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Who: Anyone who wants in, although I'm specifically going to summon Seri Awashima (redbeans) and fun sized Loki Odinson, blood of Laufey (forcedreset) to join Owain (twitchyswordhand) for a marvelous journey into mystery.
What: A bunch of newcomers were doing their various things and ended up stranded in a malt shop in Astralfield while a herd of reasonably large anthropomorphic tapioca bowls from someone's nightmare last night migrate from point A to point B outside. ...this is why people should stop me.
Where: A malt shop, Astralfield.
When: Uh, the...5th, midday? Forward dated a bit but it works.

[When it came down to it there was a lot that Owain could take in stride and in fact did take in stride. A lot of things didn't phase him - things which ranged from the dramatic (angst, death, ruin) to the weird (reconciling AU versions of beloved people) - and he just...you know. Carried on.

But everyone had their limits, and his came in the form of one particular bowl nuzzling the window of the malt shop as if it wanted to come in and get pets from the people inside. And so it was that he turned to the person next to him and said...]

Hail, friend. How-

[...was that the 'tink' that a ceramic bowl makes when it hits glass? Yes it was.]

... [That's pretty distracting. Gods, hopefully no one tries to leave. He can feel the bowl staring at him.]

You're not from around here either, are you?

[He was going to say something else like, "HAIL AND WELL MET FRIEND." But. Bowls. Wanting love.]

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[ loki has not been here a terribly long time at all, and yet he finds himself here nonetheless, in a district very different from the one to which he has been assigned, sipping a fresh vanilla shaken milk (with whipped cream and a cherry, naturally), because it suits him.

it suits him to explore, to learn and map and find, and this mallowy country seems a veritable smorgasbord of experience and intrigue! astralfield, crystalden, and even orlea, to some extent - all of these places are teeming hot-spots, loki's first stops, as it were, for though there was no doubt hidden knowledge to be found in the other districts, well. how can a young and curious god of mischief possibly resist the sparkling lure of a city of dreams? a place where the most private and surreal of things are breathed to life before your very eyes?

not this young god of mischief, for one.

nevertheless, loki turns away from the serving bar to address his addressor, but stops short immediately, slack-jawed, and squints his sharp eyes. is that .. bowls. ]

Ah..

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[Given that Owain didn't start with the grandiloquent Shakesperian speech he knows exactly what that 'ah' is for.

...

...that one overeager bowl is getting tapioca on the window. It seems to be attracting friends.]

Y-yeah, I know. Do you think they'll leave soon?

[redbeans]

...they seem to be trying to do just that.

[A pointed observation, if you may. Seri's here to get a quick drink, dude, and tapioca bowls weren't anywhere on her order. Though she is observing their progress(it now has a twin, except this one has a prettier paisley pattern on the side) with a fairly interested expression. The window, by the way, has now been irrevocably stained with tapioca, hope you're happy.

Her drink does not have red bean paste.]

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[ oh it's nothing a good power washing won't cure!

loki's green eyes snap back, and he smiles. ]

Oh I don't know, it looks to me as if they want to make friends! Won't you take pity on them? Look how forlorn they are!

[ but loki makes no move to approach them either, only leans back with his glass between his hands, sipping merrily at his shaken milk and squinting at the window as if giant bowls of tapioca could somehow convey deep expression through their shiny ceramic facades. ]

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[And he took a moment to look at the bowls. He gazed into the non-existent but probably soulful if they did eyes of the bowl. They would probably be as large as saucers, bright baby blue, and gazing back at him.]

What, those- [And here he was about to say something mundane.] ...vile ensorceled porcelain bearers of some kind of...soft...lumpy dessert...?

[There is a pause. NOTE TO SELF: come up with better descriptors for pudding.]

No thanks. They look like something my friend's mom would hex.

[redbeans]

[She'd been almost attacked by a bunch of rampaging mousebeasts, passed through an architecturally impossible arch-- personified tapioca bowls, it feels, pales in comparison when put on the weirdness scale.]

I'd think that it's a decision best left to the shopkeeper. There must be a reason they're being kept outside.

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[ loki has seen many strange things in his short and long life. he has met many strange people, and done many strange things. he has never encountered enchanted tapioca bowls.

so don't act like it's not super weird okay rude.

...... okay maybe it's really not that weird after all. ]

To be fair, I'm not so sure they're slim enough to fit through the door. [ a pause, and loki's eyes shift to the nameless man, the seeming target of the enamored desserts' affections. ] .. but there is no reason for you not to go to them! Poor things! They will waste away in their puddingy pining!

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[Cripes, warn a guy before you're going to propose he go out to face his just desserts! Owain sort of choked on his drink a little there.]

What? Er... [And he's very carefully not looking at the pudding-...okay, that's a lie, he looked when the entire 'go out and snuggle with the pudding' suggestion came up and regretted looking and tried to retcon it so that it didn't happen in the first place. It didn't work.] If I'm to one day face my foreordained end I'd prefer it to not be in the form of pudding.

[And lady, if you end up siding with the kid...]

you have my everlasting apologies for being all feet-draggy

[redbeans]

...surely you don't think they'd harm you.

[There's a good deal of :Are you volunteering? in that statement, though.

She sips her drink (almost done, it really did taste vile), just as one of the bowls, out of her viewing range but just within Owain's, bares teeth (how sharp your teeth are, gramma!) and smiles at him.

Open this door, fair patrons. ♥]