Shark-meat barbecue! (OPEN LOG!)
Who: Harley and anyone interested. OPEN LOG! Come join in and mingle! (tag yourself in, please? :))
Where: Cottage 22, in Espoir. (For those with sensitive noses, just follow the smell of shark meat!)
When: Backdated to about 7-31 or so... but I want to time paradox this and say it's open even to people who only just joined. Don't worry about ( Read more... )
Where: Cottage 22, in Espoir. (For those with sensitive noses, just follow the smell of shark meat!)
When: Backdated to about 7-31 or so... but I want to time paradox this and say it's open even to people who only just joined. Don't worry about ( Read more... )
*What hound? Just a fluffy black and white sled dog! ...Who is wagging her tail like nuts and looking at Rita hopefully, tongue hanging out.... and as Rita's volume increases, it only excites the dog further. She tosses her furry head back, and joins in with an odd sound -- it's definitely not a bark, but hardly a howl either, a "Woo woo wooo~" in what for her is probably close to falsetto, given that she's a seventy-pound fluffball with a naturally low voice.*
*it's somewhere between all the movement, Rita's yelling, and Noireau's sounds, that Harley gets the hint to go over there and "rescue" her. He can't keep the smile off his face, though, and he's still holding a piece of the shark meat he was eating*
Noireau! Sit! *he points at the ground, voice firm, and the dog obeys, her furry butt plopping down onto the grass* Good girl.
*with that, he tears off a little chunk of the meat, and tosses it to the dog, aiming for her snout. She manages to catch it midair and snaps it right up, licking her lips, and watching Harley, tail wagging again, hoping for a repeat handout.*
*looking back to Rita* Hope she didn't scare you... she's really friendly, honest.
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