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A lone figure steps through the door, a blond woman, maybe in her 20's but
looking in her deep blue eyes, one might catch a glimpse of somethint older.
She wears a faded Russian army jacket, and carries a russack over her
shoulder. Perhapse more extraordinary is the dragon at her side, the size
of a large cat or small dog. The dragon's scales are a deep blue colour.

She walks through the Pub quietly, a hand passing over where the nutrimatic
machine stood, a glance at a certain booth in memory, a long look at the
howling wolf in the mirror behind the bar. She lays a hand on the bar,
feeling the dust under her fingers. The dragon flies up to the bar, tail
coiling around an empty glass.

"This is the way the world ended,' She says, looking to her dragon, "One at
a time."

Illyana Rostov

 

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The_Livewire <The_Livewire@hotmail.com> wrote:
> A lone figure steps through the door, a blond woman, maybe in her 20's but
> looking in her deep blue eyes, one might catch a glimpse of somethint older.
> She wears a faded Russian army jacket, and carries a russack over her
> shoulder. Perhapse more extraordinary is the dragon at her side, the size
> of a large cat or small dog. The dragon's scales are a deep blue colour.

> She walks through the Pub quietly, a hand passing over where the nutrimatic
> machine stood, a glance at a certain booth in memory, a long look at the
> howling wolf in the mirror behind the bar. She lays a hand on the bar,
> feeling the dust under her fingers. The dragon flies up to the bar, tail
> coiling around an empty glass.

> "This is the way the world ended,' She says, looking to her dragon, "One at
> a time."

The door opens again, revealing a plain light purple view. No featues at
all are visible, other than the impression of great depth, and a man in a
poet shirt, leather vest, and jeans. Kronos looks around, his blond curls
bouncing slightly. Looking puzzled, he steps in and closes the door
behind him. "That's odd," he says walking over to bar. He nods to the
lady. "I take from the look of the place, you are the only one here?"
Not waiting for a reply, he continues, "It took a fair amount more work to
get here this time. I couldn't find the door normally, I had to open the
path to it from my workshop."

"Oh well, if you don't mind, I might as well clean up the place a bit and
make it more presentable." With this he walks around, grabs a towel,
and starts wiping down the bar. "So, as soon as I can get enough of the
bar cleaned up that I'm not afraid of opening a bottle, I'll get you a
drink. I think the price for the first one is still a story."


> Illyana Rostov

Kronos

 

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"The_Livewire" <The_Livewire@hotmail.com> wrote:

> A lone figure steps through the door, a blond woman, maybe in
> her 20's but looking in her deep blue eyes, one might catch a
> glimpse of somethint older. She wears a faded Russian army
> jacket, and carries a russack over her shoulder. Perhapse
> more extraordinary is the dragon at her side, the size of a
> large cat or small dog. The dragon's scales are a deep blue
> colour.
>
> She walks through the Pub quietly, a hand passing over where
> the nutrimatic machine stood, a glance at a certain booth in
> memory, a long look at the howling wolf in the mirror behind
> the bar. She lays a hand on the bar, feeling the dust under
> her fingers. The dragon flies up to the bar, tail coiling
> around an empty glass.
>
> "This is the way the world ended,' She says, looking to her
> dragon, "One at a time."

Footsteps come lightly pattering down the stairs, and a teenage
boy comes into view, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He seems to
be about 15 or 16 years old, and about 5'4" or so tall. Lean
and wiry rather than skinny, even half-awake he moves with a
certain grace.

Like Rip VanWinkle, he seems to have slept through the end of
the world. Or, at least, an end. He runs a hand through his
curly brown hair and looks around in apparent surprise. He's
wearing black jeans, black sneaker-boots, and a warm-looking
brown long-sleeved shirt.

"Wow! This is the busiest I've ever seen the place: where'd
everyone go?"

> Illyana Rostov

-Toby

 

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The_Livewire wrote:
> "This is the way the world ended,' She says, looking to her dragon, "One at
> a time."

