Funny thing about foxes -- they come and go as they please, and tend to appear when things are interesting ( Read more... )

When Bill steps into the bar and sees all the changes he takes a step back and keeps a hand on the door, waiting to see if anything is going to happen ( Read more... )

For Jake, it's only been three days since the last time he was in the bar. So he's a little surprised by the changes at first.

A read through of the vidscreen that appeared explained things well enough, which lead to a few moments consideration of the offered reconfigurations-

-and then there is a young man standing in place of the cat ( Read more... )

Normally in human form he growls and purrs. So he doesn't notice it at first. Why would he? After all, he's got feline DNA in him. But this... this isn't normal. Not even for a genetically empowered super soldier. But he eventually notices and there's a small hiss out of him. And for the moment he's hiding away from all the scents that are ( Read more... )

Sunshine Dust, the golden squid, frolics closer to shore today. There were so many people to play with in the lake yesterday! And squids need love and attention too ( Read more... )

There's no real sign that a party went on yesterday; the loompas made an exception and got busy outside once most patrons headed in to sleep ( Read more... )

There's a transgenic in the bar, away from most of the patrons if only because of the scents. But his hazel eyes are watching the patrons... a slight growl escaping his lips. Though not at any of the patrons... not really at anyone. The boy just has problems with memories deciding to show up. Those of what Manticore had done to him.

He hasn't been seen in the bar proper for quite a while ( Read more... )

The door opens.

"I think we've almost got it." It's a pleasant enough voice, sounding like a man somewhere in his late 20's/early 30's. "Though we might have to- huh."

The cat stops in his tracks.

"Either someone decided to completely renovate the cafeteria, or we're-" Looking back towards the now closed door. "-correction, I'm not at E.R.L.

Ray makes his way into the Bar with Francis the robot dog at his heels. He's humming something cheerful to himself, and he's got a New York Aquarium hat on. Once again, someone pulled him aside and had a word with him before he left; he does not, in fact, smell like fish. It's Francis' rapid head-swiveling and flashing of the yellow eye-light that ( Read more... )