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

>
> "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 raises an eyebrow.

"You don't remember yelling, 'I can walk on my own ya god-damned
copper' and staggering out the door?" A smile whispers across
her face.

> -Wildwind


-Jane Palanis, Maj. (retired)

 

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> "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.

"Not at all," Jane says. "The more the merrier." Her eyes
twinkle. "Saves me from having to deputize everyone."

> Kronos

-Palanis, Maj. (retired)

 

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

Jane looks at the small dragon and then at Illyana.

"Interesting. I've seen species of dragons but none this
small."

Jane starts removing bottles from the crate of wine she brought
in. On each is a plain label, black and white. However, each
has a drawing of individual human face on them. The text reads:

100% Human Blood

Certified by the City of Mediquin.

Anti-coagulants added. Bottle deposit: 3 pense.

She looks at the bottle and makes the vaguest of faces. "Hope
Paddy doesn't mind."

> Illyana Rostov
> Don't try to out innocent me.
> and
> Rustain

-Jane Palanis

 

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Laurence wrote:
>
> Jonathon looks at the dust.
>
> "Interesting.

Wildwind raises an eyebrow and wonders what drugs he's been taking.

> 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."

"A P.I.?." She looks at him and winks. "Magnum or Cadfael?."

> > 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."

She laughs. "I'm Ga-ya-da-hi U-nu-le or just plain Wildwind to the
linguistically challenged."


> Jonathon.
>
-Wildwind

 

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Jane Palanis wrote:
>
> Jane raises an eyebrow.
>
> "You don't remember yelling, 'I can walk on my own ya god-damned
> copper' and staggering out the door?" A smile whispers across
> her face.

Wildwind turns a fetching shade of red. "You didn't have to shoot me or
anything did you?" she asks, fearing the worst.
> -Jane Palanis, Maj. (retired)

-Wildwind

 

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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.
<snip>

> 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.

"May I pet you?" the boy asks politely.

>> 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.

"Ow!" He shakes his hand and looks aggrieved. "Well, she didn't
_say_ it was herself, did she? Wouldn't it be presumptious of me
to assume it was when she was being coy about it? I didn't _mean
anything by it."

He gingerly extends the chocolate again. "Would it help if I
said 'sorry'?"

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

-Toby

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

"Oh, that's fine then," Toby says sunnily. "He's my bestest
bud and would never do anything that would hurt a hair on my
head. And anyway, he did ask me to help out around here a
while back, and I _do take my responsibilities very seriously,
you know."

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

- Toby
He'd never! His totem would be soooo pissed with him.

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Laurence <lb@argonet.co.uk> wrote:
> Kylinn <kylinn@kygmail.comky> wrote:

<snip>
> That third metal band on his cane is changing colour
> faster, almost kaleidoscoping,

Kewl!

> but Jonathon doesn't seem to notice this.

Well, there are other things to look at here. *preen*

> His two dogs look more puzzled 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 much worse ways."
>
> <OOC: I assume the field that means the Pooka appear in
> their true form is still active.>

[ooc: I have no idea and am willing to play it either way.
How long that huge blast of Glamour would keep the Pub
enchanted, or if it would have faded away by whenever 'now'
is... *shrug*.]

>> > He then makes a short bow to everyone, one at a time.
>> > He's especially careful to bow properly to the dragon.
>
> Jonathon looks carefully at the being before him, then
> makes sure he bows to him first. He looks as if he hasn't
> seen a Pooka before, but is used to meeting people who
> don't look like the mark one human.
>
>> The boy bows back gracefully.
>
> Jonathon grins broadly.
>
> "My name's Jonathon."
> <OOC: You can clearly hear the second "o" replacing the
> more normal "a">
> "It's a pleasure to meet you."
>
> His accent is "well educated English Gentleman"
>
> He extends his hand in a clear offer to shake hands.

"No thanks," the boy raises a hand protestingly, "I just ate."