(ooc: Hey... the Livewire returns.)

 

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> She walks through the Pub quietly, a hand passing over where the
> nutrimatic machine stood, a glance at a certain booth in memory, a
> long look at the howling wolf in the mirror behind the bar. She lays
> a hand on the bar, feeling the dust under her fingers. The dragon
> flies up to the bar, tail coiling around an empty glass.
>
> "This is the way the world ended,' She says, looking to her dragon,
> "One at a time."

There is the sound of someone entering from the back door. From the
kitchen is the sound of packages being placed on counters.

A woman comes out from the kitchen. She is stocky, with short gray hair.
Her age is perhaps in the late 50's. She's wearing a quilted jacket,
loose cotton pants and hard leather boots. In her hands are several
bottles of wine.

She looks around and makes a face. "I thought I was gone just a few
minutes..." She looks at the dust like a drill seargent looks at a
dirty uniform. "This won't do."

She puts down the wine and looks up at the woman. "Hello. Sorry
about the mess. I guess I was gone longer than I expected. My
name's Jane." She starts hustling - cleaning up the bar. "Tell a
story and the first drink's free... after I find a clean glass."

> Illyana Rostov

-Jane Palanis

 

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> She looks around and makes a face. "I thought I was gone
> just a few minutes..." She looks at the dust like a drill
> seargent looks at a dirty uniform. "This won't do."

[ooc: Okay, *hands on hips* - who told the Pattern
Spiders they could go to sleep?]

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Jane Palanis wrote:

> A woman comes out from the kitchen. She is stocky, with short gray
hair.
> Her age is perhaps in the late 50's. She's wearing a quilted jacket,

> loose cotton pants and hard leather boots. In her hands are several
> bottles of wine.

The door opens once more and a tall swarthy woman enters. She grins at
Palanis indicates the wine and says, "O-si-yo, Major. It looks like
i've arrived just in time."

She's wearing Levis, a purple shirt and a denim jacket and she has a
ruck sack slung over one shoulder.

"Man, I don't know what was in that Mickey Finn I had the last time,
but, it must have been good, I don't remember leaving."
> -Jane Palanis

-Wildwind

 

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> The door opens again, revealing a plain light purple view. No featues at
> all are visible, other than the impression of great depth, and a man in a
> poet shirt, leather vest, and jeans. Kronos looks around, his blond curls
> bouncing slightly. Looking puzzled, he steps in and closes the door
> behind him. "That's odd," he says walking over to bar. He nods to the
> lady. "I take from the look of the place, you are the only one here?"
> Not waiting for a reply, he continues, "It took a fair amount more work to
> get here this time. I couldn't find the door normally, I had to open the
> path to it from my workshop."
>
> "Oh well, if you don't mind, I might as well clean up the place a bit and
> make it more presentable." With this he walks around, grabs a towel,
> and starts wiping down the bar. "So, as soon as I can get enough of the
> bar cleaned up that I'm not afraid of opening a bottle, I'll get you a
> drink. I think the price for the first one is still a story."

"Vodka, and lots of it." The dragon growlf's at her mistress, "And rabbit."

"A long time ago, another lifetime, it seem. There was a girl. Not just any
girl, one who should not exist. She had friends, a family of sorts, but did
not know there was another family, one who was closer to her than she knew.
She was raised by her first family, but made by her second. Then her first
family killed by her second family. She tried to kill her Third father, but
he killed her instead."

She smiles sadly, "She got better. Her third family took her in, thinking
she was related, not knowing what her second family had done. She was
happy, she had everything she ever wanted."

"Then the darkness came. It took her first and second father first. Then
her third family found out she really didn't belong.with them. They tried
to love her, but it was no loger the same. She lived through the end, and
beyond, wandering with the only being who still loves her unconditionally."

'That enough of story?"

>> Illyana Rostov
>
> Kronos
>
Illyana Rostov.

