[Visual] Who let the dogs out? Oh god, did I really just use that as a title? I did. God help me.

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

After Cassie's Halloween night adventures, she'd just barely made it home in one piece. There was a trail of clothes leading from the front door up to Cassie's bedroom, where the slasher slayer had passed out on top of the covers. Just over fourteen hours later, the demon dog made his way home to check up on Cassie and found her like that. It confused Pooch on how falling asleep in lacy undergarments can be comfortable, but he doesn't wake Cassie to question her.

On the floor by her bed, Cassie's tablet sat where she'd dropped it, the screen black. Pooch was ever so curious about the tablets. They had nothing of the sort in Nef and Pooch had had very little chances to learn about them more with the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack's tablet attached to her wrist. But now that it was separated from the occasionally belligerent Cassie, Pooch had his chance. Lowering his head, Pooch did his best to grab the tablet and lift it onto one of the lighted stairs that made of the base of Cassie's bed. Pooch pawed at the tablet, turning on the visual function. He did not intend for that, but it was a happy coincidence.

He cleared his throat, giving his best smile. "Greetings, known and unknown citizens of the city of Taxon. I am the most loyal Pooch. The No Longer Hated Cassandra Hack appears to be in a deep sleep, so Pooch can control her tablet device. My tale is one of deceit, pain, and my mother, a lowbeast, exploding in messy fashion to give birth to Pooch. But Pooch wishes to know more of Taxon's citizens. So, tell humble Pooch of your life story." And then he grows quiet, looking at the screen in a 'okay, your turn' sort of way. Not unlike the Buffybot had.


((ooc: This will be a predominately Pooch post. Cassie will pop up every once in a while when she wakes up.))

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[aintnoconvict]

Glitch...stared.

He'd forgotten most of the previous night (no shocker) and the headache that currently plagued him indicated that this wasn't entirely the fault of his missing gray matter, so it was a bit much to ask him to deal with this sort of nonsense. Still, when treated politely he would respond in kind, even if it was to a- whatever Pooch was.

"Uh," he began intelligently. If he got one syllable out more were sure to follow, hopefully in a useful order. "Sorry, I don't precisely remember the whole story, will the abbreviated version work?"

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[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Pooch perked up when someone appeared on the tablet screen. Someone wishes to speak with Pooch. Oh, joy! You can't see it, Glitch, but his little tail is just a-wagging away.

"Any sort of story pleases humble Pooch. We may also speak of your likes and dislikes if your tale is frightening and heartwrenching to you."

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[aintnoconvict]

If he were aware of the tail-wagging Glitch would be pleased as...a very pleased thing indeed. And while his story was indeed frightening and heartwrenching - and brainwrenching (see: keywords) - it was not something he was opposed to talking about. Not many folks wanted to listen to a headcase.

"Oh, that's, that's all right Pooch," he said with a shrug and a small, bemused smile. "Well, to start I'm called Glitch and I'm from a place called the Outer Zone - O.Z. for short. I used to be the queen's adviser, but..." This part got tricky. "The sorceress Azkadellia came to power, and took part of my brain because I wouldn't tell her something. We were going to get it back, though!"

The smile faded a bit. "Until we ended up here, at least."

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[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Glitch," Pooch repeated curiously. "Is that not what they call when things go wrong here in the city of Taxon? Just last month, the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack suffered a terrible glitch where she became a monster and killed many people." Uh-oh. Tangent. Pooch and Glitch are going to get along just fine.

"Humble Pooch hopes greatly that your brain will be returned to you, Brainless Glitch," Pooch says as politely as possible. Forgive the nickname, he doesn't intend for it to be as harsh as it is.

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

...well. It isn't exactly the most attractive thing, but it is very polite — and wants to talk. Gaila can never deny someone that wants to talk, especially when it's a chance for her to talk, too.

So she looks thoughtful, as she considers how to summarize her life. "Well...I was sort of a slave, but I escaped to live on Earth. I'm a cadet at Starfleet Academy now."

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[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

If you could see Pooch's eyebrows, they would arch at the sight of this attractive, green female. His head tilts to the side and he blinks twice.

"Humble Pooch is most apologetic that you were a slave. Pooch is a lowbeast from the world of Nef. The lowest of the low. There are many other Nefspawn that would surely kill humble Pooch without a second thought." Pooch knows what it's like, Gaila. This is him bonding.

