters her wings and looks from Chax to Rayne, when she suddenly realizes that she nearly missed the offering of some weird sticks! And right after the big Hallow's Eve parties.. this must be leftovers. "Daddy never lets me go to fancy costume parties or ghostie stories around the fire, Miss Rainbow," she comments in a small fit of sulking, eyeing Wen Digo's funny sticks greedily. "And all my friends bring their party candies to school.." she trails off leadingly, far be it for her to disobey Miss Rainbow's advice.
Rayne gives Missy's seemingly frail little shoulder a squeeze. "Well, we'll see about getting you some treat that maybe your daddy will approve of, but it's best not to take things from strangers. It's rude." And THAT last part she pointedly directs towards Wen, though whether or not the Dbee will catch on, who can say. And to Chax Rayne says, "Dinner will be fine, but only if you promise not to yank my hair out again." She reaches up and tugs at her tangle in irritation once more.
Chax nods to Rayne as he stands back up from the bench, "I promise I won't pull your hair." He notices that the sun is substantially ... absent, "I should probably head home and see if I can get that stove fixed, save the repair bill if possible. If it was a car, no problem, but these darn electrical gadgets. Ah well." He smiles at Missy, "And thank you for stopping by, you saved me." He winks at Missy. To the "taxi monster" he also offers a smile, it's hard to be repulsed by a creature that seems to have a good heart, "And you have a nice night as well, sir." He begins making his way south.
Rayne offers a small wave to Chax as he departs, "Just stop by the Hanged Man when you're ready to cook for me!" She turns to Missy, "Speaking of the Hanged man," she says, "We have a shipment of crystals coming in tomorrow. I guess I should head home so I can get some sleep and get there early. Want to help me organize the crystals by color?" She offers a friendly wave to the "taxi monster" and then turns away, headed out of the plaza.
Missy nods reluctantly to Rayne's wisdom about the suspicious intentions of strangers, even though she for one doesn't think Wen Digo is very much stranger than anyone else. "No thank you, Mister Taxi Monster," she says politely, shifting from foot to foot, then looks up at Chax as he stands up, offering a small shy wave. She's almost lost in the flurry of activity now, but manages to cling to Rayne's hand and follow along. "Sort crystals? Yah! And then we can sort my new marbles!" she sings out.
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