TBAY: The never ending TAGWATCH

[Grey Wolf]

No: HPFGUIDX 45604

Far, many, many miles to the North of the paradisaic beaches and warm 
tropical waters of the Theory Bay lies a desert of snow and ice. The 
Northen reaches, were permanent ice rules the year, home to some of the 
most dangerous animals of BayWorld. Lately, a storm is coming to the 
Bay, and all over the BayWorld, its effects have been patent, but in 
these frozen lands, it is barely distinguisable from the cold wind that 
reigns supreme, day after day.

It is in these dangerous lands that the Grey Wolf grew and developed. 
It is here that he learnt of his curse, and here that he first heard 
the call of the wind. For this is his hunting ground, his real home. 
Whenever he grows tired of the constant fighting and wars of Theory 
Bay, it is here that he comes to rest and regenerate his strength, so 
he can come back into the fighting once again. For he knows that, in a 
war, your own weariness can loose more battles than the best prepared 
enemy. In these lands -so far, unscathed by human hands- Grey Wolf 
relaxes and meets himself, adquiring the focus that allows him to fight 
in a world that is not his own, in words that his mouth was not 
designed to pronounce.

The grey shadow has been gone for a few days, basking in the pleasure 
of cold winds and frozen lakes, hunting and re-stablishing the 
dominance over his range, but a change in the winds seems to baffle 
him. He hasn't heard such calling in a long while, but he knows very 
well what it means. The voyage is long, but there is a destination in 
mind. And, after all, it is not the first time. The deer he had been 
after is long gone and, besides, there is little time for diversions 
right now. Raising his muzzle to the skies, the snowed plain's silence 
is shatered by the howl of the Wolf. After smelling the wind, the Grey 
Wolf turns south and starts running the first steps of his long voyage 
South.

A long way to the South, Melody is examining the safe house, looking 
around in bewilderment at all the microphones, cameras, and recording 
devices that can be found. And at the computers, rigged to store 
everything that goes on in almost every part of the Bay, just in case 
someone needs it sometime. While looking out a window, Melody notices a 
wolf form speeding towards the house. Alarmed at first, she quickly 
realizes who the form is.

"Aiming for the north door, I see. Now I understand why that door is 
operable by paws", she muses. A few seconds later, a door is opened, 
followed almost immediately by another one. A few minutes pass, with 
strange sounds coming from behind the door. Then, a low-pitched voice 
calls Sneaky into the room.

Melody decides to sit down, giving Grey Wolf time to change... in more 
than one sense. After a while, the hairy, clawed and fanged form of the 
werewolf state of Grey Wolf appears in the door to one of the multiple 
common rooms. This one offers an excelent view of the Bay. Stooping a 
bit, he enters the room.

"Hi, Melody", says the Grey Wolf in what would be a cheery manner if it 
wasn't being said by a 6' 6" werewolf weighting over 200 pounds, "Have 
you moved in definetely? Do you like your logins?"

"Hi, Grey Wolf", answers Melody, "yes, I have moved in and I love my 
room. It is so big! What brings you here? I thought you were off 
someplace to hunt rabbits"

"I was, indeed, but there are responsabilities. Before becoming a 
member of the Safe House, and a MAGIC DISHWASHER defender I was part of 
a very select company. It was previous to your time, though, so you 
might not have heard of it. We were called TAGWATCH"

"Oh, I have heard of them: they were in charge of making acronyms for 
the Bay and its ships" answers Melody excitedly "I thought it had 
disapeared though. You mean you are part of it?"

"Yes, indeed I am: Tabouli's And Grey Wolf's Acronym Tempering Company 
Headquarters. However, after Tabouli's extended leave of abscence from 
Theory Bay (although unconfirmed rumours say she's floating someplace 
just beyond the horizon), our service has been forgotten, just to be 
substituted by DIY tools. Still, TAGWATCH will always be there for 
anyone that needs an acronym. Which brings me to bussiness. While I was 
hunting in the North, I heard a call in the wind. Now, I've been out of 
touch, but I understand that a few theories have been floating around, 
and I have received two acronym petitions."

