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scarlet_discord [Wanda is Wanda! She looks a little frantic stuffing zoology books from the Library into a backpack.]
OK guys. I'm going to be coming around setting out water for those of you who no longer have thumbs. As I go I am gonna knock on doors. If you are trapped in your room and you hear me knocking, make some noise. Bark, moo, scratch on the door, knock something over, whatever you have to do. I'll be there as soon as I can.
If you still have two legs and/or opposable thumbs, I could really use help with this.
[spam for hallways, the Infirmary, the Kitchen, the Deck and those trapped in their rooms]
OK guys. I'm going to be coming around setting out water for those of you who no longer have thumbs. As I go I am gonna knock on doors. If you are trapped in your room and you hear me knocking, make some noise. Bark, moo, scratch on the door, knock something over, whatever you have to do. I'll be there as soon as I can.
If you still have two legs and/or opposable thumbs, I could really use help with this.
[spam for hallways, the Infirmary, the Kitchen, the Deck and those trapped in their rooms]
[Wanda then proceeds to do exactly what she said, spending hours ferrying vessels of water to the various levels and knocking on every damn room door. She will circle back after her rounds to double check the Deck, and drop off some food and water at the Infirmary as she usually does once a day.
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Date: 2011-07-29 09:57 pm (UTC)Cat food?
[He cocks his head to the side. His snout twitches.]
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Date: 2011-07-29 10:12 pm (UTC)Spam
Date: 2011-07-29 10:36 pm (UTC)Why would a pig eat cat's food? Not that I don't like milk myself. But I thought pigs ate...everything, actually.
[He waddles past her and peers into the hallway. Then he pauses, backs up, and turns back in her direction. It takes some manuevering. Pigs aren't very flexible.]
Salad? Are you putting me on a diet?
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Date: 2011-07-29 10:50 pm (UTC)Spam
Date: 2011-07-29 11:11 pm (UTC)I suppose if there's chicken in.
[As a member of the working class, George lives almost entirely off of bread, butter, cheese, potatoes, tea, and biscuits. Also because he hasn't got a wife.]
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Date: 2011-07-30 12:10 am (UTC)Spam
Date: 2011-07-30 12:36 am (UTC)I hadn't thought you would.
[He has to trot to keep up.]
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Date: 2011-07-30 01:13 am (UTC)I feel like there should be an emergency communicator-tree or something set up in cases like this. There would have to be lots of redundancy, though.
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Date: 2011-07-30 01:52 am (UTC)[He stumbles around the lift a little, like a dog trying to stand in the car, until he eventually plops down on his rump with an oink.]
A...tree?
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Date: 2011-07-30 03:24 am (UTC)Spam
Date: 2011-07-30 03:54 am (UTC)[George darts out of the lift as quickly as possible.]
Everybody does sort of check in if they can.
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Date: 2011-07-30 04:13 am (UTC)Spam
Date: 2011-07-30 04:30 am (UTC)Oh, it is worth looking into.
[He's able to waddle more comfortably beside her this time, curly tail twitching. He pushes the kitchen door open with his snout.]
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Date: 2011-07-30 03:12 pm (UTC)I come from a world where we have to hide what we are because people are hostile. I was in a rooming house with four other mutants. All teenaged boys, all powerful and all lacking self control. It's kinda ironic; I'm Chaos Girl but a lot of the time I was the most orderly person around there.
[She goes over to the counter, grabs some apples from the bowl and washes them before going for a knife and chopping board.]
Me and Blob, anyway. Sometimes something crazy would happen, and I'd try to just learn from it and figure out how to deal with it better the next time it happened. Like when they busted my bedroom door in again, or destroyed the front windows.
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Date: 2011-07-30 05:05 pm (UTC)What about your parents?
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Date: 2011-07-30 06:39 pm (UTC)My mother's gone. Father never has much time for us, so it's the rooming house until he needs us for something.
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Date: 2011-07-30 06:59 pm (UTC)[THE APPLE IS GONE. And he's looking at her like: what apple? JUST LIKE MY DOG.]
I've never known my father myself. And I only met mother recently.
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Date: 2011-07-30 09:05 pm (UTC)I hope it was a good reunion.
Now, I do have my brother, my twin. But he's kind of obnoxious, and...there's such a thing as being so close with someone that you can't stand him after a while.
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Date: 2011-07-30 10:55 pm (UTC)It was nice to finally meet her. I put an advertisement in the paper, and she and another woman appeared, and then we had to figure out which of them was truly my mother.
He works your nerves, you mean?
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Date: 2011-07-30 11:55 pm (UTC)Yeah, he works my last nerve. But he's...he couldn't get to me so much if I didn't care about him. But he's the kinda brother you can't really tell you care about him because he'll tease you like crazy.
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Date: 2011-07-31 12:25 am (UTC)She is, certainly.
['In her own way' is the opperative phrase. She's...kind of a swindler. And probably at least a former prostitute.]
Why would he tease you for that?
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Date: 2011-07-31 12:47 am (UTC)Spam
Date: 2011-07-31 01:02 am (UTC)Ah.
...This is rather strange, this not having hands.
[George doesn't seem to notice, but he makes little oinky noises as he eats.]
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Date: 2011-07-31 02:43 am (UTC)It must be pretty awkward. But it can't last more than a few days....
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Date: 2011-07-31 03:02 am (UTC)Spam
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