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And you're so unusual [open]

Nov 19, 2009 14:09

Characters: Furball and YOU.
Date/Time: November 19-20
Location: EVERYWHERE :D
Rating: GP, because c'mon, this is Furball we're talking about. Unless you have boobs and are pretty. Then it's PG.
Summary: Puppy's taking a walk. Care to join her?
Note: Please specify date, time and place of the meet in the subject line, so we wont get mixed up.

( You're like a picture show )

original: fugue, dollhouse: topher (genius), power rangers: bridge (brooklyn), ~okami: amaterasu (furball), persona 3: shinjiro (castor)

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Nov. 20th, morning-ish. LET'S SAY OUTSIDE TEMP- HOUSING. unevoked November 19 2009, 06:16:39 UTC

It had been a crazy half-day so far in the Tree-Globe, and after a rather restless night in bed, he'd given up and taken to wandering around at night. It was better than just laying there doing nothing, after all. Thankfully his greeter had explained the current situation, after some blaze (That guy in his dream had mentioned a fire, right?)

Anyway, so he had finally made his way back to temporary housing, listened to some weird-banana sing, and now leaned against the side of the building, eating the pancakes. If it hadn't been going on so long, Castor would have been willing to believe it was all an extended hallucination.

He glanced up at the jangling to see a dog walking about, and for a moment, cracked a faint smile. It went away soon enough, though, and he simply knelt down, extending a hand. "C'mere, boy," He spoke gruffly, but there was a faint kindness in it. "What're you doin' out here?" And with a bag around it's neck- did someone train it?

Fuckin' crazy Tree-Globe.

d'aaaw Castor originofgood November 19 2009, 06:30:13 UTC

Furball wagged her tail at the man in greeting when he came along. But he was extending his hand- oh, she knew what that meant all right. A pat! Pettings! Bliss!

Oh, did she love this huge tree. There were a lot of people who were friendly, and gave out excellent headrubs, food and a whole lot more. Things that generally pleased her greatly.

Trotting up to him, she put a paw on his hand. By experience, she knew humans liked to greet each other this way- why not conform with them while she was here? It seemed like an interesting enough gesture after all, someone holding out his or her hand to another, who then would take it and they would shake. And afterwards they would go on to speaking, sitting down beside each other... or other things that humans did.

SCREW YOU HIPPIE. unevoked November 19 2009, 06:43:23 UTC

He let out a soft 'heh' noise as she approached and placed a paw in his hand. Apparently she was trained- and well at that. "Good boy." He moved his hand to rub her head, running it over her ears.

He also set down the plate of pancakes- not like he couldn't get any more, after all. "You hungry? Didn't make it, but s'better than kibble."

Maybe the Tree-Globe wasn't so terrible. After all, there were free pancakes (Which was fuckin' weird), and well trained dogs, (Which was fuckin' familiar), so it couldn't be that terrible of a place. Weird arrival and memory loss not counting, that was.

83 originofgood November 19 2009, 07:03:25 UTC

Food! Food! And not just any food, but more of those delicious flat things with the strange yet sweet water! She loved those things, but sadly they were too few to actually let her enjoy them to their fullest. The wagging of her tail began to increase in speed.

She liked this person already. Not only was he experienced in giving out pettings, but he also offered his own food to her. He indeed looked the silent type, but he liked dogs- who knew?

As a reward, she jumped and began to lick his face.

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Nov. 19-ish, afternoon. Anyone from Fugue's entry who wanted to meet up with him fugue_angel November 19 2009, 16:05:14 UTC

Truth be told, Fugue wasn't sure who Furball even was when he'd replied to her. In fact, he scoured through other responses and pages of the journal in search of that writer's name. Although he'd asked for others to accompany him, who was to say he actually knew any of those who'd responded? Whenever he met anyone, he always felt something of a vague recognition. Other than that, he really didn't know who anyone was.

It was a little bit bothersome, but he'd be able to cope somehow. Or, he simply could befriend everyone all over again, right? That couldn't be so bad.

He'd offered to meet some before going to Furball's and thankfully indicated a prior meeting place so that he could find out who some people were. Otherwise, people were free to go directly to Furball's of their own accord. And here he was now, meeting up with the writer and artist...

--a wolf? A beautiful one, but still a wolf.

No, that really didn't ring any bells either.

"Hello Furball!" he called out upon seeing her. "I believe I mentioned I'd keep you company?"

originofgood November 20 2009, 05:03:42 UTC

The face didn't ring any bells for her, sadly. Then again... she didn't know too many people in the tree yet, did she? But if she was being searched for, who was she to disappoint them?

Furball trotted on over, tail wagging in excitement and ears flicking in curiosity. As an answer to the call, she barked lightly, wolfy grin on her face.

fugue_angel November 24 2009, 14:05:46 UTC

Swallowing his surprise, Fugue continued, "I'm glad to see you--you look rather well."

