saveourearth | [Mingle] Don't walk across a graveyard at night (you'll trip and fall)

Date: 18.9.19
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The local radio station is the first to spread it widely, but of course the news have already made the rounds around Moss Manor itself by the time they become official. Village gossip and all that.

And quite some news they are: The graveyard has been closed! Fences and tape have gone up, and if you stand on tiptoes and know where to stand and where to look, you can see the most visible reason for why that is: A sinkhole has opened near the centre of the graveyard, taking down two graves with a third tombstone balancing precariously at the rim of the sunk area. Luckily it hit the more historic part of the graveyard that has no recent burials in it, so it will be less emotionally impactful than what happened at Halloween last year, but it is still a dangerous development and has the vicar in a very unhappy situation.

Partly because there's press in the house yet again.

Press that is also bouncing around the whole Mossgate area trying to interview people in hopes of finding someone who will be hysteric about the situation. Or at least dramatically worried.

Most of Moss Manor's residents are unhelpfully calm, at least towards outsiders... but many are secretly treading very carefully and eyeing the ground closely wherever they walk. What, after all, if more sinkholes show up?

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...This is a rather worrying development. They are not sure what is happening, and if they should... well. If they should get help, really. What if something lethal is happening here?

Things are really off, after all, and what if that means the worst things?

There is a tiny mouse conference in a corner, the squeaks of which may or may not reach Lucas's ears, and then one brave tiny scout scurries over and up the back of the couch to peer down at him from that elevated point. Way more obvious a spot than they prefer, but dire situations ask for drastic measures...

What's to worry about? Lucas is, clearly, having a magnificent time here. Just look at the fabric on this couch. So lovely and smooth and furnished with such a fascinating texture. He reaches up, running his fingers along the the dark cushions, and...

...is that a mouse?

"Hello," he says, blinking up at it. Normally he'd be more than a little irritated at finding a mouse in his apartment. But right now, while he's flying high as a kite, all he can think is: that mouse's fur must feel glorious.

He reaches up, intent on touching it.

...Okay, so he talks. That's a good sign? Probably?

BUT HE ALSO TRIES TO REACH FOR IT and the mouse is very unsure about that development. It moves away from the hand, a bit to the side so as to be out of reach of Lucas unless he gets up.

"No, don't do that," Lucas protests. Pained by the thought of all that lovely soft fur being just out of reach he shifts, pulling himself up into his needs so that his hands can both rest comfortably on the back of the couch.

Aha! There's the mouse. He hasn't missed his chance yet.

"Hello," he says again, softly, hoping not to startle it. One hand starts edge oh-so-slowly towards it. "That's a good mouse. Just...stay there and let me touch you..."

The mouse squeaks in warning at him, but stays in place. It is SO ready to bite if he tries anything at all, its body language warns, but it will let his hand get close if he REALLY just wants to touch...

Of course he wants to touch. That's the whole point of this exercise!

And he's just going to keep on inching further, so very slowly, until his fingers are close enough to sink into the fur...

The mouse holds still for any kind of light touch. If Lucas tries to push or grab, though, its going to slip around his hand and rush up his arm, away from the offending hand and to a spot where it can investigate the state of the Lucas further.

"Oh that is lovely," Lucas sighs, as his fingers brush the fur. Such fascinating texture. He could just touch it all day.

In fact, perhaps he shall. Where Lucas's touch had been light, it now shifts suddenly as he attempts to grip the mouse in his fist.

(Later, when Lucas isn't high as a kite, this entire sequence of events is going to mortify him. Playing with a mouse, really? Who knows where the dirty little rodent has been!)

The mouse escapes with the most angry of squeaks, slipping away and running up his arm, and then onto his head, sniffing at his ear before climbing up through his hair.

"No no no no no!" Lucas says, the nos practically running together at the speed at which he says them. "Not the hair, not the hair...!"

And then he's going to scrambling wildly at his head with his hands, trying to get the bloody little rodent off.

There is even more angry protesting squeaks, and then the mouse JUMPS, trying to leap back into the back of the sofa.

[Mingle] Don't walk across a graveyard at night (you'll trip and fall)

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