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"Games?"

The pixie finally plopped down and tilted its head. Without bothering to consider it rude, it stabbed its hand into the soft side of one of the pears and pulled a chunk free as it considered the question.

"Well, there's no specific games, really," it said, and bit into the chunk. It did at least have the manners to swallow before speaking again. "Sometimes people play chess 'r checkers 'r cards here. I mostly just help keep everything nice and run errands for Momma. Sometimes I braid hair and stuff, too."

Uninteresting a life as it just described, it was clearly quite happy with it.

"Do you like hair? Everyone thinks it's silly, but hair is so comfy!"

'' Hair is good, but I am afraid I must retire for the night. Care to show me the way."she yawned looking peekish.

"Sure!" Jzin said, and popped back up. It knew she wouldn't necessarily return once she did fall asleep, but that was no real problem. It waved for her to follow. "C'mon."

It zipped over to the counter to grab a key, which it hugged as it moved on over to the stairwell. There it waited for the faerie-lady, after which it would lead her on up to the room the key matched and hand the key over to her.

she took the key placed in in the doorknob slowly turning the handle . once inside she sighed closing the door. serenity then tossed her self on the bed. '' such a long year, but still I am glad for this place.'' she closed her eyes letting sleep over take her.

Satisfied that it had done its duty, the Jzin zipped back down the stairs and climbed onto a shelf. There is sat relatively still, relaxing, and appearing as if it were nothing more than some sort of pixie doll.

Novalyyn moved from table to table, refilling drinks and removing emptied plates, always with a soft smile and a "thank you." Almost every time she returned to the kitchen, she came back out with more food to set down at some table. The place was sufficient to keep her moving, but not so busy that she couldn't manage on her own for the time being.

Of course, it helped that only some of those present were even real people; others, as real as they seemed, were mere constructs of the dreamscape.

Following a moment of silence, there suddenly comes a loud explosive sound, breaking a few of the floorboards as the nut-ball known as Jerry Jay spontaneously materializes in the middle of the floor.

"Ouch... Anyone get the number on that--WHERE THE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?" In an attempt to stand up, Jerry catches his foot against a busted plank and falls to his face again. "So much pain..." he mutters into the floor. After rolling over to his side, his left hand hits the floor, tightly gripping a long, silver flute. His other hand goes up to his red baseball cap. "Okay, seriously, though, where am I?"

At the sound of the crash, Novalyyn whirled around and nearly threw a plate of food into the face of the one who'd ordered it. She managed to lift it at the last moment though, pulling the plate over the patron's head. She set it down with a quick apology, then rushed over to the newcomer.

"Sir! Are you okay?" the silver-haired elf asked, kneeling down by the man. People sometimes came in injured, but usually entrances weren't quite that... violent.

Jerry rolls to his side and props himself on his elbow. "Yeah, I'm fine and... you are an elf." He blinks a couple of times. "Yup. You are an elf..." He begins looking around. "...in a cafe-looking establishment... Am I dead? 'Cause if I am, Heaven is really kind of disappointing." He suddenly panics and hops to his feet, examining his flute for damage. "Oh no! Oh no! Please don't be damaged! Please don't be damaged!!" He lets out a long sigh. "Oh good, I thought--" he falls backward back into the hole he made with his arrival.

She sighed as she relaxed, though she wasn't quite sure what to think about the way the young man appeared not to care that he had demolished part of the floor. She smiled anyway.

"No, you aren't in heaven. This is the Shooting Star, and inn and tavern." She suppressed a smirk when he fell back, but stood, crouched, and offered him a hand. "Come on. Perhaps you should calm down a bit and be more careful."

"O-okay..." Jerry takes her hand and stands up. "Thank you. So, this place is... How did I get here?" He looks down at the mangled floorboards, then covers his face with his hat. "Please tell me I didn't do that. Please tell me that was like that before I showed up." He lifts his hat again and looks at the floorboards. He knows he . "Uhh, I'm sorry." He rubs the back of his head with his hand as he looks around him some more. "I still don't really understand where I am. What Region? What city? How long was I under the floor? I don't know anything."

"It'll be taken care of, don't worry," she said, smiling kindly. With a gesture and, if needed, a light touch, Novalyyn guided the young man away from the hole and to another place in the dining area. "Before you worry about all that, let's make sure you're really alright, shall we? Confused as you are, that crash might have actually done more damage to your head than you realize. If you'll allow me to examine it, I'll make sure all is well, and maybe you'd like something to eat or drink after that?"

Just a little misdirection, but all with good intent.

"Uuuuuh, okay then. You are an elf, so I'll just accept you can do that." He sits down at the desk like a good little boy and takes off his hat to make whatever the strange elf person has in mind easier. "I really don't think there's anything to worry about. I've been through all kinds of crazy things before, and I've come through all of it in one piece. I've tunneled through desserts, burst through walls, thrown into water a lot, even had some freaky ghost thing attempt to steal my soul from my body!" He pauses. "So what exactly are you doing?"

"Sounds like you've had some interesting adventures!" she said as she pushed her fingers through his hair and gently felt around his scalp for lumps or wet spots that implied bleeding, though if there was a bloody would it should have showed up in his hair by now. "I'm just checking for bumps at the moment. Let me know if I touch any sore spots. In the meantime, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself? What's your name?"

"Oh, right! My name's Jerry Jay, the Pokemon Piper! I have an internet show where I play flute music. I also like Pokemon a lot, and music obviously," he says twirling his flute in his fingers. "Uuuuuh, that's all I can think of off the top of my head. Okay, you're turn! What's your name? What kind of stuff do you like?" He finds himself enjoying his sudden scalp massage, but as he doesn't feel anything wrong with him, he felt the need to let her know. "By the way, I feel fine. No head-trauma or anything here."

"My name is Novalyyn, and I run this establishment. I generally enjoy music, so maybe you could play a bit for me once we're done with this. I just want to make sure you're okay. It'd be irresponsible for me not to."

Once she was satisfied that his head felt fine, she sat down in front of him and held up a finger. "Please follow it with just your eyes. Just to make me feel better, alright?"

Jerry's eyes follow the finger with perfect accuracy. "Sure! I'd love to, just as long as this examination doesn't take too long." He brings the flute into the table and holds it in both hands, fingering the flute frets. "Ah, and this is me proving that I have overcome yet another case of me crashing through some improbable situation unscathed! Not really sure how, maybe I got some kind of guardian angel looking out for me!"

"Perhaps so," Novalyyn said. By the time she'd finished checking him though, there was no longer any damage to the floor, and everything was as it had been before the young man had appeared. "You do seem to be fine. Not that I'm a doctor, mind you."

She sat back and smiled. "Tell you what, you play for me, and I'll give you a free meal. How does that sound?"

Jerry's face brightens up almost to the point of it not being a figurative description. He twirls his flute in his fingers, stands up with a spinning motion, almost knocks his chair over but catches it with his foot so that he looks like Capt. Morgan. "You got it!" He closes his eyes, bringing the flute close to his mouth, gently cradling his lips to smooth metal mouthpiece. When his breath crossed the mouthpiece, a warbling ring sighed into the air. This current of sound is interrupted by a flick of his fingers, creating a fast flurry of notes, first chaotic, then organizing themselves into a proper song, the Pallet Town Theme.

Novalyyn's eyebrows lifted, somewhat impressed by the way Jerry caught the chair, especially after he'd been so clumsy before. She sat patiently as he started, and smiled as the sweet-sounding melody played out.