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Skitter

Skit sits alone in the Dodged Bullet, spinning happily on a stool. A friend comes in, and Skit flutters her tail to greet them, chittering incomprehensibly. Skit pulls out three small blue crystals, shatters two of them, and finally manages to mindlink with her friend for the ten seconds it takes to say "Hello fren" and then wave her tail again. The spell has worn off. The friend says something to Skit. She doesn't know what her friend said, but she's delighted by it nonetheless and gives a celebratory spin on the stool. Her friend waves and leaves. Skit waits a few more minutes to see if any other friends decide to visit, then grips her purple crystal and opens a small portal through the fabric of reality. She steps into it, waves her tail cheerily at the shadows of chaos, and steps through the other end into her room where she is greeted by a small stack of books and a leaf blanket. She steps onto the blanket, spins around a couple of times to get comfortable, and lays down, wrapping her soft bushy tail around her body. She smiles, as it has been a good day, and drifts off to dream about treetops.

Skitter

(Add-ons welcome!)

Diantha

Diantha heads into the Dodged Bullet in the afternoon, taking a break from her patrols to eat. She doesn't yet see anyone she knows, so she is seated on her own and orders some food and drink. Moments later her order is brought out and she continues to sit quietly while she sips at a cup of tea between bites of sweetberry pie while also reading a book about combat with a shield. Eventually she looks up, takes a moment to stretch as she glances around, her mind starting to wander from her study. She sighs and takes a sip from her tea. "I almost wish something exciting would happen to break up the monotony, or maybe go on a little adventure of a trip, surely there are areas around Morenth I haven't seen yet." She mutters to herself in a quiet tone.

Skitter

Skit's head appears briefly at the top of the ladder, poking down into the burrow and looking around. A moment later, she drops gracefully through the opening and lands at the bottom of the ladder. She twirls her tail in friendly greeting and has a seat next to Diantha. She holds a single acorn with both paws and nibbles at it happily.

Twip

Twip has been trying to find tangle blossoms in a wood pile outside the library for almost an hour now, and is getting quite sick of it. Deciding to take a break, he takes a short walk to the entrance of the Bullet and climbs down the ladder as Skit takes a seat. "Hi Skit, hi Di!" he greets, mood brightening considerably. "Anything exciting today?"

Diantha

Diantha turns to look as she hears someone come down the ladder, and smiles brightly as she sees that it's a friend. "Hello, nice to see you Skit!" She greets in Sciurric, which the hedgehog has gotten much better at after lots of practice but still messes up words sometimes. Her smile remains as her squirrel friend has a seat next to her, and Diantha watches curiously as Skit nibbles at a single acorn. "Is that all you have to eat, or just a special treat?" Moments later Twip arrives as well, drawing Diantha's attention back to the ladder. She offers the rabbit a wave and shakes her head. "Hey Twip, not much happening, though it's certainly nicer now that friends are around. How have you been?"

Twip

"Been doing pretty good. Scrounging's not great today but nature has always been fickle when you ask it to feed you." Twip replies, as he makes his way to a seat. He counts his coins and asks in siciurric "Are you two hungry?" Or at least he tries, but eventually manages to get the idea across.

Quarrel

Quarrel swings down into the Bullet while holding a comically large peice of what seems to be unnaturally dark wood. They order a sandwich and two flasks of cider. They promptly eat a pie and swig some juice from a cup. The dark critter uses their white-marked tail to wave at the current company, before starting to carve into the wood. 

Skitter

Skitter grasps her purple crystal and blinks over next to Quarrel, her tail fluttering curiously as she examines the dark wood. "Hi friend Quarrel! What make?"

Quarrel
Quarrel glances up, and considers for a moment, before answering in Squrric (Or whatever it is I can't remember). "Instrument. Hollow music-maker."