Cats and Parrotts

<Parrots>
Cubie sat on the bar, looking over Owen's books. It was more
because she'd never actually seen accounting done in what looked like
crazed sanskrit. Owen could be loaded, or flat broke. She wondered
how loaded he'd been when he last updated the books.
Zack was busy bailing, but things weren't working well. Every
time he opened the door to throw out the pail of water, more water
poured in. Shrugging, he filled another bucket and headed for the
bathroom. Maybe he could flush it . . .
-----Snip-----
She eyed the pair of them wondering if they would even talk to her.
She walked through the water and said "Greetings and Salutations.
Would you be so kind as to tell me, what ship this is, where I am
exactly and how do I get off.?"
-----End Snip-----
Zack dropped the bucket. "Uhhh . . ."
Cubie looked up in surprise, then suppressed an expletive when
she got a good look at the new customer. "Er, hello." She swung her
feet out from under her and dropped off the bar, allowing herself to
stand on the water. "The ship is called the Blue Dwarf - it's a
mining ship. This is the local tavern - 'Parrotts'. How you get
off? Well, how did you get on?"
<Reply - M'Ress>
Cubie looked at Zack. "See. I told you we weren't the only
ones that got stranded on this ship!"
Zack was still gaping at M'Ress, wondering if the mop in the
corner would be useful for self-defense. "True."
He tried to pull himself together. "Would you like to order a
drink? The grill is currently out of commission, but we hope to have
it running sometime before the ship sinks."
<Reply - M'Ress>
OOC: Welcome aboard, Jeanny!
~Zack & Cubie~
~Proud Parrots Staff~
OOC: Dave - message received. McKenzie's will return soon.