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Save Our Earth Mods ([personal profile] ourearth) wrote in [community profile] 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.
iamnotgod: A man staring up and off to the right. (And He Asks Why.)

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[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-08-02 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Er, Jim?"

Walter's moving a more sedate pace, now. Collecting rabbits is a lot more slow-paced than hunting down peacocks, or running from donkeys...

"I don't think we'll be allowed to keep the animals. They are for the petting zoo," he adds, gently moving yet another rabbit back into its basket.

He's good at the soft touch, and he can relate to them always looking like they're nervous. Not so much the kicking, though.
tobodlygo: (smirk)

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[personal profile] tobodlygo 2018-08-02 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Walter. I've named him now. This one is mine." He says, deadpan; in a way, that means he knows he's talking pure bollocks.

I mean. He's already thinking of ways to buy them off the Zoo. He has, after all, got cash to burn.

"You're coming home with me, right, Bones?" He says back at the rabbit.

Bones? Eh. Who knows where that came from.
iamnotgod: A man, hands up at chest level, staring left and down (In The Dark)

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[personal profile] iamnotgod 2018-08-02 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, at least Jim knows it's bollocks.

"Don't they name them here already, though? Not that he cares, I expect."

Patting the black-and-white bunny in the hopes that it'll stay still this time, Walter looks carefully about for any other wayward rabbits.