"... Oh, wait!" He smacks himself on the forehead. "Duh!"

He reaches out to shake Jonathon's hand. "So pleased to meetcha.
Call me Ishmael. Or Toby, if you like; some folks call me that,
though I have no idea why."

<snip>
>> He cocks his head, watching to see if the newcomer got all
>> this.
>
> He seems to have got the gist of it.
>
> "Management foulups form a large part of my workload, one
> way or another. And telling a story to get your first drink
> is an interesting custom. I'll have to think of one that I
> can tell, although I don't need a drink, at the moment."

Toby looks appalled. "Don't tell the owner that. He worked
hard to make the place a going concern, all by himself, and
he's very proud of his stock. 'Something for everyone', that's
his motto."

"Anyway, what about your friends here?" He indicates the dogs.

> Jonathon.

-Toby

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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)
>
>
(OoC: Can't say I'v posted much in the past year bu tthat's because one
of the prominent posters really really annoys me. I could ignore him
when he was one of about 10, but not when he was one of three.)

 

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

> Laurence wrote:

> > Jonathon looks at the dust.

> > "Interesting.

> Wildwind raises an eyebrow and wonders what drugs he's been
> taking.

> > 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."

> "A P.I.?."

"For my sins."

> She looks at him and winks. "Magnum or Cadfael?."

"A bit of Nero Wolf, some Monk and a lot of connections.
Although if it's a strict choice, I'd prefer to be Cadfael."

Jonathon grins back.

> > > 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."

> She laughs. "I'm Ga-ya-da-hi U-nu-le or just plain Wildwind to
> the linguistically challenged."

"Very pleased to meet you Ga-ya-da-hi U-nu-le."

Despite the handicap of his accent, Jonathon does a pretty good
job of pronouncing your name correctly.

"Although I would prefer to use your alternative if I may.

I'm Jonathon Young. And my companions are Broderick and
Elizabeth, Brody and Liz to their friends.

Liz, Brody, say hello to a friend."

The two dogs move forward and sniff gently.

Jonathon.

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

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

>> Jane raises an eyebrow.
>>
>> "You don't remember yelling, 'I can walk on my own ya
>> god-damned copper' and staggering out the door?" A smile
>> whispers across her face.
>
> Wildwind turns a fetching shade of red. "You didn't have to
> shoot me or anything did you?" she asks, fearing the worst.

"So you don't remember," Jane says with a nod. She leans in
closer. "Neither do I."


>> -Jane Palanis, Maj. (retired)
>
> -Wildwind

-Jane
Gotcha.

 

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

He was probably already there in the corner, brooding over a pint; after
all, the door wasn't locked when Illyana came in. Pale skin and paler
hair, sunglasses - blue-gold lennon-style - unnecessary in the dim
lighting of the pub, but too much a part of his identity to remove. Very
well tailored charcoal grey suit, white shirt, no tie, black leather
driving gloves. Briefcase by Giger on the floor beside his chair.

Shane watches the people entering the pub with mild interest.

'Shane'
Not-so-rogue mage

(OoC: FYI, my characters are all pre-end of the WoD because I haven't
been following the WW metaplot for years.)

 

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Jane Palanis wrote:

>
> "So you don't remember," Jane says with a nod. She leans in
> closer. "Neither do I."

"I _hate_ it when that happens." She smiles. "Anyways, i'm an amiable
drunk...most of the time and there wasn't really anyone here to fight
with, other than Thumper."

> -Jane
> Gotcha.
-Wildwind
Fisticuffs with a Troll, a painful experience i'd imagine.

 

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Kylinn wrote:
>
> "Oh, that's fine then," Toby says sunnily. "He's my bestest
> bud and would never do anything that would hurt a hair on my
> head. And anyway, he did ask me to help out around here a
> while back, and I _do take my responsibilities very seriously,
> you know."

A serious expression settles on her features.

