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If I see another mountain again, it'll be too soon. Did any of you know that sirry means "ridiculous"? [He snorts.] Explains a lot. Avalanches. Yetis. More freaking snow. Man, that mission was a pain...

[/whine and complain]

Anyways. I'm back. [Technically has been for two days albeit not in town, so he'll make it official.] Anything interesting hap- [His disinterested tone gives way to irritation as he turns his attention to something off-screen.] Oi that's not for you-

[The journal snaps shut with a sigh. He never finishes speaking, but about an hour later the post is transcribed... minus the interruption, and now with complete sentences.

If you're out today now that the heavy rain of the few days is finally letting up, you might spot Shikamaru coming back into the village from the North... closely followed by a deer much larger than Luceti's usual fare ((think five feet at the shoulders, six at the head, and eight feet with antlers)). The stag seems pretty content to follow him around - even into town or just standing around when he sits - despite sticking to the tree-lined paths when he can. Shikamaru talks to him sometimes.

Yes, talks, shut up.]

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You're a napper?

[ that's so cute. ]

Used to be frequently. Then people started saying crap like "be productive!" and I had to cut back.

You know what I find really contributes to productivity?

Shoot.

...Social drinking.

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Can I have juice?

I don't see why not. I'm going to.

[That he can do.]

Sounds cool.

Better get here quick before we run out of cute umbrellas.

I'll pass on that one.

[But other than that, once he takes care of a few things - like finding a place to turn his deer loose after stopping by the smithy - he'll be there.]

[ buffy's presence isn't immediately obvious. but soon -- within a few minutes of hearing the door open and shut, actually -- she's wandering into the main bar from the murky depths of the back room.

she tosses a dish towel over her shoulder and lifts a hand in greeting. ]

So? What'll it be? Apple? Orange? Cranberry? Something a little more off the wall?

[Oh no, choices.]

Lemonade adventurous enough?

Neat or on the rocks?

What happens if I say straight up?

Lemon juice. No sugar.

[Ouch.]

Whatever's easiest and doesn't make my tongue shrivel up, then.

Normal lemonade it is, then.

[ she grabs a glass. ]

[Awesome. He'll take a seat up at the bar.

Funny that he's been here for two years, and this is only the third time he's walked into the place.]

[ she pours it from a height. fancy. ]

Sure you don't want a little vodka in there? Last chance.

[It's the kind of move he thinks his dad would appreciate, especially with such an offer.]

I'll survive the missed opportunity somehow.

[ and now the glass lands gently in front of him. ]

You can make it up to me by coming in more often.

Oh? [He raises his glass towards her in a mock toast, tone light.] I can't believe you'd ever be in want of company.

Variety is the spice of life. We get a lot of the same folks in here, between cycles.

[ she pours herself a juice of her own. ]

[He takes a drink from his own glass, sneaking a glance around the room while she's focused on pouring her drink.]

It's a classy joint, I'll give you that.

We do what we can. Lots of folks are...more used to more varied pubs, I guess. So it's tough to keep things fresh.

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