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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

There's a pwing! and a flash of blue light, and a big white bear is settled in at one of the tables with a sign that reads:

SECURITY CHIEF ON DUTY
YES, IT IS, IN FACT, THE BEAR

Some days Belar just doesn't feel like wandering around human-shaped.

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[grovecj.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Belar, right?" It should be considered like a sign of adaptation to Milliways that CJ does not find it strange to talk to a bear at all.

"Carl Johnson. I am Betty's husband, and I work Happy hour too."

[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

"That's me," says the bear. "How's it going, dude?"

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

"Eh, fine. Wanting to know what's up with those creeps, one who looks like a hungry wolf stalking people and the other who looks like a hungry fox looking for a way into the chicken coop." Right into business. Business first.

[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

The bear makes a disgusted noise. "Croup and Vandemar. Not human, just human looking," it says. "Only attacked one patron so far, and they did a week in the cells for it because it was a non-lethal outcome. Tore off a guy's arm. The arm grew back. I've had one request for security guard presence to fend them off, too- one of the folks who work in the infirmary asked for it, so I've been keeping an eye on her myself."

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

"Damn..."

"They were eying my kids like if they were food. Betty and I are keepin' Jack and Leah home for now."

[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

The bear grunts. "Sounds like we may have to call a special meeting to discuss these two nimrods," he says. "They might not have violated the no-violence rule more than once, but they're sure skirting the line.'

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, like some gangers rolling around the edge of the 'hood, guns out but not shootin... yet." That was his predominant mental image.