Demoting the Janitor

22 September 2018

10:40 Gyro Feather wakes up from where he passed out at the bar the night before. His feathers are sweet and sticky on his face from where he accidentally knocked the glass over when he slumped.

10:42 Jesse Freemartin glances at Gyro Feather as she takes the jug of orange juice from the refrigerator and starts to pour herself a glass.
"Hey, bird." Her deep tone is flat.

10:45 Gyro Feather groans and rubs his eyes, before giving Jesse a wave. "Morning Cow...I...guess I must have had a little too much to drink or something to have fallen asleep like that.

10:48 Oliver Roo tailwaggles, with a yawn.

10:49 Jesse Freemartin smiles brightly at Oliver Roo. "Hey olly."

10:52 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders. "I think I remember it being pretty slow...but you know how alcohol plays with one's memories."

10:54 Oliver Roo grins happily at Jesse, while waving back to Gyro as well. "Good morning, you two. Everything going well so far?"

10:55 Gyro Feather waves at the kangaroo and shrugs his shoulders. "Eh well enough...I guess I"m lucky to wake up here after falling asleep at the bar last night. That...can be hazardous for one so small."

10:59 Oliver Roo answers "No kidding." The kangaroo added, shuddering from past experiences.

11:04 Gyro Feather snorts at Oliver as he sees him shudder. "Ya...you probably know it more intimately than most. I dont know why you uhh...work back there."

11:06 Oliver Roo reclines where he sat, giving a small eyeroll from his first comment. "Well, the thing is that the job is so quiet most of the time, that it's rather easy. Beats cleaning up at an amusement park or somethin'."

11:23 Gyro Feather shakes his head, and frowns, looking like he just awoke from a doze. "Man...I better get an irish coffee or something to wake me up..." he mutters, before turning his attention back to Roo. "I suppose...though the nature of th emesses here is certainly more...disturbing isnt it?"

11:26 Oliver Roo shrugs, glancing over towards the bar table. "Yeah, I guess something like that could be good right about now." He states, crossing his legs. "And, I guess you just get used to it over time. Bones don't really scare me, it's more of just a gross obstacle at this point."

11:30 Gyro Feather orders one for himself and for Roo...and when they arive he sips on the dark bitter liquid. "I suppose...and such a job probably keeps you mostly untouched around here doesnt it?"The bird chuckles and shakes his head. "I at least toss my bones away for you."

11:32 Oliver Roo thanks the gryphon, as he picks up his own cup and gives a sip. "Yeah, pretty much. At least for some of them. Others still can't really help their own desires to swallow a kangaroo." He laughs, feeling a chill run down his spine. "The ones that are nice enough to make my job easier are always welcome, though."

11:43 Gyro Feather raises an eyebrow and slides a little closer to the janitor and raises an eyebrow at that last comment. "Oh? Are there some rumors about something special with kagaroos as opposed to any other sort of creature?" He wonders aloud, flicking his tail. His eyes wander over Roo for a moment. He had just arrived...which means he'd not been back there, right?

11:49 Oliver Roo had indeed only just shown up, not expecting there to be much work for him to do yet so early in the morning. He crosses his arms back behind his head and yawns. "Ahh... I mean, nothing in particular. I just know some people really like the taste of kangaroo, and how they feel going down. Same sorta thing with otters, I've noticed."

11:55 Gyro Feather looks far more interested all of a sudden, and then after a moment tries to hide that with a swig of his own drink. "Like otters huh? Those are certainly among my favorite things to gulp down. I suppose between me and the rest...there's a reason they never stick around." The bird, intrigued, leans a little closer to the roo and slurps his side, just to get a hint of the flavor. He's smaller than the roo though, so surely he's no threat.

11:57 Oliver Roo feels his tail begin to swish around the slightest bit quicker after the conversation about otters. "Well... I sure hope you're not the sole reason I never see any other otters around here. Or kangaroos, for that matter..." He quivers, blinking for a moment as that gryphon tongue drags across the side of his body.

12:07 Gyro Feather snorts at that and shakes his head in amusement. "Nah...nah, I just meant the tastyness of otters in particular means that they go quikc around here....and I've never had a kangaroo ever. " THe gyrphon pulls back and admires the flavor that lingers on his tongue. Hmmm he was right something quite right about him. "Besides...you think a little bird like me is any threat to you?"

