[Video] OMG SO HITCHCOCK
Wow, scientists.
[Oh look, Discedo. You have....birds.
A whole FLOCK of mourning doves, cooing on the roof across the street from the rowhouse. Even Prydain's a little daunted by their number from where he stands, holding the communicator, watching them. There's something a little omnious about how they all turn to watch him expectantly. Another shudder of sound ripples through them, although with the ruffling of half a thousand wings. ]
I know I said....''I don't care how many,', but....
[Amazing, how so much cooing can almost sound...threatening, en masse? Especially when the whole flock suddenly takes to the air.]
This is a little bit...a-a bit more than even I'd had in mind.
Happy White Day....Yord--aaahh?!
[He ducks back within the apartment foyer and shuts the door quickly, just as the sound of dozens of bird beaks and bodies hammer the front of the building]
Happy um...oops.
[ooc: Mod-approved. These mourning doves will be a relatively DUMB pack of attack birds roosting around the northern end of the city for the day, being a general pecking, pooping nuisance. By morning, they'll fly off, and one friendlier mating pair will remain. ]
[Oh look, Discedo. You have....birds.
A whole FLOCK of mourning doves, cooing on the roof across the street from the rowhouse. Even Prydain's a little daunted by their number from where he stands, holding the communicator, watching them. There's something a little omnious about how they all turn to watch him expectantly. Another shudder of sound ripples through them, although with the ruffling of half a thousand wings. ]
I know I said....''I don't care how many,', but....
[Amazing, how so much cooing can almost sound...threatening, en masse? Especially when the whole flock suddenly takes to the air.]
This is a little bit...a-a bit more than even I'd had in mind.
Happy White Day....Yord--aaahh?!
[He ducks back within the apartment foyer and shuts the door quickly, just as the sound of dozens of bird beaks and bodies hammer the front of the building]
Happy um...oops.
[ooc: Mod-approved. These mourning doves will be a relatively DUMB pack of attack birds roosting around the northern end of the city for the day, being a general pecking, pooping nuisance. By morning, they'll fly off, and one friendlier mating pair will remain. ]