It's Chirpin' Time! [Chirper's, Pre-game, Late Afternoon] (open)

[Krol]

"I would surely hope everyone was watching their surroundings. The real question is how many are watching us when they're not in our vicinity. Those are the ones you really need to be worried about." He lingers on the phrase as he looks around once more, almost as if to sense the magic in the air. Having found nothing, he makes a motion as if to bring a server over, knowing in a tourist trap like this it takes far longer for one to come for regulars. "Sliced slices sound like a fine idea, I never did figure out why melons were salted."

[Ore]

Does the universe see it as a dog or a construct?

Whatever Ore might think of it, the universe sees it as a construct.

"I will take whatever is offered as foodstuffs and distribute it amongst our party. In return, I would ask that I take any bath time in hot copper"

[Sings-With-Purpose]

"Hmm," she would pick something off the menu at random, feeling adventurous.

"So, any of you got anything lined up? Work wise I mean to say. Or you know, *work* wise, far as personal improvement's concerned. Been a while since I've gotten to do much of either I feel like."

[Valeria Brightheart]

Valeria sighed, putting both elbows on the table and resting her chin in her hands. "Not me. At not any of the paying sort. Even the clinic's been quiet lately." The clinic, as her fellows knew, was what Valeria called it when she offered her healing services free of charge to the poor.

She brightened again, looking at Sings. "You could come with me, sometime! Any of you are welcome. I think it's getting safer. I haven't been stabbed in..." Valeria frowned, "Well, let's say a while."

[Sings-With-Purpose]

"Sure, I got a bit of healing to me," she said with a chuckle, "And I perform on occasion in the Hive, so it's not as I'm unaccustomed to getting stabbed. Still, it must feel like its pointless at times. So many poor sods stuck there between the way society keeps 'em out of the rest of the city, and between the way some of themselves keep things violent and messy down there. How many centuries has the ward been like that with nary a lick of change?"