[Oh, look, it's Petronilla the Porcupine! She's somehow managed to turn on the communicator, and now she's staring at you. Looking displeased
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[Mal's been going around looking for transformed people who might need help, and also putting out water in convenient places; to that end, she's lugging around a two-gallon plastic jug now half full of water and some plastic cereal bowls. She comes into the common room, sets down a bowl, and pours water into it.]
oh. you so are. XDdamesuccubusJuly 29 2011, 16:48:18 UTC
[Petronilla Porcupine is sat on a couch for two reasons: 1. It's comfortable, and why should she have to sit on the floor just because she's a rodent now? 2. Someone might try to have a seat and not see her, and oh, wouldn't that be fun?
She watches Mal pour the water, getting to her feet and walking...waddling...hopping down off the couch and heading towards her.]
Begging your pardon, my spiky friend. [He keeps sniffing around, trying to figure out the source of the scent. Whatever it is, it can't possibly be the spiny beast going couchdiving.] You are safe. I mislike the taste of quills.
[...the wolf is a gentleman. Petronilla Porcupine would laugh, if she wasn't so terrified that he was simply lying to catch her off guard. Wolves were known for their cunning, were they not?]
She?
[She sits up, now curious.]
If you're looking for the Frenchwoman, she's just left. They're tasty I've heard, the French.
[Sveta was making her own rounds through the barge, trying to find her inmate, trying to find people who might be hurt, and trying to find something to do that didn't involve sitting around in the infirmary.
She paused, seeing a small form there and moved forward.] Hello? Who are you?
[...oh, it was Svetlana! Petronilla Porcupine had a brief tussle with herself whether she could trick her warden, try to harm her, or try to convince her warden that she was, in fact, her inmate.]
You should know me. I'm your inmate.
[She hopped off the couch, waddling on over to her warden. She lifted her nose and sniffed.]
Not that you can understand me. No one can, it seems.
[Sveta knelt down and tilted her head to the side. She assumed that the creature couldn't be understood, but it was definitely one of the barge folk. Time to play twenty questions.]
Do you need anything? [She put her left hand on the floor.] Yes. [And her right hand.] No.
Just go to whichever side it is. [A pause.] And try not to stick me, please.
[The thought of food and a bed was winning the should-I-harm-Svetlana war going on inside of her head. Besides - she already stuck somebody before today.
She hobbled on over to Svetlana's left hand, looking up at her expectantly.]
I could probably say anything I wanted to you right now, and you'd never know.
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She watches Mal pour the water, getting to her feet and walking...waddling...hopping down off the couch and heading towards her.]
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Hello. Can you talk?
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Yes, I can talk. [GLARE.] Don't come close or I'll stick you.
[But poor Mal, she won't be able to understand a word.]
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[pause]
[Sniff snuffle sniff sniff sniff. Hello, familiarish scent!] *Orr?*
[Have a big wolf poking his head around the doorframe, whining excitedly.] Hello?
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WOLF! WOLF!
Petronilla Porcupine tries to burrow into the cushions, hoping the wolf won't try to attack her.]
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Begging your pardon, my spiky friend. [He keeps sniffing around, trying to figure out the source of the scent. Whatever it is, it can't possibly be the spiny beast going couchdiving.] You are safe. I mislike the taste of quills.
[A big wolfy nosesigh.]
She must have just been here....
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She?
[She sits up, now curious.]
If you're looking for the Frenchwoman, she's just left. They're tasty I've heard, the French.
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She paused, seeing a small form there and moved forward.] Hello? Who are you?
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You should know me. I'm your inmate.
[She hopped off the couch, waddling on over to her warden. She lifted her nose and sniffed.]
Not that you can understand me. No one can, it seems.
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Do you need anything? [She put her left hand on the floor.] Yes. [And her right hand.] No.
Just go to whichever side it is. [A pause.] And try not to stick me, please.
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She hobbled on over to Svetlana's left hand, looking up at her expectantly.]
I could probably say anything I wanted to you right now, and you'd never know.
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