(Whoa! I want to do a bit of RP and background before we come off break.)<br/><br/>As soon as the break is called, Ptraci heads straight for the bar. After several minutes, she comes back with a two tall glasses of clear green liquid over ice, fading into a solid white top layer with a mint leaf floating in it, and bendy straws.<br/><br/>Someone with a knowledge of cocktails would quickly identify them as a 'Catnip Mouse', a cocktail favoured by felines. Vodka, sugar, mint liqueur, with a full cream topping and a dash of catnip extract. Ptraci clearly had other cat traits apart from her tail. She gave one of them a deep drink, ignoring the straw and getting cream on her upper lip.<br/><br/>"Ahhh! Now that's the stuff to give the troops!" She gave a long satisfied sigh. She slumped down on the nearest suitable place to sit in the backstage area. You notice her t-shirt, while still black, now has the CIS logo on.<br/><br/>She grinned, "I figured we were the 'Cast Iron Stomachs' because that's what our audience would need to listen to us. But it looks like they like us after all. I got three propositions, and one guy tried to stroke my tail. Don't worry, I held back, he won't lose the hand."<br/><br/>She took another sip, giggling slightly. "Oh that reminds me..."<br/><br/>She pulled a phone out of her pouch of holding, flipped it open and drew a glowing rune on the screen. The digital display faded and changed as she looked into it. A baritone male voice on the other end said, "Magical Bakery, how can we serve you?"<br/><br/>"Not at the moment, I just need fresh coffee and fixings, Blue Mountains Deep Roast if you got it, and a selection of pastries..." She looked over at Reizu, and added, "... including a couple of lemon filled donuts delivered here in about, an hour... hour and a half? Put it on the Ptriciamotepatoloma tab, and let Kuroni-chan an old friend wanrts to see her."<br/><br/>The other end, a red dragon it looks like replied, "Blue Mountain, pastries, lemon donuts, got your dimensional sig from the mirror, one hour thirty, Ptriciamotepataloma account, and you want Kuroni on the delivery. Okay, just give me the account password and I'll set it up."<br/><br/>"'Mama needs a new headdress.'" Ptricia stated.<br/><br/>"Uh... yep! Consider it done." The phone faded back to a nornmal display. She looked at the other two. "What? Bell don't offer interdimensional long distance calls." She snapped her fingers, "Oh yeah, Get a picture of the T-shirt, I don't want to change it permanently. It's one of my favourites." She switched the phone to camera mode, and held it out. She took a long pull on her first drink, draining it, and sipped the second.<br/><br/>"Maybe the reason I like the song 'Primo Victoria' so much is because I was there. I saw just what kind of shit-storm those guys went through in the D-day landings. Oh, I wasn't in one of the landing craft, though by that time the allies was so hard up for fighting manpower they no longer had a problem with mixing anthros into regular military units, something that would have been unthinkable earlier in the war."<br/><br/>"No, I was OSI." Her appearance altered from her normal exotic human form to a plain caucasian brunette with no cheetah tail. "I disrupted communications, sent tactical intelligence to the 3rd division, even helped remove some inconvenient German gunnery positions later on. But I saw what those front line troops went through, and if anything, the song understates it. Of course, I did see action in the LRDG earlier in the war, but that was generally fairly low key. Navigation, scouting, liasing between the army and the local fennec tribes... Except Caravan and that time the WACO went tits up. Guess who got to fly the wounded out instead... "<br/><br/>She came to a halt, and glared at the drink, "Isis on ice! How much catnip did they put in this thing?"