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[birdpungoeshere]

[Voice Post | | Accidental Or Something]

What the f- Hey!

[A substantial pause, or maybe a lag, as Matthew surveys the scene. Flying above, others can be heard yelling for help. Occasionally, someone reaches out to grab the bird when he flies too low, thinking he's seen someone he knows.]

Anyo- Anyone I should- Shit.

[More wings flapping,

Comments

Because I don't bother you enough. >> Also probably kind of backdated.

[ohrosalita]

[At the top of the stairs to the second class boat deck, stretching a hand out through the railings.]

Matthew?

If you didn't bother me, who would? Backdation is my bff.

[birdpungoeshere]

[Only screeching-tire-car noises could properly befit the mid-air maneuver better than the confused squawk Matthew provides. He circles back, loops down, flaps to keep himself on the air, searching...]

Rose?

I am but one of legion vying for a glance my way.

[ohrosalita]

Down here.

[wave, wave, wave!]

Have you seen Cori or Blue?

I have a legion? News to me.

[birdpungoeshere]

[Squawk! He'd be beligerent if people weren't dying, making a quiet(-ish) landing on the nearest railing.]

Nah, I ain't seen... Who's Blue?

Yeah. They say hi.

[ohrosalita]

He's Cori's boyf-

[Oh, great job Rose. Wonderful time to get into relationship gossip.]

He's Cori's boyfriend. And he's on the boat, which means Cori is too, probably cursed or there'dve been a whole lot more profanity from his side of the network today.

...I say 'hi' back.

[birdpungoeshere]

What? Why'd anyone-... [Cool it, Matt; now isn't the time.] Yeah, alright. Haven't seen 'em.

[ohrosalita]

You'll get it when you meet him. He's not that tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, blue pretty much everything except skin color really, it's kind of a theme. Looks about 16?

[And that was meant to be a helpful description, not the reason Matthew would 'get it']

Okay. Shit.

[birdpungoeshere]

[Matthew just gives a flat, blank stare. He clicks his tongue... or makes the nearest avian equivalent that one can make with a beak and a nearly-immobile tongue.]

Yeah. Sure.

[He ruffles his feathers, preparing to circle the wreckage for the hundredth-or-so time, but stops at Rose's mumbled explanitive.] You gonna be okay?

[ohrosalita]

Mm?

[She leans back against the railing, head turned away from him] Yeah, I'll be fine. Everyone else, not so much.

[birdpungoeshere]

[He tilts his head in in confusion and edges closer to her on the railing in little birdy hops. Lightly, he pecks at her upper arm.]

Why you and no one else, huh? 'Cause I'm not really supposed to let you get in trouble, I think.

[ohrosalita]

Because I've got a double-barrelled ticket out - woman and child.

[She looks down and raises at eyebrow at him]

And because I'm pretty sure if I called for help it'd come, but it wouldn't stick around for any of the others and I think that sucks.

[experimental finger rub across the fluffy feathers on his head] How about you? You can't just fly around 'til you fall down.

[birdpungoeshere]

[Matthew allows the petting; Eve did that, occasionally, and she was all women, right? Matthew might've even leaned into the petting a little... maybe.] If you're gonna call for help, okay. If you say so. [Gullible bird is gullible. Hopefully he can believe Rose, though.]

'S not exactly like I can carry anyone. [Which is a fact that he hates.] I'll probably call the boats 'round or something.

[ohrosalita]

[Rose isn't planning on being a martyr, she just wants to make sure a few other people aren't, either. And the petting is kind of soothing - Matthew's not as greasy as he looks.]

You can tell the lifeboats if there are people in the water still need picking up. Just don't get too tired to fly home.

[birdpungoeshere]

[Matthew maintains that he isn't greasy at all, he's shiny, and The Corninthian's just an idiot.]

[He bobs his head in agreeance,] I'll look for The Corinthian and... Blue while I'm at it, yeah. [Shrug, shrug,] Don't worry about it, if that happens, I'll just perch on something floating 'till morning. Upsides of fitting on some people's shoulders.

[ohrosalita]

[Rose would agree on the latter?]

Okay, I'll officially cross you off my 'worry about' list and just plan to buy you a steak when we get home. Hows that?

[birdpungoeshere]

[Steak doesn't taste nearly as good as dead, slightly rotted, rat, but Matthews learned that this isn't really an acceptable fact outside of The Dreaming.]

Sounds like a date. [He'd wink if he thought anyone'd notice. Black eyes on black feathers don't really accentuate whatever expressions they allow.]