He knelt down close to better inspect and examine her. The man seemed to want to pet her but held off, fearing that he might need permission. Still, Furball was a rather beautiful wolf. Fugue wondered to himself what kind of companion the owl was, but he didn't want to revive her loneliness.

Holding his hand out, he asked first, "May I... pet you? I, err--I just want to make sure it's okay."

Nov. 19th, after Furball comments in Bridge's entry, before Fugue arrives handy_psychic November 19 2009, 19:45:21 UTC

Someone else who wanted to meet Logan! Bridge was excited as he went to the park to meet up with Furball. His robodog was still his proudest accomplishment, and he liked having chances to show him off.

He ran to the park as fast as he could, Logan at his heel, before slowing and looking around, realizing he didn't have the faintest idea what his new friend looked like.

"Er-" He cupped his hands around his mouth and called out tentatively, "Furball? It's Bridge!"

originofgood November 20 2009, 05:08:02 UTC

Someone was calling her name. An unfamiliar voice though. And Bridge? Bridge who? She didn't know anyone by the name of Bri--

Oh. Ohhh. Was it that person with the... what was that word again?

No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't seem to remember that strange, strange word Bridge had used to describe his companion. Oh well. For now, she would refer to the unusual-sounding dog as "Long Name", unless Bridge could supply a shorter one for her to remember better.

For now, she barked in reply, and shuffled through the bushes to go and meet dog and human.

handy_psychic November 20 2009, 15:37:08 UTC

Bridge was startled by the appearance of a white wolf and wondered why it was approaching him...

... before it clicked in his mind. The large and messy writing, the pawprint in the journal, and more importantly-

"Hey there," Bridge smiled, squatting down so that he could look her in the eye. He could guess from the fact that she could write and draw that she was quite intelligent, though he wasn't sure if she could speak or not. "I'm Bridge, and this is Logan Sparky McRuffles the Second, though you can just call him Logan."

Logan trotted up to Furball, peering at her and giving a quizzical baa.

originofgood November 21 2009, 02:00:09 UTC

Logan-- Logan! That was a better name. Shorter and easier to remember.

She barked in greeting, once to Bridge and once to Logan. Logan was strange indeed. A dog with metal instead of fur? And where was his eyes? Were they the ones that were glowing being the strangely colored glass? If so, could he eat.

Furball snuffled at him quizically, and yelped and jumped back when he made a sound at her. That was no sound of a dog! That was a sheep, she was certain of it!

Was he sick?!

Nov 20, afternoon. Lets say the bazaar? man_genius November 20 2009, 07:52:33 UTC

Of all the places in Edensphere, perhaps one of the least impressive places for Genius was the bazaar. Of course there was a center of commerce in the hippie conspiracy commune. Capitalism was practically a human instinct. No matter what one did to a human brain, in the end science cannot overwrite basic survival mechanisms. Human finds needed resource. Fellow human lacks resource. Biology compels the former to manipulate the latter so that both benefit, although primarily so that the former reaps more for the greater chance of reproduction. Or something like that.

YAWN. BORING.

Sadly, this particular human needed to eat and that was really the only compelling reason he was wandering around the half rebuilt bazaar. It certainly wasn't to take in the sights nor to meet friends.

He definitely did not care one lick about dogs.

one intelligent wolf coming right up! originofgood November 21 2009, 02:42:46 UTC

She frowned. She had taken a wrong turn again, hadn't she? Navigating through the tree wasn't as easy as it should be, really. Yes, she was new but... oh well.

First things first- the bazaar. She was in the bazaar. That meant Bastet and Mugen's shop, other places and the most important thing- food! It wasn't free food, to be exact, but food nonetheless, and she had some money to spare. After all, she was working very hard at the fields.

Furball took out her map and studied it. The cafeteria was all the way there, huh? Oh well, never mind. Food was both here and there, and she preferred it to be close by, not far away.

She could go to the cafeteria later anyway, when she was hungry again.

woohoo! man_genius November 21 2009, 04:43:36 UTC

Genius was eying the paltry offerings at one of the few lucky food vendors open (rations, rations or oh hey rations!) when he caught sight of something fluffy and white walking by. What the--a dog? A very big dog--it almost looked like a wolf.

That wasn't the strangest creature he'd seen--the woman with the pet tiger won hands down--but it was strange to see the wolf-dog carrying a messenger bag around it's neck.

"Geez making pets do all the work," Genius muttered to himself, shaking his head. "That's almost as bad as when people give them sweaters and little doggie shoes."

originofgood November 21 2009, 05:28:04 UTC

She let her nose lead her towards the food. It could never go wrong. It was her best friend. Why wouldn't it be? It had led her to a lot of interesting things in the tree, most especially food.

Speaking of which... food vendors!

The wolf bounded happily towards them, tail wagging and barking happily. Oh, she knew these people- she had wrangled some good food from them the last time she was here- for a good price of course. No sense in cheating.

As usual, she unzipped her bag and pulled out her money pouch, pointing with a paw what exactly she wanted. And that was a lot of food. She had enough money for all of them, thankfully.

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