IC: Wolves Glen Pub

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 DeleteThis @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.TakeThisOut@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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Wildwind <wildwindsco RemoveThis @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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In article <Xns95B8AF08617Fplrctyky.TakeThisOut@130.81.64.196>,
Kylinn <kylinn.TakeThisOut@kygmail.comky> wrote:
> Lavrence <lb.TakeThisOut@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.

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"Kylinn" <kylinn.DeleteThis@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!
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"Wildwind" <wildwindsco RemoveThis @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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Todd Rich <torin.TakeThisOut@panix.com> wrote:

> "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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"The_Livewire" <The_Livewire.RemoveThis@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."

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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