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saveourearth2018-07-24 10:12 pm
ourearth) wrote in saveourearth2018-07-24 10:12 pm
Don't pet them, grab them! [Mingle]
Date: 25th of July
Characters: Open!
I.
In the afternoon on the 25th, a network message alerts the Numbered to the fact that the petting zoo in Moss Manor's Menagerie is facing a major break-out: Someone has torn down the fences, and all the bunnies, sheep, and all the other animals typically found in petting zoos have decided to book it. They are now swarming the manor's grounds.
Due to the staff being nowhere near enough to catch them all, and due to the generally low threat level of the animals that escaped, visitors are asked to help catch them instead of being sent away.
And anyone who just happens to show up and help will be happily welcomed and included in the fort, without any question of who told them that help is needed.
II.
Afterwards, Lady Margaret Camilla Brassant invites everyone onto her patio and offers refreshments - tea, water, little sandwiches, cake and scones with clotted cream and jam. She retires quickly herself, but not before giving a brief speech thanking everyone who helped save the gardens from hungry mouths.
Characters: Open!
I.
In the afternoon on the 25th, a network message alerts the Numbered to the fact that the petting zoo in Moss Manor's Menagerie is facing a major break-out: Someone has torn down the fences, and all the bunnies, sheep, and all the other animals typically found in petting zoos have decided to book it. They are now swarming the manor's grounds.
Due to the staff being nowhere near enough to catch them all, and due to the generally low threat level of the animals that escaped, visitors are asked to help catch them instead of being sent away.
And anyone who just happens to show up and help will be happily welcomed and included in the fort, without any question of who told them that help is needed.
II.
Afterwards, Lady Margaret Camilla Brassant invites everyone onto her patio and offers refreshments - tea, water, little sandwiches, cake and scones with clotted cream and jam. She retires quickly herself, but not before giving a brief speech thanking everyone who helped save the gardens from hungry mouths.
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Chad is out and about being helpful.
Or arguably helpful. He is trying to help, which is partly limited by him also having to evade capture by the man that he came here with. Mostly the actual usefulness of it is limited though because a barking dog running towards any type of animal might indeed send them moving, and perhaps even in the right direction... but it also causes them to panic.
Which is why unlucky people who have come to be helpful might find themselves in the middle of a chicken stampede, at the receiving end of a panicked sheep's blind flight, or in the way of any other sort of fleeing animal too frightened to watch where its going.
II.
At the afternoon tea refreshments afterwards, Chad is being a very good dog and not begging for food. Instead, he is lounging on a chair, having been carefully cleaned by the guy he came with back to pristine whiteness, and enjoys the shade of a parasol and the little dish of water placed in front of him.
I. But also I SEE THAT PARASOL.
Seeing the guinea pigs scattering about, moving in not anything like a herd, leaves Walter making a strangled growling noise himself.
Picking them up is almost guaranteed to get him bit, so instead he's using what he can to reroute the separated pigs - and doing his best to not trample any himself.
"A little more direction for these little guys would be nice!" he mutters.
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He is not. He just dreams big of being an actual herding dog.no subject
"You're not going to eat them, are you?"
Internally, he questions why he's talking to the dog... buuut it's not like he can't use the distraction.
"Can't you just, run alongside them instead?"
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He has SOME standards.
A lot of them.
The growl freaks out the nearby guinea pigs and makes them scatter a bit, and he barks and takes off, trying to run a circle around them and herd them back towards Walter. It's... vaguely successful.
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Walter has to make himself stop abruptly, because one of them's darted towards his shoe and stepping on one when he thought he was fast enough to avoid them would be... well, bad.
The rest of them are more-or-less amassing, however, which is better. Walter jumps back into motion, gently nudging that one guinea pig towards its comrades.
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He's slowly getting the hang of this, he's pretty sure. Clearly an excellent herding dog was lost on him.