I'M KING OF THE TREES, I'M THE TREE-MEISTER [ CLOSED ]

[aderpable]

who ; Abby, Stephen, & Connor.
what ; KITE-HIGH and CHASING DODOS. Or something.
where ; Kurzweil barracks.
when ; 14th Saturday, TRIPPIN' BALLS EVENT.
warning(s) ; TBA?
POSTING ORDER IS ; Abby, then Stephen, then Connor. Alphabetically only not really sort of?

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[lizardlovinlass]

[It's not just the carpet fibers that are inside Abby now, it's like it's the spirit of the whole barracks, man, and she can feel it. She's in tune with it and it is her and she is it and she may, in fact, be the queen of carpet. Story at 11.

--Oh. Oh wait. Connor is talking again. This might be important. She listens intently, rocking a little on the balls of her feet.]

I don't see any dodos. [It's true. Totally dodo-free environment. The walls are doing trippy things and she's still feeling the lifeforce of the floor, but she's pretty sure she'd notice big, stupid parasite-carrying birds waddling around. Probably.] Are you absolutely sure there are dodos in here?

[Just to be on the safe side Abby takes another look around, her eyes falling once again on the swirling, pulsating floor. It ripples out away from her and in the ripples there is, for a moment, something resembling the distinctive thick, curved beak and plump body and she jerkily sidesteps, balancing awkwardly on one foot. She looks from Connor to Stephen in horror.] Am I standing on them- in them- Am I standing in the dodos?

[She thinks her toe may have been inside its face for a second there and that is many levels of wrong. She might be part dodo now. Dodo-carpet-queen.]