 

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Kylinn wrote:
> Jane Palanis <nowhere@example.com> wrote in
> news:Xns95B6C7E0156B5palanis@130.81.64.196:
>
>>She looks around and makes a face. "I thought I was gone
>>just a few minutes..." She looks at the dust like a drill
>>seargent looks at a dirty uniform. "This won't do."
>
> [ooc: Okay, *hands on hips* - who told the Pattern
> Spiders they could go to sleep?]

(ooc: Clearly, the dust must have been put there deliberately - and
someone must be considering the dust significant...

I wonder who?

- The Master Of The Geomid)

> -Ky
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Alistair

 

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The_Livewire <The_Livewire@hotmail.com> wrote:

(snip)

> "Vodka, and lots of it." The dragon growlf's at her mistress, "And rabbit."

Kronos continues to clean the counter quickly as she starts her story.

> "A long time ago, another lifetime, it seem. There was a girl. Not just any
> girl, one who should not exist. She had friends, a family of sorts, but did
> not know there was another family, one who was closer to her than she knew.
> She was raised by her first family, but made by her second. Then her first
> family killed by her second family. She tried to kill her Third father, but
> he killed her instead."

> She smiles sadly, "She got better. Her third family took her in, thinking
> she was related, not knowing what her second family had done. She was
> happy, she had everything she ever wanted."

By this point there is about a 3 foot wide spotless patch on the bar in
front of her, and he reaches under the bar and pulls out a clean glass and
a medium sized dinner plate.

> "Then the darkness came. It took her first and second father first. Then
> her third family found out she really didn't belong.with them. They tried
> to love her, but it was no loger the same. She lived through the end, and
> beyond, wandering with the only being who still loves her unconditionally."

> 'That enough of story?"

"Enough for a drink I would say," Kronos says with a gentle smile, and
grabs a full bottle of Vodka off the shelf, and pours her a healthy shot
and sets the bottle next to the glass. He then reaches under the bar
again and sets a fresh, but dead rabbit on the plate. "You didn't say how
the dragon would like the rabit, so I defaulted to fresh, whole,
unskinned. If it would prefer it cleaned or cooked I could do that as
well, but it will be a few minutes."

> Illyana Rostov.

Kronos

(cue others entering)

"Well hello everybody"

 

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Jane Palanis <nowhere@example.com> wrote:
(snip)

> There is the sound of someone entering from the back door. From the
> kitchen is the sound of packages being placed on counters.

> A woman comes out from the kitchen. She is stocky, with short gray hair.
> Her age is perhaps in the late 50's. She's wearing a quilted jacket,
> loose cotton pants and hard leather boots. In her hands are several
> bottles of wine.

> She looks around and makes a face. "I thought I was gone just a few
> minutes..." She looks at the dust like a drill seargent looks at a
> dirty uniform. "This won't do."

> She puts down the wine and looks up at the woman. "Hello. Sorry
> about the mess. I guess I was gone longer than I expected. My
> name's Jane." She starts hustling - cleaning up the bar. "Tell a
> story and the first drink's free... after I find a clean glass."
>
>> Illyana Rostov
>
> -Jane Palanis
>
(Cue merger other thread)

"Well hello," Kronos says, seeing a familar face. "I hope you don't mind,
I started cleaning up a bit," he gestures to the stretch of spotless bar.

Kronos

 

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There's a machinelike whine from outside which comes to a halt
and drops rapidly in pitch. A few seconds later the door opens
on a moonlit moorland scene. In a gravel carpark you can clearly
see a car which looks impressive and expensive although you
couldn't say exactly what make it is. The man who opened the
door steps into the pub. He's in his mid 40's, slightly thin,
greying hair with sideboards and a moustache. He's wearing a
dark grey, almost black, suit which looks made to measure, but
the cut seems a little strange especially the lapels. His tie is
plain black and there's a very small silver and enamel pin in
the left lapel. Those who look for this sort of thing will
notice that the cut of the jacket is designed to conceal a
holster.