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

Aw, Gaila wants to hide Pooch forever now.

Instead, she frowns and looks very concernedly at the screen of her tablet. "You're safe now?"

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[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

She will have to get in line. Or find a way to share with River Tam. She dresses him in vests and gives him Ice Planets.

"Pooch believes himself to be so, yes. Humble Pooch has not found any other of his brethren in the City of Taxon, so he is safe," Pooch nods, giving Gaila a reassuring doggy smile.

[sookiestckhouse.livejournal.com]

The.. 'pooch' on Sookie's screen was disquieting in appearance, but she wasn't one to judge by exteriors. "Deceit and pain, huh? You poor thing." Her empathy is genuine. "I'm Sookie, and there's not much to tell about my life until a little over two years ago.

"I lost my parents, too, when I was a small child," there's that empathy again, "but my Gran adopted me and I was happy as a telepath in a small town can be. It was... uneventful, an' then I met my first vampire. Bill Compton -- he's my boyfriend, and I hope he's not too worried about where I've ended up, 'cos I surely didn't mean it.

"So, Bill and I are gettin' to know each other and then there's a string of murders. Women who, ah, made time with vampires. I asked Bill to take me to the local vampire bar so I could ask some questions. That's where I met Eric -- he's around here somewhere, in fact. It's all sort of more of the same after that, in a complicated way. Chaos, bloodshed, telepathy.

"Gosh, I hope Bill's okay. I miss him."

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

At the empathy, Pooch nods slowly, a sad look on his face. He listens to her story, head tilted in that doggy way. His eyes light up when there's the mention of Eric. "You know the Statuesque Eric Northman? Is he not a fine example of a friend? Humble Pooch was lucky enough that the Statuesque Eric Northman was a guest in his home. Even though Pooch did not know until he came to visit the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack."

Now that his fanboying is out of the way, he addressed her story. "I apologize for your loss, Telepathic Sookie. I did not know the one that birthed me for she exploded in a shower of intestine and blood. Many of the Nefspawn are birthed that way."

"I am sure the Vampire Bill Compton misses you, Telepathic Sookie. You are a beautiful and tenderhearted soul. You feel very much," Pooch says in a reassuring fashion. Which would be nicer if he hadn't just mentioned that bit about his mom exploding.

[sookiestckhouse.livejournal.com]

"Well, aren't you a sweet thing," she muses, a little taken back by the whole 'shower of intestine and blood' thing, 'cos, ew. Otherwise, the Pooch seems to be quite... sweet.

"And Eric is... quite somethin'. Don't let him hear you praise him too much, though. That head of his'll get even bigger." Sookie smiles wryly.

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Humble Pooch thanks the Telepathic Sookie for her sweet compliment," Pooch ducked his head, looking as bashful as a lowbeast could.

"The Statuesque Eric Northman is a great vampire. He is a good friend to loyal Pooch." Eric is going to end up paying Pooch in ice cream for all this Eric pimping that he's doing.

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[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

Eric grinned when he saw the hellbeast on his tablet. The creature was always amusing, so he didn't exactly mind making time for it. He nodded graciously at Pooch before speaking.

"Most Loyal Pooch. Good to see you're doing well."

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[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

"The Statuesque Eric Northman! Pooch is ever so pleased to see you! Did you enjoy the holiday festivities as much as the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack did?" Pooch said, looking over to see Cassie dozing peacefully.

It appears she's having one of her Eric dreams, even though Pooch doesn't know. When she gets into nightmare mode, she tenses up.

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[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

He arched an eyebrow, aimed at both the sleeping Cassie and Pooch's statement.

"What exactly did Cassie tell you of her enjoyment?" If Eric was going to compare, he had to know just what she'd shared with Pooch.

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[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

From the place that Pooch is sitting, all Eric can see of Cassie is her backside, covered in lacy boyshorts, the perfect amount of cheek hanging out the bottom.

"Humble Pooch did not speak with the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack. When Pooch arrived to check in on her, she was long asleep. Pooch does notice a few bruises on her arms and legs, though," Pooch said, looking at the sleeping Cassie once more.

[c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com]

Carlton had been sitting at his desk in the Santa Barbara Police Station for what felt like days. Alright, it might have been days. Ever since he'd found the building, it was hard to convince himself to leave. This place - Taxon, they called it - was strange. Carlton poured himself a cup of coffee while he ran through the 'facts' one more time. He couldn't actually prove anything, but he was fairly certain Spencer had something to do with this one.