12:13 Oliver Roo shrugged, looking the gryphon up and down. "I mean... Yeah, you're hardly a threat to me. As long as you keep my job from being too difficult, I have no reason to worry about you." He smiled slightly, glancing around to see if anyone else was around. He still wouldn't want this to go too sour, in case Gyro was lying to him about his capabilities.

12:19 Gyro Feather nods his head in agreement, trying to look as innocent as possible at the roo. "Indeed...and...since this is the case...you wouldnt mind if I take another taste right? Just so I can imagine how it might be~ I did buy your drink afterall." As he waits for the response tbe bird turns and downs the rest of his coffee which had cooled to a more tolerable temperature.

12:21 Oliver Roo couldn't shake that something was staring to seem a little bit off about the way Gyro was acting, but still decided that he might as well. It's not like a gryphon of his stature could really harm a kangaroo like him, even if he's a little bit weak. "I mean... Sure, go ahead." The kangaroo nods, taking another sip of his own coffee. It was pretty good stuff.

12:30 Gyro Feather is up off of his feet in a flash as he gets permission, and then grasps upon Oliver's tail. Here, the bird guides the fluffy muscular length between his beak where he sucks gently upon it, lolling the tongue across his tasty fur and leaving it dripping with drool. Then, not satisfied, he darts his jaws forward and takes the first gulp, just so that he can feel it stetch his beak open wide. Meanwhile his talon sstroke reassuringly over the fuzzy flesh.

12:33 Oliver Roo yelps, feeling a sudden bit of surprise from the beak that had latched itself onto his tail. The kangaroo shudders and glances back to feel the tip of his tail slide deeper and deeper into that gryphon's gullet. It felt rather shocking and uncomfortable, to feel more and more of his wriggling tail get enveloped with the dripping warmth deep inside Gryo's maw. "Uhhhh... Are you enjoying yourself back there?"

12:44 < Gyro Feather> (Sorry was grabbing breakfast

12:46 Gyro Feather nods his head rapidly at the creature, and, while he's looking at him, takes another swallow, creeping up another six inches along the tail. His neck was thickening out beneath his feathers now as the round tail was pushed down, and ina nothe rswallow the tip even starts to curl up in the slimy sack at teh start of his chest. A soft rumbling purr vibrates his body and the tail, expressing his enjoyment, as the claws gently massage across the flesh. Hmmm this long wormy thing was almost like an otter.

12:54 Oliver Roo couldn't believe how quickly the gryphon seemed to be making his way up his tail, slurping up against every last fuzzy inch of the muscular tube. The kangaroo couldn't help but feel rather disgusted from it all, especially with how he was already getting close to the base of his tail. "Heh.. Erm... Do you think you're done with my tail, now?

13:05 Gyro Feather gives a shake of his head at the question, and continues to latch onto the creature. The bird works his way up, instead till he's standing half on his hinds, with his forelegs resting on the bares of the stool the creature sat in. The sharp tip of his beak broaches squarely on treat's spine, while hisn tongue happens to seek against his tailhole. The musky flavor is not quite as desirable as the tail had been, but he lingers for a bit. The rest of the length is situated inside his crop, curled up against each other and sliding on the drooly walls with each contraction that runs through his body.

13:11 Oliver Roo could tell that the gryphon was getting rather into it, rather far more into it than the kangaroo was truly comfortable with. Especially as his tongue was plunging into his ass, causing the kangaroo to shudder. "Eeeep...! O-okay, I think I've had enough now, I think you might be going a little bit too deep..." The kangaroo begs, his tail squiggling about in his crop as he tries to get that beak off of his body.

13:22 Gyro Feather frowns around the tail and thinks hat he wants more of it even as Roo begins to protest. He's not sure that he can, however, at this angle and chews thoughtfully on the tail. The gryphon shifts backwards, pulling Oliver such that he teetered right on the edge of the stool, threatening to fall back onto the gryphon with his wide open beak. The bird's tail lashed as he makes happy noises. Course if Roo does fall, its anyone's guess as to wether that beak will strech wide enough to accomidate butt and back at the same time.

