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[baetiful]

WHO: Jayden Revell, Jorah Mormont, and Petyr Baelish.
WHERE: The long and elaborate sewer system of Philadelphia
WHEN: Sometime in December
WHAT: Baelish is determined to get his hands on one of the Alterams. This search leads this merry band of misfits into the sewer system. Wacky adventures ensue.
WARNINGS: Mild violence and sewer grossness.

[ Although Petyr absolutely hates getting his hands dirty, there are certain situations where it's a necessity. The imPorts can't help him on this matter, so he has to help himself. Which is why the three of them (and rodents) stand before a manhole. For once, Baelish is not in a fancy tunic. He's dressed in a pair of throw away jeans, work boots, a T-shirt and a sweat jacket. It's the epitome of garbage clothing in his eyes. ]

Jorah, do you mind lifting the cover?

[ Baelish asks, managing to swallow his bile in anticipation of the smell. God, he is not looking forward to this. But there is someone among them who is looking forward to it. He spares a glance at Mouse. ]

There should be a ladder leading down, correct? [ Several mockingbirds hover in the air, holding onto a backpack that contains flashlights, water bottles, knives, rope, bandages and a few other first aid items as well as a couple of snacks and blankets just in case things got bad and they get stuck down there for longer than they anticipate.

But these things never go bad, really! Should be all smooth sailing from here, of course. Of course. ]

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[princeofrats]

[ Mouse shoots Baelish a huge, beaming grin that's only slightly dimmed by the all the sewer muck streaked across his face, and the tangle of wet hair in his eyes. He's a little bruised and banged up from the fight (he'd refocused his attention on the monster's other arm, because nope, getting in the way of Jorah the angry rampaging werebear was not a good idea), but otherwise he seems to be in pretty good shape! ]

We're ok! Mr. Jorah's still a bear, but I think he's ok too! Thank you for saving the rats, can you tell your birds I said thanks?

[khaleesipls]

[ Sprawled wide over the beast’s corpse, Jorah is slow to slough off to the side, slick with black sludge. Streaks of red rope down into the sewage around him, but he’s solid on all fours, eyes flashing ghostly green in Baelish’s light when he swings his great, flat head round to the sound of his voice. He’s breathing hard, sides sweeping in and out.

Flecks of foam drip from his jaws, and he stretches his neck long to snuff after Mouse nearby, like a thousand pound labrador nosing for table scraps. ]

[baetiful]

[ The birds make a trilling chirp in response to Mouse. They understand. They've been around Baelish long enough to understand human speak. But they can't talk back in ways Mouse would understand. So Petyr interprets for them. ]

They said you're welcome. But also that the ones they rescued could stand to eat a little less cheese.

[ What. Birds tell it like it is. Petyr spares a glance toward Jorah bear. Now, Jorah had told him he turns into a bear -- but Baelish neglected to learn whether or not Jorah can control himself in bear form or not. So hopefully he doesn't try to eat them. ]

Do you need tending to, Ser Jorah?

[ And in the concern he's doling out for the knight, Baelish neglects to realize that their sewer hobo had run off. ]

[princeofrats]

[ Mouse is trying to edge away from Jorah the Werebear as subtly as he can, but there's no way to do it without noisily sloshing through the sewer muck. Jorah is intimidating enough as a human, but as a giant, snuffling bear, he's enough to make anyone pretty nervous! ]

He's, uh... he's not rabid, is he? Are you, Mr. Jorah? It's just, you're kinda foaming, and... can you hear us?

What about you, Mr. Sewer-Hobo? How are... oh.

[ They are officially -1 sewer hobo! ]