"Glad to hear it and since the bottle is a gift from me to Padraig, _I
expect _you to take good care of it, because it wasn't exactly easy to
get a hold of."

She holds her hand up, palm in front of her face and says "Da-ni-ta
ga."


> - Toby
> He'd never! His totem would be soooo pissed with him.
-Wildwind
I on the other hand don't have any such restrictions.

 

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Laurence wrote:
>
> > She looks at him and winks. "Magnum or Cadfael?."
>
> "A bit of Nero Wolf, some Monk and a lot of connections.
> Although if it's a strict choice, I'd prefer to be Cadfael."
>
> Jonathon grins back.

"I reckon i'd opt for the sunshine and the Ferrari."

> "Very pleased to meet you Ga-ya-da-hi U-nu-le."
>
> Despite the handicap of his accent, Jonathon does a pretty good
> job of pronouncing your name correctly.
>
> "Although I would prefer to use your alternative if I may.

"Sure."

> I'm Jonathon Young. And my companions are Broderick and
> Elizabeth, Brody and Liz to their friends.
>
> Liz, Brody, say hello to a friend."
>
> The two dogs move forward and sniff gently.

She sits down cross legged on the floor and holds out her hands.

"O-si-yo, Gi-li-ni-ta, how're things in the hectic canine world these
days?."


> Jonathon.
>
-Wildwind

 

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> The_Livewire wrote:
>>
>> Illyana looks hopefully for a familiar face among the newcomers. She
>> then goes back to her glass, scratching her dragon between the wings.
>
> He was probably already there in the corner, brooding over a pint; after
> all, the door wasn't locked when Illyana came in. Pale skin and paler
> hair, sunglasses - blue-gold lennon-style - unnecessary in the dim
> lighting of the pub, but too much a part of his identity to remove. Very
> well tailored charcoal grey suit, white shirt, no tie, black leather
> driving gloves. Briefcase by Giger on the floor beside his chair.
>
> Shane watches the people entering the pub with mild interest.

Illyana sips her vodka, ironically missing the friendly(?) face. Rustain
*grolfs* at the mage.

> 'Shane'
> Not-so-rogue mage
>
> (OoC: FYI, my characters are all pre-end of the WoD because I haven't been
> following the WW metaplot for years.)

(OOC: like that ever stopped me)

 

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> "The_Livewire" <The_Livewire@hotmail.com>:
>
>
>> Rustarin stops in mid bite, smoke curling from her
>> nostrils. She growlfs, and cracks his hand with her tail.
>
> Jane looks at the small dragon and then at Illyana.
>
> "Interesting. I've seen species of dragons but none this
> small."

"She's only 30. Our big sisters say she has much growing to do. So maybe
you not see all of her yet."

Rustarin poses, her nose up in the air.

> She looks at the bottle and makes the vaguest of faces. "Hope
> Paddy doesn't mind."

"What ever happened to nutrimatic machine? Anyone ever get baby out of it?"

> -Jane Palanis

Illyana
Where's Alex when you need him?

 

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> "The_Livewire" <The_Livewire@hotmail.com> wrote:
>> "Kylinn" <kylinn@kygmail.comky> wrote in message
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>> 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.
>
> "May I pet you?" the boy asks politely.

Rustarin eyes him cautiously, then looks to Illyana, who growls at her. The
dragon nods, conveying a feeling that he should be honoured to be allowed to
touch her.

> "Ow!" He shakes his hand and looks aggrieved. "Well, she didn't
> _say_ it was herself, did she? Wouldn't it be presumptious of me
> to assume it was when she was being coy about it? I didn't _mean
> anything by it."

Rustarin shakes her head and growls.

Illyana growls back at her

> He gingerly extends the chocolate again. "Would it help if I
> said 'sorry'?"

She takes a bite of the chocolate and consents to being petted.