13:27 Oliver Roo gulps and grumbles, his ears twitching as he feels the gryphon trying to pull him further and further back. Despite how small and helpless he would've seen from the start, he seemed to be doing a pretty good job at trying to yank him further and further off of the stool he was seated on. It took the janitor until he was nearing the edge to even notice, trying to grasp the table in vain before finally falling backwards. "Wha...!?" Gyro would suddenly feel the crushing weight of his ass against his beak.

13:35 < Gyro Feather rolls d> 1

13:39 Gyro Feather yawns his beak wider as he feels the kangaroo coming off balance and braces himself. The weight hits his body hard, forcing his knees to flex as his jaws take the weight, but, it seems like he's got it angled just right. The butt and its scratchy blue uniform force their way between his beak, causing the Roo's knees to bend up towards his chest. The bird's jaws strain with pain, but he takes a heavy gulp and pushes Oliver against the stool at the same time, inching little bits of him between that gullet at an agonizingly slow rate. His tail starts to, underneath the pressure, make its way out of his crop towards the chamber beyond.

13:42 Oliver Roo squeaked in shock, finally falling out of his chair only to have his fall broken by the open maw of the gryphon beneath him. He could feel the agonizing crunch of his legs being squished up so tightly against his chest, slipping into the pained predator ass-first. His tail was starting to heat up a bit, judging from where it was going this entire time. Oliver still tried to fight back with his hands, even though there was really nothing he could grip onto to pull himself out. "H-hey! I thought you said you couldn't... L-let me out of here, right now!"

13:51 Gyro Feather 's warm drool soaks up into the blue fabric, forming dark patches aong the edge of his beak and traveling upwards at a faster rate than the gryphon could manage to swallow him down. The warmth of his gullet steadily creeps up around that of the kangaroo, replacing the cool air of the bar. To the gryphon, the fabric itself scraped and irritated his mucous membranes, and the size of his meal was painful to get down, to say the least...but something about him seemed worth testing his limits over. Gyro Continues to press Oliver's hind paws against the underedge of the barstool, steadily creeping him through that gullet. The bird takes nearly half an hour of struggle for his beak to reach up to Oliver's knees...and by that time his tail had had a while to dip into the caustic pool that was his belly.

13:57 Oliver Roo gasps and groans, finding a great deal of pain from trying to get stuffed down such a tight gullet. He could wriggle and squirm until he passed out, but Gyro seemed to be quite determined to swallow that kangaroo down, no matter the cost. And it was definitely not easy, if the denim of his work uniform was any way to show it. His fur, though, seemed to make the entire thing worthwhile. "S-spit me out, right now! ...Please?" He begs, questioning how all of this was even possible as the fur of his tail begins to melt off the slightest bit.

14:06 Gyro Feather was past the hardest part at least as large butt and back had been pushed through that gullet and was starting to join his tail in the greedy stomach beyond. Unfortunately for his meal, the gryphon couldnt spit him out at this point, even if he wanted to as the inverse wedge shape of his body made things more difficult to bring back up. The bird's tongue searches between gaps in the clothes to get a taste of the luxurious fur contained within that made this entire ordeal worth it. His beak caught the uniform and tore it on the way down, exposing more of the flesh ot the gryphon's eager maw. Acids lapped at Roo's butt, but the heavy denim was enough to protect him from the worst of it...for now.

14:15 Oliver Roo couldn't stop himself from trying to squeeze back out of there, even if there was no real physical way he could that didn't involve a trip to the hospital. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he felt the beak slash against his work clothing and leaving him somewhat nude near his upper half, finally giving the predator the gratification of eating more delicious kangaroo. If Oli had a choice in the matter, he probably wouldn't want to be delicious. After all, the acids sizzling at his butt didn't exactly feel comforting. It would be only a matter of time until they manage to melt that denim off...

14:21 Gyro Feather rumbles in enjoyment once again as his tongue alights upon the supple tasty fur of the creature, reminding him exactly why' he'd gone after him in the first place. Drool dampens the fur while hot breath blasts up across Oliver's chest to his neck, carrying with it the faint scent of old meat and the recent coffe he'd guzzled up. THe hard beak creeps along towards Oliver's neck now, growing increasingly easier as the hind legs are no longer part of the issue. The bird is practically resting on hi sbelly now, as his hind legs come up off of the ground with Oliver's size, putting an increased pressure on his meal as the walls of the belly squeeze and roll across hsi form.