He walks using a cane with a silver top and three bands of other
metals or alloys in the top six inches. One of these looks like
gold, another could be titanium, but the third just doesn't look
like any normal metal colour. You can't say for sure whether
it's golden, silver, grey, or even blue, red or green as it
seems to change as you look at it.

He's accompanied by two bulldogs, one male, one female. The male
is slightly larger and darker brown than the female.

He looks around at the people and fixtures for a second, then
down at his dogs. He doesn't seem phased by the occupants.

"This isn't the cafe... Oh never mind it'll do, won't it."

He then makes a short bow to everyone, one at a time. He's
especially careful to bow properly to the dragon.

Having done this he says

"Hola everyone. What's up with this place?"

If anyone wants to run surreptitious scans, they will have to
get past some kind of interference that seems to be coming from
the cane. It can be done, but unless you succeed you get nothing
but a "There's nothing interesting here". Scanning the dogs is
easier.

Jonathon.

--
.... An expert: Someone who knows more and more about less and less.

__ __ __ __ __ ___
|__||__)/ __/ \|\ ||_ | And isn't your life extremely flat
| || \\__/\__/| \||__ | with nothing whatever to grumble at.

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> "The_Livewire" <The_Livewire@hotmail.com> wrote:
>
> "Wow! This is the busiest I've ever seen the place: where'd
> everyone go?"

"Do not look at me. I did no eat them."

>> Illyana Rostov
>
> -Toby

Illyana Rostov

 

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"Justine Rogers" <justine@area88.demon.co.uk> wrote in message
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> The_Livewire wrote:
>> "This is the way the world ended,' She says, looking to her dragon, "One
>> at a time."
>
> (ooc: Hey... the Livewire returns.)

(OOC: just in time for the end it seemed. I actually have time and sanity
now)

 

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> The_Livewire <The_Livewire@hotmail.com> wrote:
>
> (snip)
>
>> "Vodka, and lots of it." The dragon growlf's at her mistress, "And
>> rabbit."
>
> Kronos continues to clean the counter quickly as she starts her story.

(Story consigned to Oblivion)

> "Enough for a drink I would say," Kronos says with a gentle smile, and
> grabs a full bottle of Vodka off the shelf, and pours her a healthy shot
> and sets the bottle next to the glass. He then reaches under the bar
> again and sets a fresh, but dead rabbit on the plate. "You didn't say how
> the dragon would like the rabit, so I defaulted to fresh, whole,
> unskinned. If it would prefer it cleaned or cooked I could do that as
> well, but it will be a few minutes."

The dragon sniffs the rabbit, inspecting it from front to back. She then
breathes a gout of flame over the rabbit until it is nice and cooked.
Content with her cullinary skills, she then proceeds to eat.

"Rustarin does her own cooking.' She explains, sniffing the vodka before she
downs it. She grimaces, "Who ever thought of Irish Vodka?"

>> Illyana Rostov.
>
> Kronos
>
> (cue others entering)
>
> "Well hello everybody"

Illyana looks hopefully for a familiar face among the newcomers. She then
goes back to her glass, scratching her dragon between the wings.

Illyana Rostov
and
Rustarin the Magic Dragon.

 

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"The_Livewire" <The_Livewire@hotmail.com> wrote:
> "Todd Rich" <torin@panix.com> wrote in message
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> > "So, as soon as I can get enough of the bar cleaned
> > up that I'm not afraid of opening a bottle, I'll get you
> > a drink. I think the price for the first one is still a
> > story."

The teenage boy edges closer.

> "Vodka, and lots of it." The dragon growlf's at her
> mistress, "And rabbit."

The boy pats at his pockets and comes up with a
slightly-melted half bar of chocolate. He starts to offer it
to the dragon. And hesitates.

