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[does_everything]

[There is a little boy with long ears, buck teeth and ridiculous hair padding between the forest on deck 3 and the top deck. He appears to be carrying rocks in his upturned shirt, and then...throwing them over the side railings.]

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[kindascruffy]

[Somehow Mar has managed to climb the stairs up to the top deck -- whether he can get back down is another thing entirely -- and is toddling around, silently ooohing at pretty much everything. Right now he's engrossed in the fake grass of the mini golf course.

[does_everything]

[Daxter spots him and- hey! That's Jak!] Hey Jak! Jak, over here!

[kindascruffy]

[He's not Jak, silly. He's Mar!

But Mar does look up at the voice, and he sticks his finger in his mouth before trotting over.]

[does_everything]

Here, help me throw rocks. [Daxter grabs Mar's hand and puts a few rocks in them.]

[sandpaperbreath]

[Torn's been hiiiiding. The fire really scared him, the forest REALLY scared him, and the idea of never getting home...really. Scared him.

He's being a big boy and sucking it up, though. A good soldier doesn't stop just cuz he's scared. Nope, he keeps going until he can't go even an inch more!

He notices the other elf almost by accident, but he's HOT on his heels the second he does.]

Hey!

[He points at him.]

Where do ya think yer goin', huh, kid?!

[does_everything]

[Daxter stared at him, rocks in his shirt and stretching it out terribly, not that he really cared. Was this confusing?] ...up.

[sandpaperbreath]

Up where? The top deck?

[does_everything]

Um, yeah. [Daxter edges past him and starts walking again. Weirdo.]