14:23 Oliver Roo was a very delicious snack, no matter how much he would protest against the truth. He'd be squished down and swallowed further and further, surrounding the kangaroo with all sorts of feeling of warmth, dampness, and general disgust. It was bad enough that he had to go down at such a painful angle. Inch by inch, the kangaroo was now rendered in a position where he couldn't do anything but complain about the situation he was in, doomed to be dragged down into that waiting stomach eventually...

14:39 Gyro Feather creeps along his morning breakfast at a faster rate, , getting up past the shoulders and neck where his head is drawn into the beak. THe bird's breath is all the more evident now, as that's all he can manage to breath. His vision of the bar is framed by the hard yellow keritain of the bird's open maw, allowing him one last glance at the world. Then, grabbing Roo's drink, he finishes off his meal by gulping down the last of hte contents, splashing the warm alcohol into his food's face. Closing his eyes, the bird gulps and lets out a sigh, tracing the form of his squirming meal down towards his belly, finally finished after near an hours worth of work.

14:47 Oliver Roo yelps, feeling a deep sense of despair as the beak closes down around him. It took him quite a while to be properly swallowed, but it would appear that things were finally coming to a close, for better or worse. To add insult to injury, the kangaroo's drink was the last to go, splashed all over his face and body to coat his fur with the stuff, making him taste all the more delicious. The yelping of the kangaroo would soon be shut off by the closing of his beak, along with the slow but sure slinking of the bulge disappearing into the bird's stomach. Oliver was demoted from janitor to gryphon breakfast.

14:47 < Shows-His-Scales> [sub]Sounds more like a promotion to me :p[/sub]

14:48 < Gyro Feather> [sub]and to be further demoted into something needing tending to by a janitor[/sub]

14:53 Gyro Feather groans as he feels his overstuffed belly resting on the tile of the bar and glances around to look towards the couch. Rocking backwards onto his hind legs, he shoves his belly forwards, flapping his wings to maintain his position, as he pushes himself over to one of the many couches set up for exactly this purpose. Though...even as he arrives at it he realizes he's got a problem. The gryphon flaps his wings and claws on the couch but cant manage to get himself up onto it. "Why dont they make these blasted things handicap accessible?" He calls out in frustration, clawing at the cushions.

Inside his gut, roo could feel the steady pressure of the walls closing in around him in rolling motions, forcing the acids across his body and working it over every inch. The spots that had been in there for the longest were already starting to burn and lose their fur, and, with his head now inside, he could smell the acidic bite of meat digesting in the gunk

14:57 Oliver Roo was coughing and gagging from the thick scent and heat in the air, once he was crammed into that gut. He was still much larger than the gryphon, which made resting inside of his stomach a tighter fit than ever before. The kangaroo questioned how he was even able to fit inside, but none of that would matter due to the crushing pain against his squirming body combined with the splashing, oozing acids pooling up all around him. They were already tearing through his suit a little bit, making the kangaroo feel that this was an even more time sensitive situation than it was before. "C-can I get out now? Please? I have work to do." He huffs, trying to kick one of the walls.

15:00 Shows-His-Scales rolls his eyes, then steps up behind the gryphon and grabs his haunches in both hands. "Don't mind me, just doing my public duty for the club," he says, as he heaves Gyro up onto the couch.

15:05 Gyro Feather with the argonian's help, manages to claw himself up onto the couch, and then smiles at his helper. "Ahh thank you, you're too kind! I promise not to attempt to eat you for a couple days yet," he says with a snicker.

Turning his attention back at the belly, he draws a claw over the strange series of lumps within it and gently pushes on Oliver's form. While the fibers in Oliver's denim would swell and after some time tear away, the birds stomach wasnt likely to truly eat through the fabric, though the juices certainly work their way through to the skin beyond. His poor tail, for example, was already free of its skin, and, at the very tip, even some of the bone is already staring to become expoed to the caustic liquid. Gyro hears his cries from within, abut merely shakes his head, patting at him. "I cant yet. Once its in my belly, the only way anything comes out is once its done with it~"

15:06 Shows-His-Scales tilts his head. "How wonderfully generous of you," he says, deadpan.

