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Caritas, Wednesday, 1/7

Penelope came into work and Tino fixed her a beer. And so it went, one after another. The band was apparently into Elvis tonight and sported white suits and black wigs. Penelope nearly died laughing when a few of them dislocated their hips and had to be taped back together.

It was oddly fascinating.

Caritas is open!

[ETA: I am verrrrry tired tonight and might suddenly drop off. I will pick up pings when I'm alive again.]

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You can shake an apple off an apple tree
Shake-a, shake- sugar,
But you'll never shake me
Uh-uh-uh
No-sir-ee, uh, uh
I'm gonna stick like glue,
Stick because I'm
Stuck on you!

Gonna run my fingers thru your long black hair
Squeeze you tighter than a grizzly bear
Uh-uh-uh,
Yes-sir-ee, uh, uh
I'm gonna stick like glue
Stick, because I'm
Stuck on you!

Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall
Ain't gonna do you no good at all
'Cause once I catch ya and the kissin' starts
A team o' wild horses couldn't tear us apart!

Try to take a tiger from his daddy's side
That's how love is gonna keep us tied
Uh-uh-uh
Yes-sir-ee, uh,uh
I'm gonna stick like glue
Stick, because I'm
Stuck on you!

~~oh look! the hermit's out!~~

It had been a long, long while since G'Kar had been socialable. He'd been occupied with meditations and writings and all manner of universal thinking. He'd completely lost all track of time and he hadn't realized that so much time had passed.

He felt he should attempt to rejoin the social circle of life, so he headed to Caritas to hopefully find some company.

"Good evening," he smiled at the girl behind the counter. "I don't believe we've met before. I am G'Kar."

Penelope looked up drunkenly from her beer. "Hellllo, spotted, sir. What mayer I get you?"

She had a thing for beer.

He arched an eyeridge slightly at her. "Perhaps you have had enough for the both of us?" he ventured, teasing lightly. "Still, I believe I shall have a small spot of brandy."

"And you would be?"

Tino fixed the brandy and handed it to her carefully and she set it before the spotted sir. "Please, mister. You are kind to suggest I've had enough but thank you for suggesting I've had enough. I'll let you know."

Yes, absolutely no sense whatsoever.

"I'm Penelope!"

"Of course," he nodded, knowing the signs of the very inebrieted. "And where are you from, Penelope? This world or another?"

"This one," she nodded. "England. But you," she waggled her finger at him. "I can tell you are from waaaaaay far away, aren't you?"

"Quite far away," he grinned at her. "From another galaxy, a world very far from here. And also some distance in the future. I am, in fact, not human," stating the very obvious for her. "I am a Narn."

Penelope giggled and sipped her beer.

"I never would have guessed you weren't human. Never ever ever in a million years. What are you?"

Hurley came in to check up on Penelope. He sat at the bar with a smile.

"Narn," he repeated, smirking. He found her drunken condition rather amusing. She seemed innocent, in a way.

"I traveled the universe a great distance before finding this place. I rather landed somewhat by accident. A storm, in fact. But for all my travels, this quite possibly the most unique and intriguing place I have ever encountered."

He couldn't help but ask, politely however, "And yourself? You are human?" He was too diplomatic to point out the obvious difference she held from most other humans.

"Huuuuurley!" Penelope smiled happily. "You're here!" And she saw to his Coke herself, being very careful not to spill it.

"Narn," she repeated. "Amaaaazing. I should like to go in outterspace, maybe once in my lifetime of lives."

She sipped her beer.

At his question however, she leaned forward and whispered, "I'm a cursed human, can you believe it! Ugh."

"Hey, that's awesome," Hurley said. "You're smiling and everything."

"I'm happy tonight," she replied with a light bounce.

"Pretzels?"

"Space is both beautiful and terrifying at the same time," he replied. "Stars circling around each other in a never-ending pattern of life. But cold and harsh. So vast it makes one feel insignificant indeed."

He cocked his head at her slightly. "Cursed? How so is that?"

"Great," Hurley said. "And yes please. I totally like you happy."

"I totally like you happy too," she said and put a bowl of pretzels on the counter in front of him, where she promptly took one to nibble on.

Hurley paused.

"...waaaaait a second," Hurley said. He had suspicions.

"I shall have to rethink that certain thought of mine," she mused but not very thinkingly like.

"It's as plain as the nose on my face." That explained it, right?

"Wait a second what?" she asked, blinking at him slowly.

Possibly too much philosphizing for her this evening, he thought.

"And the nose on your face is plain?" he asked, prodding in his own way. "It's a very unique nose. Has it anything to do with this supposed curse?"

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