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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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Russell's statement makes her think of her youngest cousins. "You've got a good point there. This is why I have cats, they're just fluff and love."
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"Fluff, love, and indiscriminate fury? I know some dogs like that..."
He even dogsits for one of them, from time to time. Though that's less fury, and more some powerful mischief urge, unchecked by anyone but their owner.
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And so the pony moves forward again. "Do you have a dog then?"
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Onward, pony, onward. And in the spirit of enjoying others, he has to ask:
"What sort of cat is Squash? Do you have pictures?"
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Sadie visibly brightens at Russell's interest in her cats, "I'll show you once we sort this pony out. He's a Persian-mix...we think. I rescued him from the street when I was ten. But yeah, he's got that flat face, so I called him Squash."
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"I love it, that sounds like it suits him." Russell laughs a little and admits, making a scrunched up face imitating what he assumes Squash looks like, "I always worry... Do they have those faces naturally? Or did they run into too many glass doors as kittens?"
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Sadie giggles as Russell scrunches up his face. "Yep! That's a Squash face alright! You even got that hint of grumpiness right."
The pony is moving forward a lot more smoothly now, obviously resigned to the fact that the two humans were not going to stop making it move. "They're bred like that the poor things. It's why I would never have a flat-faced cat, lots of health issues, but he was hiding under the recycling bin during a storm and I fell in love with him right there and then."
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Russell grins, not hiding that he's flattered; usually it takes a few tries to get the expression just right. And he nods along to the rest of her story. "Grumpy old man, found in the garbage... He's entitled to the grumpiness."
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