15:09 Oliver Roo began to fight harder from his statement, despite the constant pain surrounding him. He was getting so worked up over it all, that he might just pass out cold soon. "Ugh, that's disgusting! I can't believe you would do this to me, especially after you said you weren't going to..." Oliver was cut off by a bit more gurgling and churning, followed by some muffled yells due to the pain from his tail. Chances were, the kangaroo wouldn't exactly last much longer in such a tight space.

15:14 Gyro Feather smirks at the creature within his belly and kneads his claws down into his form, wondering just how long his meal would last. "Technically...I only asked if you though I was much of a threat. I never said anything, one way or another," he observes, giving him a poke. "And...to be fair...I wasnt actually sure that I was much of a threat either. But it seems like you have helped me test these limits." The bird feels a belch escape his beak, causing hte belly to crush down on Oliver, followed by the sound of a couple cracks and snaps. Then...hastily, he draws in a little more air to keep his moresl going, especially now that he was a little more compacted. The juices are slowly causing more damage along his body, eating away at fur and flesh to get to the much more nutritious muscle contained within.

15:19 Oliver Roo could feel his very being melting around him, the crackling and popping of his bones becoming quite the more apparent as he yells out in agony, trying in vain to find some sort of exit from such an attrocious stomach. He'd never find the real way out of there until after he was digested, clinging onto the small amount of air he had left. "Once I get out of here, I swear I'll... I'll..." He coughs and sputters, feeling more of his body digesting, getting quite a bit light-headed.

15:26 Gyro Feather chuckles at his comments and says, "You'll...you'll what? Give me the runs? Or maybe bad constipation? I think that's about as good as you can do to me in the state you'll be getting out in." The bird breaks out into a loud laughter, feeling the disintegrating form down within him. "Oh...or I suppose I could choke on your pellet...but probably not. I think I'll leave you on the bar...with that nametag of yours just so that everyone will know that we need a new janitor." Inside his gut, the powerful acids roll through his form, and work their way down his gullet, filling his mouth with the sour bitter gunk.

15:30 Oliver Roo "What the hell do you- GLRRRK!!" Suddenly, the kangaroo found himself being completely drowned out by the digestive acids that surrounded the gryphon's stomach, submerging him underneath it all. Every last inch of the janitor was coated with the sticky, hot gunk, leaving him thrashing for just a while longer before he would finally wear himself down and pass out. From that point onwards, it would appear that the roo was at the mercy of Gryo's stomach. A deep groan coming from his belly would be sure to signify this.

15:34 Gyro Feather frowns as his little toy passes fromt eh world of the living to the world of being food for the bird's belly. With that, the gryphon finally passes out as well, lolling back in the chair and falling into a deep sleep, with his beak open and snoring loudly. Its a good thing no one else really is here to be distirbed by the high piched calls.

17:21 Chip Stilton makes his way into the club, the rodent rotating his arm in the socket, carrying his trademark grin as he rocks up in a black tank top and black cargo pants and a pair of thick ol' boots! "Evenin' peeps."

17:30 Chip Stilton walks in a little further, surprised by the silence. "Shit... everyone's been eaten already. Huh... I suppose that makes me the most dominant predator in the pad." He grins away to himself, leaping up towards the bar, bounding and bouncing from stool to stool until he reaches the very top. "It's good to be king~"

17:34 Robert Clyesdale wanders in to the rather odd sight of a mouse bouncing around the bar, prompting a chuckle from the stallion. "King aye?" Robert grins as he pours himself a pint before dumping his tartan clad rump on a stool.

17:38 Gyro Feather snores soudnly from his spot on the couch, belly still full of pfocessing Roo

17:39 Chip Stilton raises a hand to reply to the stallion, before his tail and hand both drop, clearly disappointed. "... I suppose I can settle for being the jester..." He shakes his head and glances around the place. "Any idea where everyone is at?" The snoring causes the rodent to spot a round stomached Gyro, causing a chuckle from Chip now. "Apparently one of them is stewing in the Catbird."

17:46 Robert Clyesdale takes a long gulp of beer, wiping the excess from his lips with the back of his hand. "No clue... Hiding from the belly over there would be my guess." the stallion shrugged as he glanced over at the source of the snoring. "A jester does seem more fitting for a wee mouse I suppose."
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08:47 Tigerlover licks lips at Luvian. "Hello food."