>>> -Toby
>>
>> Illyana Rostov
>> Don't try to out innocent me.
>> and
>> Rustain
>> 'Dog' indeed!
>
> -Toby
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>> Jane looks at the small dragon and then at Illyana.
>>
>> "Interesting. I've seen species of dragons but none this
>> small."
>
> "She's only 30. Our big sisters say she has much growing to
> do. So maybe you not see all of her yet."
>
> Rustarin poses, her nose up in the air.

Jane nods at the dragon. "You certainly are a fine young
dragon."

>> She looks at the bottle and makes the vaguest of faces.
>> "Hope Paddy doesn't mind."
>
> "What ever happened to nutrimatic machine? Anyone ever get
> baby out of it?"

Jane continues straightening up. "The last I knew it was worked
on by a Ragabash Garou and a Technocrat." She pauses. "Get
baby out of it?" she asks blandly.

>> -Jane Palanis
>
> Illyana
> Where's Alex when you need him?

-Jane

 

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>>The_Livewire wrote:

>>Shane watches the people entering the pub with mild interest.
>
> Illyana sips her vodka, ironically missing the friendly(?) face. Rustain
> *grolfs* at the mage.

"Interesting creature."

Shane
not-so-rogue mage
- Friendly enough whilst here. Outside? I can't answer that.

 

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Jane Palanis wrote:

>>"What ever happened to nutrimatic machine? Anyone ever get
>>baby out of it?"

> Jane continues straightening up. "The last I knew it was worked
> on by a Ragabash Garou and a Technocrat."

"No wonder the poor thing didn't survive."

> She pauses. "Get baby out of it?" she asks blandly.

"Don't worry. I doubt it would have worked."

Shane
not-so-rogue mage
- After all, you always had to provide your own container for the drinks
the machine provided.

 

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Kylinn <kylinn@kygmail.comky> wrote:
> Laurence <lb@argonet.co.uk> wrote:
> > Kylinn <kylinn@kygmail.comky> wrote:

> <snip>
> > That third metal band on his cane is changing colour
> > faster, almost kaleidoscoping,

> Kewl!

> > but Jonathon doesn't seem to notice this.

> Well, there are other things to look at here. *preen*

That's true. Since Toby is the first Pooka Jonathon has seen
he's taking a careful look at him without seeming to do so.

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

> [ooc: I have no idea and am willing to play it either way.
> How long that huge blast of Glamour would keep the Pub
> enchanted, or if it would have faded away by whenever 'now'
> is... *shrug*.]

<OOC: I'd suspect that if the pub is in it's own unique plane or
pocket universe, there's nothing for it to leak away into.
Characters might carry tiny amounts out with them when they
leave, but it could take centuries of people coming and going to
reduce the Glamour to reasonable levels.>

<Snip bows>

> > He extends his hand in a clear offer to shake hands.

> "No thanks," the boy raises a hand protestingly, "I just ate."

> "... Oh, wait!" He smacks himself on the forehead. "Duh!"

> He reaches out to shake Jonathon's hand. "So pleased to
> meetcha. Call me Ishmael. Or Toby, if you like; some folks
> call me that, though I have no idea why."

Jonathon's grip is firm, but he seems a little cool to the
touch.
"So, Toby then. A real pleasure to meet you."

> <snip>

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

> Toby looks appalled. "Don't tell the owner that. He worked
> hard to make the place a going concern, all by himself, and
> he's very proud of his stock. 'Something for everyone', that's
> his motto."

"I don't drink much in the way of alcohol, it doesn't do
anything for me."

> "Anyway, what about your friends here?" He indicates the dogs.

"Thank you for reminding me. My manners are completely shot.
Meet Broderick and Elizabeth."

He indicates each of the dogs as he speaks their names. The dogs
look up at the sound of their names.

"They're Brody and Liz to friends, which I'll deal with right
now."

He looks down at the dogs who are looking up at him.

"Liz, Brody, he's a friend."

The two dogs look at Toby and move up to him, obviously
expecting a stroke or pet. Jonathon returns to talking to Toby.

