Welsh Halfwit wrote:If it hadn't been for his prior experience here, Owain might have been as awestruck as his smaller compatriot. Indeed, although shaken somewhat enough to sputter the beer he was sipping, he managed to talk. "Or...or p'r'aps your ffrind is very small, eh?" He smiled a little to show he was being friendly. "Th' place is magic," he said by way of explanation. "Door goes anywhere an anywhen... that a word?" he tried to think of some of the words the wolf fella had used but came up empty. He indicated the barman. "Ask 'im." He passed another small coin over the counter. "wha'ev'r they's 'avin'."
Was all the bear could say in response to that. He wasn't entirely sure this whole thing wasn't a hallucination brought on by that old bullet wound to his head. Then again, he never hallucinated before...
The bear walked over to the counter, the floor creaking under his weight. He kept his eyes on the strange giant mouse, though he was just as cautious about the fox and the Ferret bartender. After all, he had a mouse with him.
Buster wrote:Deciding to mess with the newcomers, rem momentarily ducks out of sight, shifts to galafrax proportions, then hops up on to the counter. Retrieving the coin, which now takes up the entirety of his apron's front pocket, he asks,"so, what'll you have?"
The bear stumbled backwards in surprise. He tripped and came crashing down backwards. The mouse flew off of his shoulder and landed on the ground with an agile roll. The bear wasn't quite so graceful. He sat up, rubbing his head and his eyes, and after making sure his mouse friend was OK, he managed to speak again. "This place not real! This place product of bullet to head! This place hallucination!"
He said, genuinely panicking. He knew if he was hallucinating, it was a bad sign that his old injury had long term damage that was just now starting to show up.
The mouse climbed to his feet. Suddenly, he bolted across the floor and made a flying leap onto the counter. Zipping back and forth between the other people there, he inspected each and every one of them, not sure himself if what he was seeing was real. He poked and felt the fox's mechanical arm, inspecting it up close. Then he was checking out the bartender's odd quadrupedal form, trying to figure out why he was like that and how he changed shape. Owain got the closest inspection as the much smaller mouse was suddenly standing on his snout and looking him in the eyes, getting a better look at the massive mouse's face. He moved like a blur, feeling and smelling and seeing the three multiple times just to make sure his senses weren't lying to him before he was suddenly on the ground next to the giant bear. "You aren't hallucinating. This place is real! They're all real!"
The bear hesitated for a minute. Then, picking his mouse friend up, he stood up and walked up to the bar, eyes still darting between the three odd people there. "Water. Lots water."
he said once his friend confirmed that it wasn't just his slightly damaged brain and that everything was in fact there.