Don't pet them, grab them! [Mingle]

[ourearth]

Date: 25th of July
Characters: Open!

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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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[blueskying]

The pen has low walls, suitable for birds that have even less flight ability than many other chickens. There are some silkies and other fat, fluffy breeds in there already. Either someone else is gathering chickens or not all the birds made a break for it.

"I did some of that, once upon a time. I'm still not really fond of deer, but they taste good." He grins lopsidedly. "Don't tell my congregation. The assistant minister loves them and it'd break her heart."

He comes to the edge and lowers the chicken he's got before dropping it. It chatters to itself or the others, shaking itself off.

[scarsolderthanyou]

Sam is slightly less gentle with his, dropping them in with a foot or two to spare, but the land just fine. "I don't even know who all is in your congregation," he answers with a lop-sided grin of his own. "But it'll be my secret. If anyone finds out, say they got you confused with me. There's only so many American ex-pilots around here."

[blueskying]

Silkies, Sky notes, still have some recognizable wing feathers, if not as well-formed as in other chickens. So they aren't entirely made of down.

"All old people look the same, anyway," he says, conspicuously covering his hooks with his left hand. "Much appreciated."

[scarsolderthanyou]

"So how you settling in, anyway?" Sam asks, turning away from the chickens in search of another animal or two that needs rounding up. "At the church." He knows he's still pretty new there, after all, and hasn't caught up much since he started actually preaching, or whatever they do at that particular church.