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[wyrd_fox]

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A seemingly innocent fox naps on a table.

In front of him is the remains of what appears to be shrew casserole.

Four tails are wrapped around him for warmth.

Would be a pity to disturb him, wouldn't it?

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[gone_byebye]

"So are you actually asleep," Ray asks, "or is this just something that you put on to get away from your adoring public?"

[wyrd_fox]

"Shhhhh," goes the Fox. "I'm trying to lull the universe into a false sense of security."

[gone_byebye]

"Okay, fair," says Ray, settling in at one of the other chairs. He can braid the wires together in quiet if he has to, even if they are about eight different colors of metal alone, never mind the insulation.

[wyrd_fox]

One eye opens a slit. Then opens completely.

Nope! He's not gonna let curiosity suck him in. Nope. No way in hell. The eye slams shut.

And cracks open again. "Taking up macrame?"

[gone_byebye]

"Working on the sensor sheaths for a full-face multicapability mask I'm building for a werewolf I know," Ray says. "He needs the mask to keep up with a friend of his when they go hunting. I don't suppose the word 'yautja' means anything to you?"

Ray's seen a lot of movies, but he wouldn't know the Predator movies if they bit him on the ass.

[wyrd_fox]

"A WHAT?!"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the sound of one Fox freaking. "We've got a Predator in the house?!"

[gone_byebye]

"Oh, is that what the human name for her race is? Spoon says she lets her call him Christine," Ray says absently. "He wanted me to work on a mask for him to make it easier for the two of 'em to go hunting together, ever since he killed that xenomorph with his teeth."

That skull, at least, he recognized.

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"Unless we've got some bizzaro coincidence here, that's the movie name for them."

He jumps onto a a chair and slips into human form. "Gorblat's blue balls...well, as long as she doesn't try to take any of the patrons' heads for trophies, we're fine."

A chuckle. "Christine?! Great! Now I've got an image of one of those super-hunters doing Phantom of the Opera."

[gone_byebye]

"I haven't spoken to her yet," Ray admits. "I imagine I'll probably get introduced soon enough, if only because Spoon- that's the werewolf- is probably going to show up with her in tow at some point. And around here you have to be careful about saying things like that. God help us all if this place gets another fit of the musical numbers."

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A snicker.

"But that sounds like fun!" he protests. "Well, so you know you've got the right carbon-based lifeform when she does come around."

Foxtrot wraps himself in the illusion he gave Danny during the Foliage Census raid. "This is roughly what they look like."

After a couple of seconds, the hunt gear/armor is replaced with a tux, cape and white half-mask. "And this is what they look like on an Andrew Lloyd Webber kick."

[gone_byebye]

Ray gives this some thought. "Okay," he says. "No offense, but anything that looked like the 'grr, argh' sort of hunter you just showed me would probably want me to point out 'what kind of use is half a mask?'. Although admittedly, I have no idea of their sense of aesthetics beyond 'xenomorph skulls make good trophies'."

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He slips back to human form.

"Good point. But the image of one of them trying to pull off 'Music of the Night' is freaking hilarious!"

[gone_byebye]

"Okay, I'll buy that," Ray says. "Not that I've met this one yet, so I wouldn't know if she had anything like the kind of pipes necessary to pull that off. I think there's some kind of a law in science fiction to the effect that every culture and every species has some variety of opera, and every single one considers everybody else's opera to sound completely awful."

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"And if you don't even like your own species/culture's version?" he asks.

[gone_byebye]

"That would probably be the point at which you start listening to rock and roll. Or possibly complaining that Bob Dylan sounded better in the original Klingon."

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Foxtrot grins.

"Heh! Well, that's me to a T."

Sudden thought...then a dramatic facefault.

"Holy crap! Does that mean I'm normal?!"

What an utterly terrifying idea!