038 (Voice/Video) And, all the while, coyote keeps on singing....

[painhumbles]

[There's some scratching sounds on the microphone and what to human ears will sound like a frustrated dog's growling is actually Gabriel swearing and trying to urge HIS NEWFOUND PAWS to operate the controls on his journal. After a moment of cojoling, the video clicks on and there's an EXTREME CLOSE-UP OF A PAIR OF AMBER EYES AND A SNOUT... And then

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VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[whateverthemess]

[Growling, scritching, and then a Murphyvoice.] At least we can talk.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[bythe_books]

There's a small favour.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[whateverthemess]

For some reason I'm not surprised we're all canine.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[bythe_books]

Makes me wonder what Cissie's turned--

[PAUSE. He sees her reaction in this very post.]

Well, that's not fair.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[whateverthemess]

...Here's another question; how are we going to get out of our rooms?

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[bythe_books]

Lucky me, a swift breeze'll get my door open. Just a sec.

[There's some scritching and jumping and gnawing sounds, then after a few minutes, the sound of the door creaking open. VICTORY.]

Need a hand? Er. Paw.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[whateverthemess]

Please. Before Gabriel shows up and gets smugness all over my bedroom.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[bythe_books]

On my way.

[AND INTO SPAM WE GO. Sam's a bit stuck at the door, but damn it, he's trying.]

SPAAAM.

[whateverthemess]

[Murphy's long-suffering voice drifts through the door.]

Too late. Gabriel's here. Hang on.

[Addressed to the coyoteangel.] Let him in.

SPAAAM.

[painhumbles]

[But... but... The Cyndi Lauper was playing and everything. Oh whatever. Gabriel tosses his head and opens the door. WITH HIS BRAIN. So Sam can push his way and be spared the indignity of being teleported. That done, he crosses his paws over each other and looks smug... More smug.]

Great. It's a party now.

SPAAAM.

[bythe_books]

[Sam appreciates this. He nudges the door open and trots on in.]

It's a-- [NO, NOT GONNA SAY "ZOO"] bloody madhouse out there. I think I even saw a cheetah. [He casts a look behind him, then catches sight of his tail and just STARES at it for a moment. No, good, not a threat. He looks back at the others.]

SPAAAM.

[whateverthemess]

[Murphy gives a little huff of annoyance, limping over to sniff at Sam's nose. She sneezes and looks back at her granny-room.] This is so bizarre.

SPAAAM.

[painhumbles]

[Gabriel takes this moment to wander over and.... Loom over everything. Oh yeah. He's the tall one this time. It's awesome.]

I prefer it to being a chick again. If I never have to live through Felicity curls again, it'll still be too soon.

SPAAAM.

[bythe_books]

[Sams tail wags ever so slowly as the sniffing ritual commences. Huh, weird.]

I think I'm gonna have to take the.. spontaneous sex change over this. Least I could still open doors without doing this whole... [Sam can't quite do his crazy hand motions, but his paws sort of shuffle a bit, and his tail wags.] complicated routine.

SPAAAM.

[chicagoshope]

*noses open Murphy's door further, sort of looming in the doorway, staaaaring........awkwardly for those who can read that emotion in a wolf*

SPAAAM.

[whateverthemess]

[HOLY--

The sudden, heavy musk of wolf rolls into the room and Murphy's torn between high-tailing it to safety and getting between her friends and the stranger.

The latter wins out. Shocker. She snarls.] Who's there?