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What? Did you think this wouldn't touch the animal patrons as well?

Looks like human[oid] females aren't the only ones cycling in the bar this month.

There's a large, cougar-like cat roaming between the tables, yowling, screaming and, every now and then, will roll about on the floor the way you've seen housecats do.

It would appear that being around a large number of hormonal women has caused Tasha to come into heat. Or rather, the scent of dozens of women going through their monthly cycles has caused her to come into heat. Or maybe it's empathy that's led her to this state.

Then again it could just be a funny case of coincidence that Ian's lir is in estrus and acting very friendly to everyone, rubbing against them and purring loud enough to pass for a car engine.

Either way, there's a cat who's perhaps the only one enjoying this time of the month - much to Ian's chagrin.

[This post weirds me out in all sorts of ways and that's why I have to write it.

Stupid muses...]

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"A man in lir-shape can lose control of himself and become a danger to everyone," he nods.

"It is something I would probably understand, given the tales told of warriors lost to lir-shape."

He nods. "Like I sai,d long story. But we cured it, anyway. We didn't have a whole lot of time to spare, but..." Sheppard shrugs.

"And so now it is only a memory," he adds, filling in the blank.

"An unpleasant one perhaps, but that is better than what could have happened."

He stares at his bottle, which is now empty save for that little bit that always seems to remain no matter how many times you try to swallow it.

"Interesting world you come from. Especially the arrowhead projectors."

He nods. "Yeah. At least I didn't wind up killing anybody." Sheppard galnces towards the door, shrugging a bit. "I think guns're pretty common in a lot of universes. It's the stuff like mutating into bugs or fighting aliens that's weird in my universe."

"That too is a good thing," he agrees, then yawns slightly.

It's getting late and Ian has to usher Tasha up to bed.

"Perhaps it is time for me to rest. I have been given a place to stay while I am here and I had best take this as an opportunity to keep Tasha out of trouble while she remains on heat.

We will meet again, someday."

"I'll keep an eye out," he says. "G'night, and uh...good luck on the heat thing, I guess."

And with that he's off for bed, Tasha obediently following in his wake ~~because we all must sleep some time~~.