"Is chocolate okay for you?" He speaks directly to the
dragonling, not his mistress. "Only I know most people are
allergic to it so I wouldn't want you to break out in purple
spots or anything, though ... that might actually be kinda
fetching. Well, on some folks. Anyway, you have a cute pet;
mind if I say 'hi' to her?"

> "A long time ago, another lifetime, it seem. There was a
> girl. Not just any girl, one who should not exist. She had
> friends, a family of sorts, but did not know there was
> another family, one who was closer to her than she knew.
> She was raised by her first family, but made by her second.
> Then her first family killed by her second family. She
> tried to kill her Third father, but he killed her instead."

The boy is listening to the story now.

> She smiles sadly, "She got better. Her third family took
> her in, thinking she was related, not knowing what her
> second family had done. She was happy, she had everything
> she ever wanted."
>
> "Then the darkness came. It took her first and second
> father first. Then her third family found out she really
> didn't belong. with them. They tried to love her, but it
> was no loger the same. She lived through the end, and
> beyond, wandering with the only being who still loves her
> unconditionally."

Eyes just a bit too wide and innocent, the boy guesses, "Her
puppy?"

> > Kronos
>
> Illyana Rostov.

-Toby

 

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"The_Livewire" <The_Livewire@hotmail.com> wrote :
> "Kylinn" <kylinn@gmail.comgoaway> wrote in message
> news:Xns95B67ACF6B45Fplrcty@130.81.64.196...

>> "Wow! This is the busiest I've ever seen the place: where'd
>> everyone go?"
>
> "Do not look at me. I did no eat them."

"Ha! You think I haven't heard _that_ before?"

>>> Illyana Rostov
>>
>> -Toby
>
> Illyana Rostov

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Laurence wrote:
>
> He then makes a short bow to everyone, one at a time.

Wildwind nods and smiles.

> Having done this he says
>
> "Hola everyone. What's up with this place?"

"Except for Paddy not being behind the bar and some dust...nothin'."

With that she takes off her ruck sack, roots around inside, produces a
bottle and heads for the bar.

She places the bottle on the bar. "This is for Padraig when he comes
back."

The bottle looks suspiciously like an old wine bottle and has a hand
written label which reads. 'Longmorn, Cask Strength, 1965.'
There is a wax seal on top of the bottle.

"Now..._I_need_a_beer, so that means you'll need a story."

She leans on the bar and scratches her chin.

> Jonathon.
>
Wildwind

 

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Laurence <lb@argonet.co.uk> wrote:

> There's a machinelike whine from outside which comes to a
> halt and drops rapidly in pitch. A few seconds later the
> door opens on a moonlit moorland scene. In a gravel carpark
> you can clearly see a car which looks impressive and
> expensive although you couldn't say exactly what make it
> is. The man who opened the door steps into the pub. He's in
> his mid 40's, slightly thin, greying hair with sideboards
> and a moustache. He's wearing a dark grey, almost black,
> suit which looks made to measure, but the cut seems a
> little strange especially the lapels. His tie is plain
> black and there's a very small silver and enamel pin in the
> left lapel. Those who look for this sort of thing will
> notice that the cut of the jacket is designed to conceal a
> holster.
>
> He walks using a cane with a silver top and three bands of
> other metals or alloys in the top six inches. One of these
> looks like gold, another could be titanium, but the third
> just doesn't look like any normal metal colour. You can't
> say for sure whether it's golden, silver, grey, or even
> blue, red or green as it seems to change as you look at it.
>
> He's accompanied by two bulldogs, one male, one female. The
> male is slightly larger and darker brown than the female.
>
> He looks around at the people and fixtures for a second,
> then down at his dogs. He doesn't seem phased by the
> occupants.

A teenage boy dressed in black pants and brown shirt scurries
up to him.

> "This isn't the cafe... Oh never mind it'll do, won't it."
>
> He then makes a short bow to everyone, one at a time. He's
> especially careful to bow properly to the dragon.

The boy bows back gracefully.

