(After this.)Coyote is sitting at the bar, wondering how to order the large amount of alcohol she needs without sounding like an utter moron
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By now, George was still at the bar but he had a pint in front of him as he considered the delicate question of how to explain to someone that they were going to turn into a raving beast next month. And that it was his fault.
George wracked his brain at that, wondering what language it was. He thinks he caught the dude part, but the latter. He tried asking her how the weather was in Croatian just to check, and then German.
George could sort of follow since he was rather smart and languages were a specialty for him. He found himself sounding them out and writing them down. "Wait, this sounds like some computer language."
He tensed as she pointed to the now waning moon, though his senses were still up and heightened. They wouldn't be baseline again for another week or so.
"You see... oh did you see the last full moon then? And what happened?"
"All my fault there, but I thought everybody knew to stay out of the woods then."
George tilted his head, rather like a curious puppy, and looked startled, "Bomb? Like an actual bomb? No wait, computer... But a computer virus shouldn't be like this."
By now, George was still at the bar but he had a pint in front of him as he considered the delicate question of how to explain to someone that they were going to turn into a raving beast next month. And that it was his fault.
He glanced over at Coyote, "Rough night?"
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"Sorry? Are you all right?"
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Hey, doesn't she know this guy? The werewolf, right?
"A/S/L?"
Okay, not quite what she was going for, but it'll do.
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And yes he was one of them, but it had been a while so she was only vaguely familiar.
He sounded out the latter part, "Not sure, uh I think we spoke once. George. George Sands. from uh, Bristol England. Uh Earth 2010?"
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"Y!" Coyote says, pleased to be understood.
"I c wat u did thar. Amirite?" She helpfully points out the window toward the rising moon.
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He tensed as she pointed to the now waning moon, though his senses were still up and heightened. They wouldn't be baseline again for another week or so.
"You see... oh did you see the last full moon then? And what happened?"
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Uhhhh.
"Zerg rush?" Well, how would you say it? There aren't a lot of werewolves on the internet.
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"Well the uh population of us wolves just went up by one."
He sighed, and then wondered, "What sort of snafu is this going on with you then, with the strange language?"
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"Someone set us up the bomb." Stupid chain e-mails.
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George tilted his head, rather like a curious puppy, and looked startled, "Bomb? Like an actual bomb? No wait, computer... But a computer virus shouldn't be like this."
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"N. I accidentally the internet w/o..." Sigh.
"I am Error."
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He sighed, "God, now I'm not even making sense."
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Bar seems to be feeling cooperative tonight, and up pops a fresh pint for George.
"Neway, gtg. Cya."
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