08:47 < Ramses Uaithne> Not really, I just gurgle them into pudge.

08:47 Luvian nopes and climbs up into the rafters. Bad tiger.

08:48 < Mark Avery> More like bedtiger most of the time, really. :)

08:49 < Ramses Uaithne> Is this another splat cat?

08:52 Tigerlover laugh, when he sees Luvian escaping out of reach and grins at these statements. Tiger disagree with Luvian's statement, that he is not food. Everyone, what get caught by a tiger is food for him, toy, or both.

08:52 Luvian is a fluffy wolfbird that should only be used for cuddling. Anything else is possible wolfbird abuse.

08:54 < Ghini> Awww, poor Luvian

08:55 < Ramses Uaithne> The life of a noms

08:56 Tigerlover wonders, who even thinking about abuse over here. Prey certainly have rights. They are easy. To be used as toy, entertainment and at the end to be eaten by mighty predator. This is all rights, which prey have over here.

08:56 < Ramses Uaithne> Doesn't even have to be a 'mighty' predator, really

08:56 < Tigerlover> This is true.

08:56 < Ramses Uaithne> It can be humiliating to be eaten by, say, gyro

08:58 Luvian is not prey, so has more rights than everyone thinks he does.

08:58 < Luvian> It was the one who is the janitor here.

09:00 Luvian has the right not to be eaten.

09:01 < Ramses Uaithne> Seems far fetched to me

09:03 Tigerlover come under Luvian and open mouth wide.

09:03 < Ramses Uaithne> Besides, goias have a right to eat wolfbirds, as do most other types of critters do I'm sure.

09:04 Luvian drops an apple on the Tiger. There, he got food. Now leave wolfbird alone unless cuddles are involved, and no devouring.

09:08 Tigerlover catch a apple in his mouth and swallow it in one gulp.

09:10 Tigerlover open mouth wide under Luvian and contentedly waiting.

09:11 Luvian can wait here aaaaaall day. Also has wings, being a wolfbird. Tiger is mean, and gets no more apples.

09:12 Tigerlover have too all day and for tiger content is enough, that everytime Luvian look down will see, what one day awaiting him. Tiger decides, that this wolfbird will have excursion through his digestive tract and he is very determined to fullfill this goal! Tiger even considering to put him into his smelly ass.

09:13 Gyro Feather yawns and stretches his legs out on the couch that he's remained sprawled on for the good portion of a full day, and slowly opens his eyes. The bird smacks his beak a couple times as he glances at the rest of the patrons in the club, glad to see that he wasnt disturbed over his course of dealing with his meal. He runs his talons over his belly to discover that except for the lump in his crop, all the remnets of the kangaroo there seem to have gone away, replaced instead by new layer of padding across his body. The bird gives another stretch, and at that point feels a rumbling in his abdomin and a sudden spike in pressre beneath his tail. With a squawk, he darts off towards the rest rooms, squeezing his butt tight and holding his tail down to keep everything in.

09:15 Gyro Feather pushes through the door in rush, leaving it to clatter as it swings backwards to once again remain flush with the wall and then, after a moment of hesitation, spots exactly the stall he's looking for. This one's made for creatures smaller than him, and so he's sure the former janitor, Oliver Roo, will be quite happy with the display he'll make for the next janitor to come along. The porcaline throne came up to the midway point on his ankles, with a comparatively wide bowl, but certainly not one big enough for the bomb the gryphon was about to drop, given the mass that hung off his abdomen.

A blast of hot sulfur filled air rips out of the gryphon's bum like a scream as he starts to relax his grip on his load, giving the air a taste of what was to come. Immidiately following that a mass of of cracked dark brown lowers itself towards the stall, breaking somewhere aroudn the midpoint and letting gravity do the rest of the work. It hits the toilet with both a splash and a splat as some of the log is left overhanging off of the side. As the next one comes, he feels it stretching out his anal ring even further, drawing squishy lumps across the sensitive muscles that line it and bringing a shudder through his body. As he strains around the next log, the mass of slduge in his intestines starts to pick up in speed, flowing out like water from a hose. The smaller toilet he picked is entirely covered in excrement by the time the gryphon is done, and smelling absolutely rank. Not a sign of what had gone trhough him to be seen, however, as all those bits were stuck presently in his bulging crop. He grabs the entire roll of toilet paper, gives a cursory wipe, and tosses it onto the pile to crown it.

