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

[ourearth]

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.

Comments

[dragoonrouge]

"That is true, maybe those accounts were caused by the same thing as this?" It's probably unlikely.

She groans, "Oh god I hope so, it'll make wearing trousers so uncomfortable!"

[iamnotgod]

"Well, they'd have to have their own Network, or we'd be in contact with them as well..."

It's an assumption, and the expression on Walter's face makes it clear he knows it.

Sadie's complaint wrangles something like a smile from him again, though.

"Long skirts do have their uses."

Not that he's paid them much mind in a long while.

[dragoonrouge]

Sadie hums thoughtfully, it was fun to hypothesise but really didn't seem like a plausible scenario.

Sadie's face scrunches up in distaste at Walter's suggestion of long skirts. "I hate skirts." She proclaims with another groan.

[iamnotgod]

"I didn't say they were good, just useful," Walter adds.

"It's not like trousers are cut out for every job, after all."

There's a micro-fraction pause... and then he facepalms. Oh gods, that was a pun, wasn't it?

"Forget I said that."

[dragoonrouge]

Sadie's still scrunched face tells Walter all he needs to know about what she thinks of him saying skirts are useful. "Useful for chafing sure. And what trousers can't do shorts can."

Sadie regards Walter for a moment before solemnly shaking her head. "I shall never forget you said that."

[iamnotgod]

"That's all assuming you get a tail. It's a bridge best crossed when we get there, I'll wager."

Walter groans, though he's still smiling through it.

A staff member starts coming their way, waving frantically... and then another, from a different direction.

[dragoonrouge]

"I guess..." Sadie is fairly certain this tail thing is going to happen, she's got the eyes already, what's a tail at this point? Although she has turned to tapping her fingers against her knees.

Sadie looks at the approaching harried staff members. "It looks like we're going to be put back to work." She swivels where she's sat and goes in to hug Walter. "Thank you, Walter."

[iamnotgod]

Could be worse; could be fur.

Walter returns the hug with no small amount of warmth.

"Anytime," he says, before turning to get up and greet one of the staff.

Time to split up and go back to work, at that!