video; around mid-day
[ The interior of Yako's office is pretty much a familiar sight by now, since most of her posts seem to made from there. She seems to be having trouble with the camera, though, since the feed keeps jerking around. Curiously, the microphone seems to be filled with the sounds of... snuffling? ]
Ah! Don't chew on that! Hang on, Mr. Holmes--
[ Yako's voice comes off-screen. Judging by the nauseating way the feed wobbles, there's a brief struggle for the NV. Still, the detective emerges victorious, and the camera pans back around to show... well. ]
[Sherlock does not look happy. In fact, he's the most annoyed looking person to ever have a few puppies in his lap, sniffing at his coat and nipping at the edges of his scarf. He grabs that particular labrador by the scruff of his neck and holds it out to Yako.]
If we could get this over with, Miss Katsuragi.
[ For whatever reason, when he'd found the litter of puppies shortly before sirens that morning by their dead mother. Judging by the wounds, she'd gotten in a scrape with a group of undead rats trying to protect her young. In an unusual moment of pity, he took them all to the NCC to find homes for them. ]
Right, right. Sorry about that. [ Having set the NV up where it can record without the interference of over-curious puppies, Yako makes her way back over to Sherlock, plucking the furiously wriggling puppy from his grasp and flashing the camera a warm smile. ]
As you can see, Mr. Holmes has found a few puppies in need of a home. I can't take them in myself, but if anyone's interested in adopting one, please let us know. You can just drop by the Newcomer Community Center to pick them up.
[ --and at this point one puppy takes it on itself to scramble up Sherlock's lap and start trying to eat his hair. ]
Ah! Don't chew on that! Hang on, Mr. Holmes--
[ Yako's voice comes off-screen. Judging by the nauseating way the feed wobbles, there's a brief struggle for the NV. Still, the detective emerges victorious, and the camera pans back around to show... well. ]
[Sherlock does not look happy. In fact, he's the most annoyed looking person to ever have a few puppies in his lap, sniffing at his coat and nipping at the edges of his scarf. He grabs that particular labrador by the scruff of his neck and holds it out to Yako.]
If we could get this over with, Miss Katsuragi.
[ For whatever reason, when he'd found the litter of puppies shortly before sirens that morning by their dead mother. Judging by the wounds, she'd gotten in a scrape with a group of undead rats trying to protect her young. In an unusual moment of pity, he took them all to the NCC to find homes for them. ]
Right, right. Sorry about that. [ Having set the NV up where it can record without the interference of over-curious puppies, Yako makes her way back over to Sherlock, plucking the furiously wriggling puppy from his grasp and flashing the camera a warm smile. ]
As you can see, Mr. Holmes has found a few puppies in need of a home. I can't take them in myself, but if anyone's interested in adopting one, please let us know. You can just drop by the Newcomer Community Center to pick them up.
[ --and at this point one puppy takes it on itself to scramble up Sherlock's lap and start trying to eat his hair. ]