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[trigger_man]

 Jack didn't realize it was that time of year again, until he came down from his room yesterday and an explanatory screen popped up when he sat down at the bar.  After a moment of surprise, however, it didn't take Jack long to make his choice.  Last year's form is fine with him

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[katyafeline]

What Katya isn't used to is so many animals being in the bar. So many carnivorous animals, on the whole, without a single worry from the rest of the patrons.

The odd screen that appeared when she entered explained at least part of it. The rest, not so much, but she's never been one to miss a trick. After sending the screen away without any new modifications, she goes with an oldie but goodie.

The tiger of Moscow wanders over to the fire, for once in this form without worrying what the humans who come here might think.

[trigger_man]

Jack cracks open an eye as the soft sound of paw pads on the bar floor approach the fire. He watches the tiger's approach carefully--maybe a little warily--but doesn't tense. There's more than enough room for both of them by the fireplace, and if the tiger doesn't seem to be a threat, he's not going to create one by tensing for a fight.

[katyafeline]

Katya would consider her picking a fight with any of the changed patrons something of an unfair battle, so probably wouldn't react to anything short of a full-on attack.

Probably.

She's been keeping her nose clean for way too long.

Casually she flops on the warmed floor, curling sinuously to present her white fluffy belly to the warmth of the fire.

[trigger_man]

That's fine with him and he shows his willingness to share the space by sniffing the air to catch her scent, then stretching lazily. He lets out a soft grunt, then lays his head back on his paws.

No reason to disturb a good nap, after all.

[one_man_army]

Carl did not pick the same form as last year, but he can see that Jack did.

(At least, he hopes this is Jack in lion form, and not an actual resident of the African savannah.)

The large shaggy dog trots over to the lazy lion.

And gives a low, inquisitive 'whruff?'

[trigger_man]

Jack cracks an eye open and gives the dog a tentative sniff. Somehow he recognizes the scent as Carl; a small piece of information his human brain had stored, even if it didn't consciously interpret it.

He gives Carl a glance, and lets out a huff of breath that might be a somewhat leonine laugh.

[one_man_army]

The canine grin that Jack gets in response can be interpreted in many ways.

He's smaller, so he can fit in the space between the lion and the fireplace quite easily.

Heat is good. Very warm.

Long legs stretch into the air once the deerhound is on his back, pawing at the ceiling as he yawns.

Don't mind him soaking up all this heat, Jack.

[trigger_man]

Jack does mind, very much. As a human, he's more acclimated to southern California, and as a lion, his form seems more comfortable with temperatures closer to that of the African savanna.

Which is why he gives Carl a less-than-friendly headbutt.

Move your ass, mutt.