Caritas, Saturday evening

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D'Argo was around. Ish. He was around in the way that he stopped in Caritas just long enough to make some sort of excuse about how he should really see how they did things in this Grease place and what kind of bars they had there, and left Tino alone again.

When he got stared at out on Santorini, it would come as a shock to him, yes.

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The Stage

[iqof39.livejournal.com]

Sing it. Ponylike.

The Bar

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Attempt to drink with hooves. Just mod Tino.

Re: The Bar

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More used to the new shape he'd woken up in - stairs, it turned out, were much easier to negotiate with when he didn't think about co-ordinating those four legs - Mohinder had made his way into Caritas.

A couple of awkward attempts later, and there was a pony-shaped Mohinder standing by the bar with a pitcher and a long, curly straw.

The Lounge

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Or make yourself comfy.

Re: The Lounge

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

It was a very strange day, what with being a pony and all, and Harriet decided it called for a drink.

In a bucket, easily carried by grasping the handle in one's teeth. Broaching the subject with Tino, she'd been pleased to find the look worked even as a pony.

With as much dignity as she could muster, she settled on one of the couches in the lounge, occasionally dipping her muzzle in the bucket. Scotch, as it turned out, was just as nice when one was a pony.

OOC

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Omg work is killing meeeeeeeeee.