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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

Nana practically bounced into the hotel today, her tongue flopping into various corners of her mouth. It was making some of the staff nervous, but Jeff didn't notice, because he was getting out the specials board from behind the desk.

Only to have it pulled violently out of his hands by an irate German chef, who stormed back into the kitchen holding the board while spitting out curses left and right. Jeff stared after him, open mouthed. For a moment, he was completely and utterly speechless - something which up until now, no non-female had ever managed to achieve.

Then he leapt up from behind the desk. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" he declared loudly, gesturing like a maniac, "I HAVE RIGHTS!"

His only answer was another stream of German curses and a slamming door.

[ the arms hotel is open! ]

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Provided you can get Gunther to let you.

He's very resentful today. And maybe trying to reproduce some of the more interesting German words he just heard.

Moddable Nana is not in any way concerned with anything but her personal hygiene, unlike the equally moddable hotel staff.

Some time halfway into the day, Nana grew tired of her own posterior and wandered out the doors of the hotel to investigate something shiny.

Which was a very strange coincidence, because sometime just before halfway into the day, Trenor, bored, had unlatched his stall and gone wandering.

Right into town.

He stopped dead, ears pricked forward, staring in astonishment when he saw the hairy thing.

Maybe it wanted to play?

There was some really interesting smelly spots in the grass just there. Nana stuck her nose in it with great abandon. Mmmm, dead bugs and poo and some left-over dinosaur. It was a really nice smell; she should coat herself in it!

She flopped over onto her back and rolled around in the spot, tongue dangling between her jaw.

And that's when she saw the Big Thing. She scrambled to her paws, and began to back away. What was it? Was it a monster? Did it want to eat her?

It did want to play!

Trenor tossed his head, making his mane fly, and trotted forward, bouncing and prancing excitedly.

He had been very bored up in the stable. This was much more fun, even if the hairy thing smelled a little strange.

Ooohkay, it looked like it did want to eat her. Obviously, she had to make herself look dangerous or she'd end up in the Big Thing's stomach and then who would make sure none of the strange colourful floppy things attacked her master?

She assumed the Pouncing Tiger position, bristling her hair. And launched into what she considered a most magnificent barking session. No one could withstand that! She even defeated the dog that lived in the master's shiny thing with that eventually!

Horses couldn't raise one eyebrow (because they didn't actually have eyebrows), but they could curve one ear backwards, and Trenor did exactly that and slowed, peering at hairy thing doubtfully.

It was very loud. He shook his head again and pawed the ground, letting out a loud whinny.

Nana leapt from side to side, backing away and barking more. Why wasn't it moving? She was giving her best Tiger!

OKay, barking was definitely not one of his favourite things. Trenor flattened both ears and glared, head snaking low to the ground as he trotted forward a few steps.

He wasn't really threatening her, not really, he had better manners than that, but the noise was just too much!

And that was just scary.

Tail, previously high and proud, slipped between her back legs and she practically leapt back to increase the distance which had suddenly grown far too small for her comfort.

Another feeble, confused bark and she was out of tricks.

That was much better! It was a good hairy thing, and smart!

Ears pricked once more, Trenor walked forward, nose outstretched, and whickered his approval.

And bounced, tail flared. Maybe now they could play!

Oh no, it was hopping!

If Nana had the facial features necessary to display extreme fear, she would've. Instead, she did the only thing any large, strongly-built, well-teethed, potentially dangerous dog could do:

She ran away. Backwards. Really, really fast.

Eager not to be left behind, he broke into a slow canter and followed her, whinnying again.

This was an excellent game!

And so it was that Horse (forwards) and Dog (backwards) sprinted their jolly, horribly terrified way into the streets of Fandom.

[ nana is now gone from the hotel ]

It's just that kinda day, y'know.

Yes! Jeff has rights!

Bad Gunther! He's just asking for trouble.

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