[Good enough for him. He heads inside the bar, earning a few looks, one of the customers calling out that Greed really got himself a fox this time. It's dark, smoky, but surprisingly low-key, besides an anachronistic flashy rock and roll slot machine that looks garrishly out of place; there aren't brawls breaking out everywhere, and it's relatively calm. A few of the people in the bar look like some sort of bad sci-fi extra, with deformed faces with crocodile teeth or claws, but still, it's calm enough inside.
Plopping the fox down on one of the back couches, along with the device, he starts off towards a back door.] Wait there, I'll get the computer 'n get it running. No one mess with the fox here, alright? It's probably a person.
[The bar must be familiar enough with the community, as that statement is taken at face value with very little reaction from the masses. They go on to ignore her.
Which is to say, she's left alone with the device which, if she can work it, will get her transported elsewhere.]
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Date: 2014-04-04 05:13 am (UTC)Plopping the fox down on one of the back couches, along with the device, he starts off towards a back door.] Wait there, I'll get the computer 'n get it running. No one mess with the fox here, alright? It's probably a person.
[The bar must be familiar enough with the community, as that statement is taken at face value with very little reaction from the masses. They go on to ignore her.
Which is to say, she's left alone with the device which, if she can work it, will get her transported elsewhere.]