Turning to the massive pile, he lifts a leg and unloads a jet of pungent yellow piss which hits the mess and forms a canyon underneath the impact sites. That liquid runs down in streams of piss, mosto fit making it off of the pile of roo and onto the floor, carrying with it dissolved brown muck. The bird, sighs, feeling the pleasure of emtying himself and feeling so very many pounds lighter. Finally his bladder has run its course, and he hives the handle a cursory flush, only to hear the tell tail sings of a clogged toilet overflowing. With that done, the bird steps out of the stall, smirking. "Ahh yes Roo, I think that's a display you'd be proud to be apart of. Sucks for the next janitor though~"

One last thing to do of course. He reaches one of the sinks, and, after a cursory washing of his hands, brings his talons up to the base of his throat to push on the lump there. CLosing his eyes at the same time, he forces himself to cough. With great effort, that bulge slowly makes its way up his gullet, scratching against the flesh with its ruough edges. It crowns at the back of his beak, showing blue and brown hues, and, as more of it comes into sight, little bits of white bone show along the oblong object. It falls to the sink with a clatter, trailing drool from his beak, and adding the scent of his bile to the already toxic air in the bathroom. The bird bats away the drool and makes a face, always disliking the flavor that comes with it.

Picking up the pellet, he examines it, while at the same time using paper towels to pat it dry. Some of the fur sticks to the paper, but most of it stay sin the lump, compacted around crushed bone and pressed into the eyesockets of his meal. His torn denim clothes are woven in between the pellet, wrapping around several of the bright bones. Little pits adorn some of them where his stomach acid managed to get in and make a dent. As he fishes through the slippery mass, he finds the kangaroos name badge, slightly worn and damaged from its long acid bath, but certainly in a much better shape than its former wearer happens to be in. Gyro clips this to the roo's jacket, just below the protruding snout of the skull, and grins down at him. "Well...I think we will need a new janitor now!

With that, the gryphon makes his way on out of the bathroom, to rejoin the crowd, carrying with him Oliver's pellet.

09:15 < Gyro Feather> (Woo...actually hit the post limit for once.)

09:19 Gyro Feather walks back in from teh bathrooms, with a sigh on his face and looking slightly exhausted from his time in there. His newly fattened body jiggles some as it moves with its new layers of pudge as he makes his way over to the bar. At the front of it, he removes the tangle of outfit, fur and bone from beneath his wing and sets it right on the edge of the bar, with the plastic name badge clipped to it and hanging beneath the skull's snout, which reads, '[icon]Oliver Roo[/icon] Oliver Roo, Janitor' The gryphon looks around at the rest of the patrons with a smirk and says, "I think the gullet might be looking to hire new staff now."

09:22 Heremes pads in again and slinks over to one of the booths to settle in it like before.

09:24 Gyro Feather waves a Talon at Hermes and grins.

09:25 Heremes grins and waves to Gyro "Hey, fantail."

09:25 Luvian waves as well to Heremes, still remaining in the rafters. The rather rude tiger waiting beneath him the obvious reason for his current position.

09:26 Gyro Feather fans his tail out and holds it high as he makes his way towards the bird.

09:27 Ghini flaps up and silently joins Luvian up in the rafters

09:30 Heremes snickers, although looks round as well from his spot in the booth. "Hrrm. Lots of us winged ones today?"

09:31 < Ghini> Wings are best feature~

09:31 < Ghini> Make us look majestic ^-^

09:33 Tigerlover notices, that another two creatures come to his prey and licks lips. Well, maybe they fall down and he will be well fed.

09:34 < Ghini> *no falling and becoming prey to tiger!*

09:35 Gyro Feather nods his head as he glances around the bar. "Ya...seems like it. Good thing too, feathers tickle on the way down," he teases, flicking his tail.

09:36 Heremes spreads out one of his majestic white swan wings, the one that wouldn't hit the opposite wall from his position in a booth. A good 12 foot in length too. "Indeed. Cumbersome if you're trying to pass as a human though and some curse makes them impossible to be eliminated entirely."