"Why did you come here, then? Are they in some way related to the safe 
house?"

"One of them might, yes, be housed here, although that is for its owner 
to decide. No, I came here because here is were I've been keeping my 
clothes" explained Grey Wolf. He was, in fact, wearing a very elegant 
dark suit and shirt with a matching tie. "I need help to put it on (I 
tend to rip clothes), but I find it quite nice. I did it myself, you 
know?"

"Yes, Pip told me that you had skills in that direction"

"Anyway, to the business at hand", said Grey Wolf, suddenly looking 
business-like, "All of the acronym petitions come from a new ship, a 
speeding boat, -a Cal, I think (although I admit a poor knowledge of 
ships in general)- by the name of THE FIRST MEMORY FRIEND. It seems 
that the crew is branching out. It seems that they look for interesting 
canons in the waters of the bay, rescue them, restore them and build a 
theory around them. For example, look at this first case. Sneaky, the 
controler!"

Within a moment the efficient elf had deposited an oversized controler 
in the Grey Wolf's hand, were it rested confortably. He carefully 
pressed a few buttons, and a tape started to reproduce:

> Dudley is still technically half transfigured. He has spent four of
> his formative years as a half-human and half-porcine being.
> Surgically removing his tail could not possibly have reversed
> Hagrid's failed transfiguration spell. I'm currently researching the
> growth rate and life span of hogs, and wonder if perhaps growing up
> in a magical state is affecting his "muggle" status. Could he 
> possibly absorb magic and someday learn some of his own?

"Where did you get *that* from? I haven't heard about it in the Bay" 
says Melody, amazed.

"Never restrict yourself to only what *seems* to be going on, Mel. A 
spy theoric must always be prepared to see what is under the surface. 
Where I got it is irrelevant. The important thing is that someone - 
maybe Meg, possibly Frankie - will come by to pick the fruits of my 
labour, and you have to know what's going on. I'm afraid that I'll 
probably not be able to stick around to give them directly. Anyway, 
according to TBAY law, every theory is entitled an acronym, even if it 
has no followers, so even if no-one wants it, I've created this". Grey 
wolf pulls out a piece of paper seemingly out of nothing and passes it 
to Melody. She immediately notices that it has been signed by a wolf's 
paw.

"RATS BE DISEASES? (Removing A Tail Shouldn't Be Enough: Dudley Is 
Still Enpigged After Spell-Enduced Shapeshift). That doesn't make much 
sense, Grey"

"I know. But they are: Rats are known for transmiting loads of diseases 
(most of them, really, are transmitted by the rats' fleas, but 
nevermind picky details). I thought, however, that Captain Meg would 
enjoy that not-so-subtle reference to her main ocupation outside the 
Bay.

Anyway, pressing on, I have also examined this other tidbit:" continues 
Grey Wolf while turning a wheel and throwing a switch.

> Lucius is making great strides through the WW as seen in CoS, PoA and
> the beginning of GoF. I maintain that he's not in the least bit
> interested in having Lord Voldemort back in the picture and will
> undermine him now that he is.

"This was actually explained in detail in post #45245, the Lucius 
Factor. I expect that Frankie will want to pick this up personally, so  
she might just come around to pick both of the acronyms, or maybe the 
Captain will feel it's her duty. Anyway, before I ramble off, here you 
go"

This time, Melody is almost sure that Grey Wolf has produced the paper 
out of thin air. At any rate, she accepts the paper and reads:

"I LUV' SAILING OPS: Intelligent Lucius Undermines Voldemort: Secret 
Agenda Improves Lucius' Intense & Neverending Grasp Of Power & 
Superiority"

"There you go", says Wolf, "And now, I have to get going. Thanks for 
taking care of the safe house in my abscense, Melody. And tell Pip, if 
you see her, that I droped by. See you"

And with those words, the Grey Wolf leaves the room. Within moments, 
soft steps can be heard leaving the house, and a grey form can be 
watched running towards the northern reaches once more.

Hope that helps,

Grey Wolf