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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Some days really are better than others. This is why Spoon avoids freaking out when yet a-fucking-gain a random door opens onto the bar. Instead there are several moments of quiet canine, then Nelly heads in followed by Spoon and two gray puppies. All three of them settle down near the fire, Spoon pulls out Norby, the Mixed-up Robot (he is simply not capable of any more Henry V today) and while the puppies pounce the feet of Nelly and Spoon, Nelly's tail, and Spoon's free hand, the man smokes and reads.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace walks quietly in her rubber-soled boots, and Magic's nails have been trimmed recently, but the scent of Ace's coffee (doused liberally with chocolate and whipped cream) can be smelt throughout the bar. She still looks rather out of it, but at least she's up and mobile. All bets are off regarding coherent, however. At least until she's had her coffee.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Hallo, lass." Calls Spoon, raising a hand at the smell. Nelly wags, once, but, well.

Caucasian Ovtcharkas are strong willed, courageous, and assertive. Even as puppies. Which is why Raisa and Stepan decide now is the time to bark. Loudly. LOOK LOOK LOOK SMELLS LIKE CAT AND PERSON LOOK STRANGER STRANGER LOOK LOOK PAY ATTENTION TO US THERE'S A WEIRD SMELLING STRANGER LOOK LOOK LOOK

Oi, kids, that's Ace and Magic. Calm down. Come on, kids, quiet now. and Spoon sets his book down to put one hand over each yapping muzzle.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is a very intelligent, very logical creature.

She is also still very tired, and hasn't had her coffee yet.

Thus, her logic isn't exactly Earth logic right now.

"My God, you've shrunk the pups." She says in a sort of horrified bemusement, actually stopping to stare. Magic doesn't stop, ambling over to say hello to everyone.
Hi Spoon, hi Nelly. You two are loud. Mum doesn't smell weird, she smells like mum. So sayeth the much older and wiser Doberman.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Nah, lass. These are Raisa and Stepan." Spoon shifts his hand from around a dog's muzzle to under his or her stomach as he introduces them and hefts them into his arms for a cuddle, There's good kids. This is Ace and Magic, they're good people. They're alright to come home any time they want, for that matter. "They're new t' the family."

Still smells like cat. Stepan points out, while Raisa stuffs her nose in Magic's face and sniffs madly It's our job! We're loud so that our people know when there are strangers! We say STRANGER STRANGER STRANGER!

Magic always needed an enthusiastic puppy barking right in her face, right?

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It won't be so for much longer, but for right now? Magic has the bigger set of lungs.
STRANGER STRANGER STRANGER like that? She barks back, tail fanning the air in glee over her own mischief.

"Magic, knock it off. They're adorable, Spoon, where-ever did y'get them?" She asks, offering Stepan the back of her closed fist to sniff. Ace has learned some things while living with a dog.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Raisa's puppy ears flick back and forward again in a laugh, Yes! Just like that! Uh huh!

Stepan really isn't sure about all of this, sniffing dubiously. Then his sister squirms out of Spoon's arm and steps on Stepan's head so that she can smell too.

Ow. says Stepan. Spoon picks Stepan up again, rubbing his ears gently. Oi, Raisa, be careful. Hallo, Magic. How's Ace recovering? "Sarge found a breeder, lass, and we went out yesterday to pick them out."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Raven took mum home. They are very silly. Says the sage and totally not-silly pup. But we played catch me!

Another pillow in the pool.

"That's brilliant. What are they, b'sides monstrously fluffy?" Ace asks, keeping her hand out for Raisa to sniff thoroughly.

[boundxkitty]

The scent is familiar from one of the group, to Elizabeth. Which draws her attention from the book she's curled up with. So she's now watching from over the book, from the chair she's in. And the puppies are getting the most attention. Because PUPPIES!

And small note about anyone sniffing her scent, aside from the usual scent of human/cat, she's got the distinct scent of forest on her. And dirt smudged at the hem of her jeans, and a little on her feet. Who needs shoes to run in a forest?

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

CAT CAT CAT CAT LOOK LOOK IT'S ANOTHER CAT WOMAN LOOK LOOK PAY ATTENTION LOOK LOOK LOOK STRANGER CAT CAT STRANGER STRANGER STRAmmfph! Stepan has gotten the idea, so he only barked enough to let Elizabeth know that she has been spotted.

Spoon's got a hand around Raisa's muzzle, however, and the little bitch is trying to bark anyway, "Hallo, ma'am. Have a good run in the forest, ma'am?"

[boundxkitty]

She gives a small grin at the puppies. Because despite loud, their cute.

She gives a nod and a small wave at Spoon. "Yes, I did. It's nice out today, in my opinion." She marks her book and rests it in her lap, "And Elizabeth, please?" Yes, she'll correct him until he keeps it up. "How are you doing, today?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, ma-Elizabeth." He says, rubbing Raisa's ears to let her know he's not mad. She sulks anyway and turns her attention to Nelly's tail, which is waving back and forth. Spoon is totally out numbered here, "Better than I have been, ta."