He was mid-sip when the tablet flipped on. He didn't mind the machine. It had a fairly accurate map and told him more about the people in this place than he would have expected from something so compact. He stepped closer at the voice. Pooch? Who the hell was this clown?

Sitting at his desk and propping up the tablet, Carlton nearly dropped his mug in his lap. What was that thing? His expression clearly painted his disgust, and he made no attempt to hide it. The creature continued talking, but Carlton only really heard half of it. There was a pause on the other end of the machine from the beast. It looked at him, expectantly.

"What?" Carlton said, frustrated, "You want me, you want me to talk to you? What the hell is this?"

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Another reply! Oh, this was fun for humble Pooch. He will make many friends and he will not need to be around the often grumpy No Longer Hated Cassie Hack.

"Yes, please. Humble Pooch wishes to know about his friends in the City of Taxon. Any likes or dislikes. If you prefer boxers or briefs," Pooch wasn't 100% sure what that meant, but Master Chris had asked Mistress Lisa that before they'd headed out to go shopping.

"Loyal Pooch has no experience with either, but he believes that he would prefer briefs. The word has a certain shortness that Pooch likes."

[c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com]

"What?!"

Alright, take this place for what it was, but this. This thing was asking him about his preference of underwear. This was a new level of weird. Lassiter set his mug down on the desk and leaned his forearms onto the wood.

"Alright, look here, buddy. I don't have a story to tell. Not to you, not to anyone around here. Got it?" His voice raised more than he would have noticed on any other day, but with the police station empty, his voice carried and echoed off the walls. Carlton blinked and cleared his throat.

"What in the hell are you, anyway?" There was that disgust again, creeping into his voice. Oh, who are we kidding. It never left.

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Pooch's brow lifted at the man's anger in reaction to Pooch's simple questions. "Humble Pooch doesn't mean to anger you, sir. He just wishes to know more about the people he's with."

At Lassiter's question, Pooch straightens a little. "Pooch is a lowbeast from the Nefworld. His mother birthed him in a shower of blood and intestine when her frail form could not handling the birthing and exploded. Pooch did not have a name until the old Master came to Nefworld and took a liking to Pooch. He was a king in his world. He sang and many women fell at his feet. Until the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack came to Nef. Angered the Neflords, killed the master, hurt poor Pooch, and escaped. The Lords of Nef sent loyal Pooch on a mission to kill the once Hated Cassandra Hack. But he failed. Pooch lived with friends of the No Longer Hated Cassandra Hack. Master Chris and Mistress Lisa. They were good to Pooch and he saved their lives once."

Do you want him to keep going, Lassie? Because he will.

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

"Pooch. I am Uther, born in the city of High Cromlech, far past the Cold Claw Seas, third son to what was then a Livehouse but now is the Deadhouse of Doul." He's not usually quite so chatty, but Pooch looks and acts much like the creatures he knew on Bas-Lag and the familiarity is pleasing. "After I left my home to study abroad I was press-ganged into service aboard the pirate city of Armada and there I spent a decade as a mercenary."

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Humble Pooch is pleased to make your acquaintance, Regal Mercenary Uther," Pooch bows his head. Pooch doesn't know if Uther was royalty, but he certainly acts it. And that's good enough for Pooch.

"How long has the Regal Mercenary Uther been in the City of Taxon? Does he enjoy his surroundings?"

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

"Humble Pooch, I am not regal at all, I am as common-place as they come." While not entirely true, he certainly was on the lower end of the social scale; his family was still in trade before his mother was put down.

"I have been here for a handful of days. I'd tell you more, but I'm not sure how you reckon your weeks or months."

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Would you prefer Mercenary Uther, then? Pooch does not wish to insult," Pooch is willing to correct himself so his new friends are comfortable.

"Pooch follows the calendar on the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack's tablet when he can," Pooch says, glancing over to the sleeping form on the bed beside where he sat.

[c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com]

"Right." More and more he was regretting this conversation. Reaching out rarely worked out in his favor. "Take care, Pooch. You too, Cassie." He paused before reaching over to hit a button the tablet to switch it off.

Carlton leaned back in his chair and put both hands behind his head. He let out an exasperated sigh. That was interesting.