> Having done this he says
>
> "Hola everyone. What's up with this place?"

"We're just between managers," the boy says cheerfully. "The
old one left in a huff and a puff and we've been _waiting_
for his replacement but there's some kind of contract
difficulties and _then they decided that since there's no
manager at the moment anyway they figured it would be a great
time to go and re-decorate but _then there was some confusion
about what the plans were and who was doing what and, well,
you know." He waves a hand around. "Technically we're not
even open now - I mean, we put announcements in all the
papers and everything, but I guess you didn't see them - but
anyway, since the door asked you in you might as well stay
for a while and the price of your first drink is a story
unless you're buying drinks for everyone in which case the
price of your first drink is a story and their's is later."

He cocks his head, watching to see if the newcomer got all
this.

> Jonathon.

- Toby

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"Wildwind" <wildwindsco@yahoo.co.uk> wrote:

> She places the bottle on the bar. "This is for Padraig when
> he comes back."
>
> The bottle looks suspiciously like an old wine bottle and
> has a hand written label which reads. 'Longmorn, Cask
> Strength, 1965.' There is a wax seal on top of the bottle.

"Oh, I'll keep that safe for him," Toby volunteers, reaching
for the bottle.

> Wildwind

- Toby

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In article
<1102433444.645640.294800@f14g2000cwb.googlegroups.com>,
Wildwind <wildwindsco@yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
> Laurence wrote:
> >
> > He then makes a short bow to everyone, one at a time.

> Wildwind nods and smiles.

> > Having done this he says

> > "Hola everyone. What's up with this place?"

> "Except for Paddy not being behind the bar and some
> dust...nothin'."

Jonathon looks at the dust.

"Interesting.

Sorry, I'm a private investigator so I tend to notice things...
like the fact that the dust isn't evenly deposited, and it's in
one or two places that it really shouldn't be. It looks like
someone has tried to make this place look like it hasn't been
used for years."

> With that she takes off her ruck sack, roots around inside,
> produces a bottle and heads for the bar.

> She places the bottle on the bar. "This is for Padraig when he
> comes back."

"I look forward to meeting him if his clientel are always as
interesting as this."

Jonathon.

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__ __ __ __ __ ___
|__||__)/ __/ \|\ ||_ | And isn't your life extremely flat
| || \\__/\__/| \||__ | with nothing whatever to grumble at.

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In article <Xns95B8AF08617Fplrctyky@130.81.64.196>,
Kylinn <kylinn@kygmail.comky> wrote:
> Lavrence <lb@argonet.co.vk> wrote:


> > He looks arovnd at the people and fixtvres for a second,
> > then down at his dogs. He doesn't seem phased by the
> > occvpants.

> A teenage boy dressed in black pants and brown shirt scvrries
> vp to him.

At close range, Jonathon looks rather pale. His hair is so
neatly styled that yov wovld think that each strand was
terrified of being seen ovt of place.

The pin in his lapel is a sceptre on a Union flag. (The British
flag. It's only a "Jack" when it's flown on a ship.)

That third metal band on his cane is changing colovr faster,
almost kaleidoscoping, bvt Jonathon doesn't seem to notice this.

His two dogs look more pvzzled at Toby's appearance and scent.
The male even looks like he might move to defend his owner.
Jonathon doesn't even look down before saying.
"Calm Brody. We've been met in mvch worse ways."

<OOC: I assvme the field that means the Pooka appear in their
trve form is still active.>

> > He then makes a short bow to everyone, one at a time. He's
> > especially carefvl to bow properly to the dragon.

Jonathon looks carefvlly at the being before him, then makes
svre he bows to him first. He looks as if he hasn't seen a Pooka
before, bvt is vsed to meeting people who don't look like the
mark one hvman.

> The boy bows back gracefvlly.

Jonathon grins broadly.

"My name's Jonathon."
<OOC: Yov can clearly hear the second "o" replacing the more
normal "a">
"It's a pleasvre to meet yov."

