Evelios D'Rtan is a Simple Desultory Philippic, and Poe the Raven No word on whether or not he's been Robert McNamara'd into submission "Oh, right, there you are," Evelios observed, running a hand through his hair. "Gets a little disorienting, this fourth dimensional navigation. All spacial coordinates, mind you, none of this space-time axis crap. He held up his right hand, turned it, turned around, turned it again. "Uncanny." "Astonishing," Poe offered. "Anyway, near as I can tell we're wasting time here because the city is controlled by an oligarchy that necessarily corrupts itself as all such government bodies are wont to do. Violent revolution is necessary. Yes, I can see it now - a grand movement led by a charismatic t-shirt who will ultimately turn out to be a sort of dozens of dimes." "Dime a dozen?" "No, six pence for eight. Anyway, it's irrelevant because hot cross buns are simultaneously one and two a penny. Do you understand what this means, Ragnar? Infinite hot cross buns for a mere penny. Countably infinite rolls, ours for the taking. And not a possessed turnip in sight. The perils of free enterprise, my friend." "Where was I? Oh right, the tavern. Yeah, no, I'm similarly flummoxed on that account. Near as I can tell he's got too much fol-de-rol in his fiddle-de-dee. Fiddle. Wait, that's it!" He produced his violin from his pack. "This simple four dimensional violin can be used to make sounds pleasing to the ear. And seeing as we're having difficulties on my account, there's an obvious solution - espionage." He pulled out his bandanna of disguise. "A simple flick of the risk - wrist, rather - and it's as easy as one two buckle my shoe." "Dig it. Disguise in D Minor. I call it the Car Street look. Pure vaudeville. Something about a musical periodical. Poe, being flight-ready in that Boeing manner he usually is, can be the like-out, look. Look-out, like. Point being, we can go walk about the town and I won't get trounced for certain political affiliations. Not sure how we'll get near diabolical baldy, though, I reckon they might recognize your imposing self. Have we got a spare of these dorags, I wonder?" TAG: Penguinator OOC: Yeah I just don't even know anymore.