[boundxkitty]

"Don't be sorry. I know how hard it can be breaking a habit." She smiles, friendly like. "Better is good." At least he's out numbered by cuteness and not by, say, enemies? She shifts her curled up position a little and now there's a hand hanging down lazily to the floor. "So who are all these guys?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Nelly would be the lass I'm sitting against," around three hundred pounds of fluffy gray fur, "Raisa is the little bitch, and Stepan is the cur." Stepan is the puppy with the most white on his chest, and Raisa is the louder of the two. Raisa is still hand-muzzled, so it's Stepan who wanders over to sniff fingers and eventually offer a good natured wag.

[dead-comrade.livejournal.com]

Krauser was near the fire. Then he went to Bar to get another book. Now he's returning.

His book about bargains and the underworld was left on the floor in his absence, since he didn't expect anyone who would take an interest to come along. Considering puppies and their interest in everything, as well as the chewful qualities of book spines, that may have been a mistake.

During one notable week with a teething labrador, there were tooth marks left in the chair rung, the dustpan, four squeaky toys, and two and a half cooking magazines.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Raisa was going to chew. She really was. Instead, though, she plops her butt down and starts saying, SPOON SPOON SPOON LOOK AT THIS SPOOON LOOK IT'S A BOOK AND IT SMELLS LIKE FISH, LIKE FISH SPOON, SPOOON THIS IS STRANGE LOOK AT IT PAY ATTENmumfglb!

Raisa is going to be more of a handful than Stepan. Spoon gets this. He really does. Stepan thoughtfully nibbles the edge of the cover before deciding that Spoon's trousers taste better.

[dead-comrade.livejournal.com]

Which is the scene Krauser finds.

It's important to give your animals advance warning before springing BOWs on them, although Jack is less springing and more checking the back cover of his book one more time as he approaches.

Socialization with nonhumans is best begun early! Otherwise your puppies might get confused and fetch innocent were-armadillos.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

STRANGER SPOON IT'S A STRANGER AND HE SMELLS LIKE FISH, SPOON! even Stepan thinks that Krauser's weird enough to deserve being barked at. Spoon rolls his eyes, "Hallo, s-Krauser." He's been practicing! Hush, kids. He's probably alright.

The puppies are not impressed with this logic.

[dead-comrade.livejournal.com]

Okay, barking. Krauser pushes his book aside with the toe of his boot (he's quite done with it; too much flaying, not enough useful advice) and has a seat. "Spoon." He flips the book open. "Don't suppose you know much about caves?"

Mun thinks Jack'll do fine with puppies, but forgot about the plaga. Which is why Krauser's conscious of a powerful urge to shift away. They're small and erratic and make sharp high fierce sounds. No good can come of this.

The plaga is told to shut up, and subsides.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Not a fuckin' thing, s-Krauser." He says with a shake of his head. The two smaller puppies (Nelly has gone to sleep, thank you, Spoon kept waking her up with nightmares last night. The puppies slept through it.) subside the barking but watch Krauser firmly. He's large, and smells weird, and Spoon is faintly wary of him.

[kryptonkara.livejournal.com]

Kara's dressed down today, in jeans and a white tank top and a blue choker with the S shield tacked on the front around her neck, and she was looking for a quiet corner herself.

But now she's looking at puppies. Puppies which are clearly too cute to be let out in a bar. People might just be trying to work up a good depression that could now be well and truly set back by at least a couple of hours.

Still. They're cute puppies. Kara is currently pretty okay with the idea of just floating a fair distance away grinning at them, but it's anyone's guess at how long she'll be able to resist going over to do a series of stupid teenage girl things.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

She's floating. She's fuckin' floating. There are things that Spoon can handle (strange smell, yeah, he can get deal) but floating is one step beyond what he can take.

The puppies, however, just feel the need to say STRANGER STRANGER STRANGER LOOK SPOON in yelping and yowlping.

[kryptonkara.livejournal.com]

Kara darts back slightly, like a startled hummingbird, and is suddenly really hoping those are just normal puppies and not Superpuppies. She's been nearly mauled more than a few times.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Nope, just puppies. Soft, yipping, tumbly puppies. Spoon shakes himself out of it and says, "They're going t' be guard dogs, see, ma'am." and picks them up, shh, kids, shh. Shh. It's alright. and, after a while, the puppies get distracted by licking Spoon.

He's more than half hunched over them. If the flying girl wants to hit someone, she'll get him instead of the babies.

[kryptonkara.livejournal.com]

Kara has been in enough ugly places to pick up on the protectiveness there, and she crosses her arms uncomfortably.

She was sort of being creepy. It's not surprising if he thinks she's going to continue being creepy. It just stings.

"Cool," she says, floating back to where she was and not a bit closer, "They've definitely got the basic skills down already." See? She's not creepy, she's just interested.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Yes, ma'am." He says quietly, "Yes, ma'am, they do. In the blood, ma'am, guarding." His gaze won't meet hers, instead he looks at a spot on her left cheekbone.

No challenge here, no.