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Ramon's been a little busy, recently. There's been some interest, from a certain party, in the product that made him very rich and very powerful.

So while Random's otherwise occupied, Ramon's in their old room in the bar, taking the chance to cut some more from his pure supply.

He works fast. He's good at this sort of thing.

Date: 2005-12-22 03:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
And lo, wandering around outside -- because it's the sort of thing he does, rather a lot -- is a Gorlim. A noisy one. Who can presently be heard dragging something down the hall, which sounds like it has bells on and possibly a flat tire.

Date: 2005-12-22 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
Now the weird thing is? Upon opening the door, it's just Gorlim out there. No obvious thing being dragged along, certainly no bells. He looks at Ramon, apparently startled, although, you know, maybe not.

"Being here," he replies vaguely. And ducks under Ramon and into their room. "What are you doing?"

Date: 2005-12-22 03:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
"Oh yeah?" Working. With baking soda and condensed milk.

Ramon doesn't cook.

This could be potentially interesting.

"Yeah... with baking soda. Dull!" he proclaims and gives off the appearance of forgetting about it while wandering closer.

"What noise?"

Date: 2005-12-22 04:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
Gorlim catches the tequila and moseys over innocently but does not sit on the bed, just wanders around it, fiddling with the bottle. "Ramon, I have no idea what you are talking about. Bells." And he seems to honestly not know. He leans against the dresser and takes a mouthful of tequila, contemplating whether it might be a fun game to steal some of their clothes. "What're YOU up to?"

Date: 2005-12-22 04:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
Gorlim beams back at him with complete benign incomprehension.

"What's with the condensed milk, then?"

Date: 2005-12-22 04:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
And he's wandering closer again.

"It does what?"

Get high? Not so much a thing where he is from.

Date: 2005-12-22 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
"Oh yeah?" He tosses the bottle back and picks up a box of baking powder. "What's it make you do, then, other than not kill you?"

Date: 2005-12-22 04:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
"Half hour, huh." He grabs the box back and looks at it. He sniffs slightly at one edge. "What is that, a hit?" Alcohol and sex are good. Maybe drugs = better?

Date: 2005-12-22 04:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
"That so."

He puts the box down and proceeds to look divinely disinterested in it.

Maybe it WOULD be fun to steal some of Ramon's underwear and hang it around the bar...

Date: 2005-12-22 04:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
"I still have not got anyone to explain that to me properly except say yes, it is somewhat like Yule, but not. And then wave it off." He sounds annoyed at this. He's ASKED. Nobody will tell him. "Is it a secret or something?"

He eeeeeeyes the box again. And eeeeeeyes Ramon.

Date: 2005-12-22 04:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
"Well I figured out all the things people are doing." Mostly by watching and copying. He DOES have presents for people. No, he hasn't told anyone what. "But WHY are you doing it if it is not for the new year?"

He scoooots towards the box.

Date: 2005-12-22 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
Gorlim considers this.

Or pretends to be considering this.

What he is actually doing is ferreting a bag from the corner of the desk into his cloak while Ramon is busy reaching for the milk.

"Interesting."

It's suddenly becoming a lot more boring in here, compared to how interesting things might potentially be out there.

"Right, then. I'll just... be off, shall I?"

Date: 2005-12-22 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
"Sounds good." He edges towards the door. "See you there, Ramon." And thank you very much.

He is out the door again. The curious thump-thump-dingle! sound follows him down the hall...

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