IC: Wolves Glen Pub

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


> 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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Jane Palanis <nowhere.RemoveThis@example.com> wrote in
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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?]

-Ky
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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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"Todd Rich" <torin RemoveThis @panix.com> wrote in message
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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.DeleteThis@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
> (Remove excess nicknames to reply.)

Alistair
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The_Livewire <The_Livewire.DeleteThis@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 RemoveThis @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.

....Running the RISC... lbATargonetDOTcoDOTuk
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"Kylinn" <kylinn.TakeThisOut@gmail.comgoaway> wrote in message
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> "The_Livewire" <The_Livewire.TakeThisOut@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 RemoveThis @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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"Todd Rich" <torin RemoveThis @panix.com> wrote in message
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> The_Livewire <The_Livewire RemoveThis @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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