[@Pseudo Stygian]

Pridopus, having at first noticed the bartender's attention turn for the briefest of moments towards them, was [i]juuuust[/i] about to request one of those tantalizing dishes currently surrounding them to chow down on -

- before a dark puff of fog filled the entrance of the restaurant before dissipating. Pridopus pulled their bandanna up just a bit more in an attempt to filter it out, craning their torso in the direction of the following noise. Their noise crinkled at the rotten-eggs smell emanating from it, and they would have turned back if it weren't for the newcomer's...[i]interesting[/i] appearance. He looked - well, for lack of a better term, this guy seemed like an absolute prick. 

While the newcomer chatted with two...ah, equally [i]interesting[/i]-looking women, one of the people at the bar mentioned at this man was likely to "go away, eventually". No one else seemed that much troubled by the man and his cronies, aside from the dragonoid drunkard shouting at what appeared to be the ceiling. 

Alrighty then. Pridopus wouldn't pursue it - oh, and it seems that the bartender was addressing them again. Anything imaginable, eh? [i]Anything?[/i] because [i]man,[/i] would they like to have their favorite comfort food right now...they twisted back around, nodding their head to show that they had heard. 

And apparently this place had a Safe Room, which seemed [i]awesome[/i]. Peace, quiet, and perhaps a [i]rest[/i] from all of this over-stimulation? Great. Hopefully no one tries to start anything before they can do that. 

Leaning in as close as possible (given their short legs), Pridopus lowered their bandanna just enough so as to make their speech comprehensible, and said, [color=a187be]"Would you happen to have...octornapie?"[/color]

Octornapie was a curious thing. The natives of Pridopus's home realm, TRAPPIST-1d, was home to a gigantic ocean bordering its largest colony. Seeing as agriculture was quite difficult on the terraformed planet, many citizens relied on capturing whatever horrifying creatures that arose from the deep. One of these was the octornapus, a relative of the pentapus. Octornapuses are small and light blue in color, resembling some unholy mix of squid and cat. They are also, TRAPPISTligns soon learned, absolutely scrumptious when baked into a pie. 

But all of that information was absolutely unnecessary to this moment anyway.

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[b]STARVING[/b]
Location: The bar in the Restaurant at the End of the Universe
Interacting with: John the Bartender ([@Pseudo Stygian])
Inventory: Morningstar (in pouch, attached to belt)
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