Whoa--

[The communicator comes on to an amazed-looking Lin, who has his head tilted back, flinching every time one of the snowflakes falling lands on his cheeks. Cold! He grins, though, eyes bright, directing his attention down into the feed.]This is snow, right? It's really pretty. I didn't think it'd be so fluffy! Is everyone here from a place ( Read more... )

[So to his merit, Lin didn't freak out at the tremors, and he didn't freak out the first time he caught the scent of something strange, something inhuman and distinctly dangerous (call it instinct). Going out was probably the Wrong Thing To Do, though.

Because he does freak when, during one of his flights through the city, he finds himself victim ( Read more... )

[Lin is looking a bit underdressed for the weather. Cool as it is becoming. He himself shivers faintly, drawing back from the communicator once it's on. He doesn't address his own attire, nope, he has more important things in mind. Behind him are the buildings of the city, though he's stopped his wanderings for the moment ( Read more... )

[Why do all these things keep trying to eat him.

For the most part, Lin's been good at dodging trouble. But trouble comes looking, in the form of snakes and giant cats and other manner of reptiles and bugs and chompy bats and (more benign) monkeys who pick at his feathers, and, and, andIt's hard for a little bird in the big jungle, you know ( Read more... )

Rrrawwwk. [A cock of the head. A macaw is looking down thoughtfully down into the feed. It’s balanced on the back of the bench not far from the station, claws clasped around the communicator. It nudges at the device with a large beak, and then draws back again. Tilt of the head to the left, then to the right, as though thinking hard ( Read more... )