His accent is "well edvcated English Gentleman"

He extends his hand in a clear offer to shake hands. There's one
large gold ring on his middle finger. It appears to be plain,
bvt if yov look at it yov will see that it originally had a
woodgrain effect which has nearly all worn away.

> > Having done this he says

> > "Hola everyone. What's vp with this place?"

> "We're jvst between managers," the boy says cheerfvlly. "The
> old one left in a hvff and a pvff and we've been _waiting_
> for his replacement bvt there's some kind of contract
> difficvlties and _then they decided that since there's no
> manager at the moment anyway they figvred it wovld be a great
> time to go and re-decorate bvt _then there was some confvsion
> abovt what the plans were and who was doing what and, well,
> yov know." He waves a hand arovnd. "Technically we're not
> even open now - I mean, we pvt annovncements in all the
> papers and everything, bvt I gvess yov didn't see them - bvt
> anyway, since the door asked yov in yov might as well stay
> for a while and the price of yovr first drink is a story
> vnless yov're bvying drinks for everyone in which case the
> price of yovr first drink is a story and their's is later."

> He cocks his head, watching to see if the newcomer got all
> this.

He seems to have got the gist of it.

"Management fovlvps form a large part of my workload, one way or
another. And telling a story to get yovr first drink is an
interesting cvstom. I'll have to think of one that I can tell,
althovgh I don't need a drink, at the moment."

Jonathon.

--
.... Xerox never comes vp with anything original.

__ __ __ __ __ ___
|__||__)/ __/ \|\ ||_ | And isn't yovr life extremely flat
| || \\__/\__/| \||__ | with nothing whatever to grvmble at.

....Rvnning the RISC... lbATargonetDOTcoDOTvk

 

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"Kylinn" <kylinn@kygmail.comky> wrote in message
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> The boy pats at his pockets and comes up with a
> slightly-melted half bar of chocolate. He starts to offer it
> to the dragon. And hesitates.
>
> "Is chocolate okay for you?" He speaks directly to the
> dragonling, not his mistress. "Only I know most people are
> allergic to it so I wouldn't want you to break out in purple
> spots or anything, though ... that might actually be kinda
> fetching. Well, on some folks. Anyway, you have a cute pet;
> mind if I say 'hi' to her?"

Rustarin looks to the chocolate bar, then to the rabbit.
Chocolate bar.
Rabbit
Chocolate Bar....
She takes a quick bite out of the chocolate, savoring the taste.



> Eyes just a bit too wide and innocent, the boy guesses, "Her
> puppy?"

Rustarin stops in mid bite, smoke curling from her nostrils. She growlfs,
and cracks his hand with her tail.

> -Toby

Illyana Rostov
Don't try to out innocent me.
and
Rustain
'Dog' indeed!

 

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Kylinn wrote:
>
> "Oh, I'll keep that safe for him," Toby volunteers, reaching
> for the bottle.

"Fair enough. If _you want to take on the responsibility of looking
after this _very_special bottle of whisky that the
_very_angry_seven_foot_hairy_homicidal_killing_machine asked me to get,
that would be excellent...'cos I certainly wouldn't want to have to
tell him if anything _untoward happened to it!." She draws her thumb
across her throat, makes a 'krrch' noise and shudders.
> - Toby
>
-Wildwind
Think of the mess he'd leave...EEWWW!

 

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Kylinn wrote:
>
> "Oh, I'll keep that safe for him," Toby volunteers, reaching
> for the bottle.

"Fair enough. If _you want to take on the responsibility of looking
after this _very_special bottle of whisky that the
_very_angry_seven_foot_hairy_homicidal_killing_machine asked me to get,
that would be excellent...'cos I certainly wouldn't want to have to
tell him if anything _untoward happened to it!." She draws her thumb
across her throat, makes a 'krrch' noise and shudders.
>
> - Toby

-Wildwind
Think of the mess he'd leave...EEWWW!