Tanuki Buffet Gala - RPLOG
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Date
11/1/2016
Log
The Casino is even gaudier and flashier than normal, with new lights and exotic decorations meant to give everything a sort of Asian feel. People of every size, shape and description have found their way here for this 'Gala Celebrations,' and tables are packed! Tanuki, mostly short, fat and very obviously male wander between the tables in little waiter uniforms, wearing shirts, vests and bow ties and nothing else. It is quite a sight to see all those tanuki danglers bouncing about, but it seems that as far as the waiters are concerned, there is absolutely nothing sexual about it. Delicious smells waft through the air, promising an amazing meal to come.
Bothering one of the tanuki waiters is a coyote, pestering him with questions, about food, guests, all sorts of things.
Meanwhile, two particularly pleased looking huskies linked arm in arm mill about the area, taking in the sights and spectacles of the especially gaudy celebration. Their tails wag with a certain pleased and pleasing symmetry, cool blue eyes gazing about with bemusement at the squat little raccoon-dogs and their ponderous assets. "I've got to give those little big guys credit, they've certainly dressed up the place all fancy-like. One could forget we were still in Fairhaven!" He chortles before squeezing his plus one's wrist affectionately. "Well what do you think Sansa? Where should we grab a seat? Someplace closer to the back? Or how about that table with those interesting looking types over there?" Rex says as he gestures towards a table with more than a a few empty seats, and a good view of the room.
Walking with Rex, Sansa takes the place in, leaning a bit of her weight against him. She was lucky to have someone to lean on for once in her life. All in all, it wasn't that bad, especially now that they were in the middle of a cleaned up picture of the old world, minus the mutants running about. "Where? Well, I think the table in the middle's fine. Why hide away when we could have the best seats in the house?" She asks, the preggo husky's eyes wandering about the room.
As yet another observer to this event, a cleanly dressed red panda rests back in one of the chairs towards the edge of the room, legs kicked up to rest her feet on a second chair, generally sitting in an almost casual way. Their arms are crossed loosely around their chest, whilst their gaze scans the room idly, moving in a slow, sweeping motion across the variety of beings shifting around in the busy gala, looking for anything that looks mildly interesting.
A ten foot one inch tall dranoic wolf herm walks into the room with hir wings fruled against hir back. Shi is covered in a thick coat of artic fur that is midnight black. The only piece of clothing that shi is wearing is a utility belt that is heavy with pouches and tools. The way that shi walks shows off hir nice ahourglass shape body and causes hir four large breasts to sway nicely side to side and even though the way shi walks puts hir assets on display it also shows a great effecency of movement, especialy with how hir many tails keep hir effortly balansend. Hir four breasts are capped with a midnight blue nipple that is leaking a stream of hir chocolate milk. Instead of normal hair hir head is topped with ass length tentacle hair that reaches down to hir ass which shi wears in a dreadlock like style. Shi smiles as shi looks around the room with hir striking gold eyes and takes a sniff taking in the scents of all present to get an idea of the mood of the room before shi heads over to the red panda at the edge of the room and settles down next to her as shi says "Hi there I'm Jill I don't think we have met before but it is nice to see someone else at the edge of this party as I am not the worlds hugest fan of big crowds myself."
Walking in with and very pregnant looking wolf on his shoulder, the ten foot Tyron looks around the the room in awe. "Damn, this place looks amazing and those waiters look so adorable with there uniforms." Shifting his head so he can look at Gil, he asks "Is there any place that stands out to you?"
Gil, looking predominantly human with the exception of a black wolf tail, black claws, and soft, velvety wolf ears on top of his raven hair looks around, leaning in close to the minotaur that carries him. He regards the little raccoon dogs with a mix of jealousy and pleased surprise. It's nice not to have to cook for the night, even if he does enjoy doing it. Though he may envy their endowment, he does compete with their bellies, being quite round there, so much so that his white button up shirt stops midway down his chest. His black skirt hangs down over the minotaur's shoulder and his tail wags back and forth. "I like that table with the huskies maybe."
