Lord's Rest Inn

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 Thin eventually finishes its work. Short tosses a rubber ducky into the freezing water, and seems a bit unhappy when it freezes. It gestures politely, requesting that Rag get in the pool. Fat seems to be working rather eclectically and is now making a hat out of fireproof fabric of the same color as the... well, it vaguely resembles a suit. What it's made so far looks like what a warrior would wear to a formal event if they wanted to be ready for a fight at a moment's notice.

 He steps towards the pool, his scales radiating immense heat as he steps inside, putting his knees to his chest so he doesn’t pop the pool with his massive body “Thank you for this, even if I don’t know what it really means for me.”

 The water quickly becomes hot, but does not evaporate. Short claps its wooden claws and starts mixing soaps into the water. It then begins to scrub Rag's back with a sponge on a stick, offering a second one for him to use. Fat is now making several ties for Rag, but is throwing them out almost as fast as they are made.

 He takes the sponge, expressing his gratitude and begins to clean himself, realizing that he hasn’t had a good wash in quite some time and should time advantage of this one. He looks to the discarded ties “You know I’m not a picky person, I’m willing to take those.”

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 The scarecrows twitch their heads, and the pig slowly, painfully waddles forth. One of the scarecrows pulls out a flyer for "The Gut," the largest cruise vehicle in most universes, which has stopped nearby. It depicts a massive, misshapen metal lump coming out of the water with a storm cloud overhead. The second scarecrow draws another flyer with a picture of the pig on a stage, prancing before a crowd of laughing, happy people. It reads: "Snuffles, spirit of the Gut!" The third scarecrow presents a hand-drawn picture of the pig with a big frown and tears, along with the words "Snuffles is ill" below it.

Barbeau's eyebrows raise behind his sunglasses. "Uoborus, huh? Only ever had that kind twice, and on special occasions no less. I always thought of it as a finishing oil, but then again I tend to work with weaker flavors. Fresh-caught fish and such."

 The assistant smiles and walks over to a bulletin board, pinning both flyers up for patient's to see. They come back over and usher the pig and scarecrows through the swinging metal doors. The hallway is dark, the lights having been turned off. "Forgive us, he prefers the darkness. Says it helps his vision." They said, pulling out a jar of 'Uncle Honey's Bayou Suckers' that were lollipops with bugs of every kind in the hard lemony flavored sugar. 

"I try and keep it on hand. It improves the flavor of of the Ebori without overpowering it." He said, flipping the fillet over "I can give you a bottle if you would like."

 The scarecrows even move in unison, and they jitter in a way that suggests giggling. One of them pulls out a cockroach lollipop from the jar and offers it to Snuffles, who refuses it. The shortest scarecrow puts the back of its hand to its toweled forehead in despair before the lankiest winds up a slap at the short one, only to be stopped by the widest of the three.  The widest quickly scribbles a note on a nearby piece of paper. It's in much better handwriting than the previous note. We care very much for Snuffles, as does our captain. It distresses us to no end to see that he is not eating.

The captain/chef shakes his head. "Everything I serve must be fresh or fermented on-ship. Even if it's fresh now, it won't be by the time I finish the bottle. The guests might not be able to tell, but I will, and my dining concept should not be betrayed by the chef themself." He thinks for a minute. "You know, despite my exploration into the culinary arts, I've never heard of Ebori."

 "I see" They said, opening a door for them and smiling "We'll do a few standard checkup procedures and then the doctor will be right with you okay honey?" They chirp, their large tail swishing back and forth, humming as they grab a couple of medical instruments. 

"Ebori: a mammal of sorts. Have long prehensile tails to hang from trees in the fey realm where they drop on prey. Look like rats but have the ability to change their head shape." He said "Pranksters, like the farie dragon."

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Entering the tavern is a very unfamiliar face.. A female bunny. Humanoid. She is quite robust and plus sized, as well as a staggering height of seven feet tall.. she wears no shoes, but has some tied to her bag which is slung over her shoulder. Her ears fall over her eyes, and she pads over to the bar, silently, which is surprising considering her stature.

With each step, the sound of pots and pans clinking is heard from her bag

 A woman sits at the bar, smoking. She looks like she has been crying as she stares at the wood like it would have her answers.

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 Thin eventually finishes its work. Short tosses a rubber ducky into the freezing water, and seems a bit unhappy when it freezes. It gestures politely, requesting that Rag get in the pool. Fat seems to be working rather eclectically and is now making a hat out of fireproof fabric of the same color as the... well, it vaguely resembles a suit. What it's made so far looks like what a warrior would wear to a formal event if they wanted to be ready for a fight at a moment's notice.

 He steps towards the pool, his scales radiating immense heat as he steps inside, putting his knees to his chest so he doesn’t pop the pool with his massive body “Thank you for this, even if I don’t know what it really means for me.”

 The water quickly becomes hot, but does not evaporate. Short claps its wooden claws and starts mixing soaps into the water. It then begins to scrub Rag's back with a sponge on a stick, offering a second one for him to use. Fat is now making several ties for Rag, but is throwing them out almost as fast as they are made.

 He takes the sponge, expressing his gratitude and begins to clean himself, realizing that he hasn’t had a good wash in quite some time and should time advantage of this one. He looks to the discarded ties “You know I’m not a picky person, I’m willing to take those.”

 Fat waves its gloves as if to say "You don't want those ties!" It then lifts up a tie that looks astonishingly perfect, but isn't made of the right material. It then sets it down and continues trying to remake it. Short whistles as it scrubs, which sounds like wind passing through trees. Thin is smoking a cigarette against a tree, which is weird considering that its head is a pillowcase filled with hair.

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Entering the tavern is a very unfamiliar face.. A female bunny. Humanoid. She is quite robust and plus sized, as well as a staggering height of seven feet tall.. she wears no shoes, but has some tied to her bag which is slung over her shoulder. Her ears fall over her eyes, and she pads over to the bar, silently, which is surprising considering her stature.

With each step, the sound of pots and pans clinking is heard from her bag

 Damian suddenly turns, and despite his immense depression something shoots through his sadness, a desire, or you could even say a need, to flirt with this woman as best he can. His appearance suddenly becomes more refined than the drunken man it was just a moment ago. He slides over smoothly, “Hello there ma’am.”

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Entering the tavern is a very unfamiliar face.. A female bunny. Humanoid. She is quite robust and plus sized, as well as a staggering height of seven feet tall.. she wears no shoes, but has some tied to her bag which is slung over her shoulder. Her ears fall over her eyes, and she pads over to the bar, silently, which is surprising considering her stature.

With each step, the sound of pots and pans clinking is heard from her bag

 A woman sits at the bar, smoking. She looks like she has been crying as she stares at the wood like it would have her answers.

 As she approaches the bar, she notices the woman crying. 

"Excuse me, are you alright, ma'am?.."

Her voice is quiet, but audible.. its oddly relaxing as well.

 She looks up and snorts "Everyone keeps asking that rather than just minding their business... I'm fine." She said, stubbing the cigarette out on the back of her hand.