09:38 Heremes also hehs at Gyro, folding his wing back and getting comfortable. "Perhaps so, although not really chased pigeons in a long time."

09:39 Tigerlover looking, how much away they are and if he can jump and knock down at least one of them down.

09:41 Gyro Feather chuckles at hermes and orders a mimosa to sip. "Wel...I think we might get a first hand demonstartion." Then...calling over to Tigerlover, "Throw a glass at them! Or maybe a bottle of cheap whiskey, knock em down."

09:42 Luvian follows Ghini's example and ties a short rope to the rafters, connecting himself to it. Now he can't fall to the ground.

09:45 Tigerlover will certainly make this. But here is only one problem. He is feral, then no hands and no throwing objects. Tiger suddenly jump and trying knock down someone from there.

09:53 Heremes grins. "Demonstration or not, things usually are lively around here."

09:54 Gyro Feather nods his head and grins. "THey can be, ya." The bird points a talon over to the pellet of the kangaroo he left on the bar. "THat one there and I made quite a show yesterday."

10:04 Gyro Feather taps his claws rhythmically on the table as he sips his drink.

10:08 Heremes perks a feathered ear and glances over the the pellet. Stares, then snickers. "That's kind of disturbing you know, leaving that sort of thing where others get to see it."

10:09 Gyro Feather chuckles Hermes and shrugs his shoulders. "I dont usually...but I figured the manager needed to learn that they need a new Janitor...the name tag is still attached."

10:11 Heremes hrrrms, "Ouch. Can't say that it'd be a job many would want to take on even with decent wages." He grins, then shrugs. "You eat all the hired help here, huh? You look so innocent, too."

10:13 Gyro Feather smirks back at the other gryphon, and gives a slow shake of his head. "Nah...first time doing it myself...but they do seem to last a surprisingly long time given the occupational hazards here. He just...was talking about how people are always after roos, and well...I couldnt help myself."

10:13 < Gyro Feather> "I just had to give it a try."

10:16 Heremes clucks his tongue then hehs. "That was a roo? Not easy to tell from a glance. Would have thought it was a mouse or something like that. Personally I didn't think people were always after roos, but with evidence like that, hard to argue the point." He ends with a grin.

10:21 Gyro Feather takes another deep sip of his mimosa, and sets the glass down with a clink. "Ya...I havnt seen it much either, though he compared roos to otters...and I love otters. Nearly as good I admit. The bird flashes Hermes and open mouthed grin, before relaxing back into his seat.

10:33 < Gyro Feather> (Go get him!

10:33 Luvian noted that Tiger is mean. But no worries. Is now riding the Tiger because he is sitting on his back.

10:33 Gyro Feather elbows Hermes gently in the side and grins. "I think we might be about to get a show."

10:34 Heremes hrrrms and snickers, nodding. "I'll have to bear that in mind about otters and roos both. I heard roos described as giant mice before I met one myself." Grins, then leans back on his seat to watch.

10:39 Gyro Feather licks his beak, thinking about otters. "And otters are like...little wriggly pre lubricated meals with all their oil. And...with as long as they hold their breath...they're able to fight and squirm for an hour. Its sooo wonderful~"

10:41 Tigerlover forgot to mention, that he was sitting, because this was more comfortable, that staying and looking up with open mouth. However tiger will not tolerate wolfbird on his back and quickly topples sideways and trying to roll on this rude hybrid and crush him under his 661lbs and preparing him for more easy consumption. If he trying to escape, then he will quickly trying to grab him by various body parts into his jaws.

10:42 < Tigerlover> *-or claws.*

10:47 Luvian has vanished. Lack of inspiration, and college work, has prevented RP.

10:49 Tigerlover lost his prey and frowns. "Damn it!" Tiger after this come to nearest sofa, where he lay and resting.

10:51 Gyro Feather frowns as the prey manages to escape from the tiger's clutches, and tries to shift such that he's behind Hermes, lest he get any ideas. "Darn...seems the tiger has lost his catch."

10:55 Heremes leans back against Gyro. Might as well since he was wedged there. Not quite as comfortable as a yielding cushion but the circumstances made it worthwhile to do. "Not every predator is successful in the hunt every time."