"Go ahead and stroke them if you want, they are my companions
and guards, but they're still really only pups and they enjoy
attention from new friends."

Jonathon.

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.... All machines are amplifiers.

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

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Justine Rogers <justine@area88.demon.co.uk>:

>> Jane continues straightening up. "The last I knew it was
>> worked on by a Ragabash Garou and a Technocrat."
>
> "No wonder the poor thing didn't survive."

She nods. "I had the distinct impression that the Garou was
very good with her hands but magical devices were out of her
domain," she says dryly. "The Technocrat... he appeared to
have a real touch with machines."

>> She pauses. "Get baby out of it?" she asks blandly.
>
> "Don't worry. I doubt it would have worked."

"The baby would have had to fit through a very small opening,"
she remarks.

> Shane
> not-so-rogue mage
> - After all, you always had to provide your own container
> for the drinks the machine provided.

-Jane

 

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Jane Palanis wrote:
> Justine Rogers <justine@area88.demon.co.uk>:

> She nods. "I had the distinct impression that the Garou was
> very good with her hands but magical devices were out of her
> domain," she says dryly. "The Technocrat... he appeared to
> have a real touch with machines."

"Which technocrat and ragabash were they?"

>>>She pauses. "Get baby out of it?" she asks blandly.
>>
>>"Don't worry. I doubt it would have worked."
>
> "The baby would have had to fit through a very small opening,"
> she remarks.

"I'm sure there's a stock response to that statement, but I can't
remember it."

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

> Laurence wrote:

> > > She looks at him and winks. "Magnum or Cadfael?."

> > "A bit of Nero Wolf, some Monk and a lot of connections.
> > Although if it's a strict choice, I'd prefer to be Cadfael."

> > Jonathon grins back.

> "I reckon i'd opt for the sunshine and the Ferrari."

"I don't get on very well with sunshine I'm afraid. I picked up
a nasty little virus some time ago and it's made me rather over
sensitive to the stuff amongst other effects. Not that I mind
too much I always was a bit of an owl.

Besides, I prefer to think and solve rather than chase around
getting shot at... not that that hasn't happened, and I'd much
rather have KITT than a Ferrari.

Sorry, KITT's my main vehicle. A Daimler Adamant built in the
early 50's and given some very serious modifications since then.
He's a hydrogen burner and has improved armour, concealed
weapons, Good E.C.M, full A.P. He's intelligent in his own
right, something I can't explain, I'm not sure if he's an A.I.
or a spirit of some kind, but he certainly thinks for himself
these days."

> > "Very pleased to meet you Ga-ya-da-hi U-nu-le."

> > Despite the handicap of his accent, Jonathon does a pretty
> > good job of pronouncing your name correctly.

> > "Although I would prefer to use your alternative if I may.

> "Sure."

"Thank you."

> > I'm Jonathon Young. And my companions are Broderick and
> > Elizabeth, Brody and Liz to their friends.

> > Liz, Brody, say hello to a friend."

> > The two dogs move forward and sniff gently.

> She sits down cross legged on the floor and holds out her
> hands.

Each dog approaches one hand and licks gently, then turns so you
can stroke them. They are clearly Kennel Club standard bulldogs,
they probably have a bloodline better than most human royalty.
Despite this they are typical friendly but well behaved dogs.
Every so often one will look back at Jonathon.

> "O-si-yo, Gi-li-ni-ta, how're things in the hectic canine
> world these days?."

"These two are out of that scene unfortunately. The only other
dogs they get to meet frequently are my sisters Samoyed. It's
amazingly funny when they start bouncing around the garden
together at either her place or mine. That's not to say they
lack for other friends, they have plenty, some of them rather
strange. Like Tyme's cat."

You get the impression that Jonathon isn't a cat person,
although whether it's all cats or just the one he's mentioned is
less clear.

Jonathon.

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