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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's worried about Zuko - very worried. Surely he should be back now - it's been days!

How long is it gonna take, anyway?

She's eyeing the rafters longingly. When emo, head upwards; that's the rule she's almost always lived by. But when you have not-quite-entirely-dog puppies to look after, rafters are a bad idea. She can just see Zuko coming back in just in time to see Gheri and Gifr go splat.

... It wouldn't be pretty.

So: there is a Steph, over by the fire, in an armchair. She'd be curled up tight and emo, but the puppies have just fed and want to sleep, and it's hard to curl up when monster-puppies want to use you as a pillow. It's hard to stay emo, too. Puppies: the solution to all emo. Steph's thinking she should market it.

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[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

Puppies are something Anna likes. And is waiting on from Campbell. He's just slow on the puppy delivery.

But Anna's just sitting in the armchair next to Steph's, eyeing the monster-puppies with a smile.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's rather at a loss with puppies. Not so badly as she was when these guys first arrived, but she's still no expert.

She glances over, and grins. "They're cute, aren't they?"

[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Adorable." Anna grins. "I love puppies...those are puppies right?"

She tilts her head. "Yeah, puppies."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Yup, puppies," Steph confirms, and grins. "Possibly slightly demonic, or related to, like, ancient Norse wargs or something, according to some of the textbooks I've been reading, but ... they're cute, so I'm not complaining."

[the_antiangst]

There's someone else over by the fire, but in far less emo circumstances; he's just working on a sewing project.
Possibly this someone was being talked about yesterday.

(OOC: I imagine this will take ALL KINDS of slowtiming and we might finally finish halfway through next week, but it's worth a shot. XD)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph is looking, and gears go click in her brain. Then she calls out "Hi! Angel!"

She'd go over, but she has a lapful of monster puppy. Disturb monster puppies at one's own risk!

[ooc: I am queen of ridiculously extended slowtimes. ♥!]

[the_antiangst]

"...What, has Mark been talking about me again?"
He's grinning, so that's likely not a problem.

[alwaysroomforhope]

She nods, grinning. "I just met him the other day. He talks about you a lot?"

[the_antiangst]

"It's been known to happen, yeah."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph laughs. "That must be fun for you. Random strangers all the time going 'hey, you must be Angel!' Don't worry, he only said good stuff."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Possibly less time than you'd think. Wells comes in from the lake, yawning and rubbing at his face. The smell of warg puppies is pretty distinctive, so he heads over in that direction-

"'lo, Stephanie."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Hi!" She'd get up to greet him, but the puppies are heavy. "You look heaps better. Like, a hundred percent."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Werewolf metabolism is a lovely thing, once it fucking remembers to kick in," Wells says. He crouches down to have a look at the puppies from closer to eye level. "Hallo, you two."

He can't shift his form outside of the full moon- it's not part of his curse- but he can at least smell a little more right to a dog's nose, so he concentrates on that a little bit before giving a small whurf noise of greeting.

[alwaysroomforhope]

They're mostly sleeping, but there's movement, and greeting, and thumping of tails against Steph's arms. They like the way he smells. Well - they like the way everyone smells, really - the whole bar's full of new! exciting! things! But Wells is given more enthusiasm.

Steph nods, smiling both for the good news and because it's just hard not to smile at puppy enthusiasm. "I'm glad it did, then. So'll Zuko be, whenever he finally gets back."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells glances up from the puppies (he's got one hand out for closer sniffing and licking) and says, "He's back, Stephanie. There was a problem."

Might as well get it out of the way straightaway.

[sansa-stark.livejournal.com]

"My lady," comes the voice of a young girl, who curtseys politely and stands a polite distance from Stephanie.

Sansa is still being rude, however, by not looking Stephanie in the face. Her awed gaze is on the puppies.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph wouldn't know Sansa's form of rude if it crawled up her nose and died there. She grins. "Hi! Dude, you totally don't have to call me my lady, that's just creepy, you know."

[sansa-stark.livejournal.com]

A shy, uncertain smile. "As you will," with visible effort, she says, "Steph."

She looks back at the puppies. "What sort of breed is that?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"I have no idea," Steph says, scritching Gifr's neck. "Some kinda wolf hybrid thing?"

[sansa-stark.livejournal.com]

"A dog with the blood of a wolf?" Sansa queries, because that's the only way 'hybrid' fits into her mental lexicon.

She sounds a touch doubtful. Applying the word 'dog' to these puppies doesn't seem right. Having raised a wolf of her own, Sansa knows wolves.

[bringnewjokes]

And here is a Sam.

Here is a Sam bouncing.

"You have secret psychic powers and you didn't tell me." Sam pokes Steph's shoulder. "How did you do that?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph looks at her, analysing.

"...nope, I give up. What happened?"

[bringnewjokes]

"He kissed me. He kissed me a lot." Dazed, dazed, whirly grin.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"I knew it!" Steph crows, beaming. "I so picked it, didn't I? Dude! That's awesome!"

[bringnewjokes]

"It's this place." Sam looked around suspiciously. "There's something in the air. I swear. There's got to be. No way he'd do that on his own."

Secretive beam.