Fry is sitting at the bar, wearing his new scout uniform.

He hasn't got any badges on it yet, but he's working on several. Currently he's learning knots, and has mostly succeeded in making the bits of string he was practicing on into a completely untangleable knot.

Cheeseburger, coke and the latest Green Day album. What do these thigns have in common? They are all pretty tricky to find in the Wild, which is why there is a Hunter of Artemis currently kicking back over on a lounge by the fireplace enjoying all three. You might not recognize her as such since she's wearing black jeans, combat boots and a ( Read more... )

"Another dozen if ya'd be so kind," a short red haired lady with an Irish or Scottish tilt to her voice asks of bar. The seemingly teenaged girl is wearing an Aikidogi and is barefoot, her toes thrumming as she waits the seconds before Bar response as if standing still is not something she does well.

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Oh, hey, it's a dragon.

Can happen.

It's big and red and glittery, and actually quite a beautiful sight, and is currently soaring in to land ungracefully, with its claws digging into the mud.

It pauses, and sniffs a little sheepishly.

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Today seems like a pretty normal day when it comes to the bar. Or as normal as it can be.

And yet there's a large tiger curled up and warming himself in front of the fireplace, back facing it as he watches over the bar, his head buried against the fur rug he's settled on but his eyes sharp and alert and forever observing. A half-eaten bowl of ( Read more... )

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He's not sure why he's here. He couldn't get drunk if he tried these days. And yet he has a beer. Even if it tastes metallic. Like all his food does lately ( Read more... )