T Par Tay (Open Log!)

[curious_copycat]

Who: Aphrodite (cyprian_swan), Polly (curious_copycat), and everyone and anyone else!
What: It's been a year since Polly set foot on the Thor, and she wants to celebrate! Mix, mingle and have fun!
When: Oct 5th! (but late tags are welcome)
Where: One of the Thor's gardens.
Warnings: Beware of flying armadillos, and don't step on the mome raths.

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Croquet Field

[curious_copycat]

Re: Croquet Field

[worldturnsshiny]

[and eventually Kaylee does decide to at least try out this ridiculous-looking game.]

[Eying one of those bird mallets suspiciously.]

So'm I just supposed to grab it?

Re: Croquet Field

[curious_copycat]

[Leans over a bit to follow Kaylee's gaze. The mallet-bird is none the wiser.]

I guess... yeah.

[It occurs to her that you wouldn't think a bird would like to be used as a mallet, but the man said...]

Re: Croquet Field

[worldturnsshiny]

[She stares at it for another second or so, before sighing and rolling up her sleeves.]

Whelp, might as well try it. C'mere-

[and she lunges! She manages to grab it, but it's certainly putting up a good fight, and it's pretty difficult to hold on to. Not to mention all the feathers that are getting everywhere with this bird trying to get away.]

So... so I just swing- ow, hey, sit still!

Re: Croquet Field

[curious_copycat]

[Polly, takes in a breath to say something, only to be interrupted by a minor coughing fit, when one of the smaller feathers is accidentally inhaled.]

I'll help!

[Reaching out, she tries to get ahold of its beating wings, only to get bopped by the bird's mallet-like head.]

Ow!

[The man had said something about directions... Her eyes darted to the box where the mome raths had been kept.]

Okay! Okay, hold on to him, I'll be right back!

Re: Croquet Field

[worldturnsshiny]

Ah, Polly, are you oka- ow, hey!

[Doing her best to hold on to this ridiculous bird- is this supposed to be part of the game?]

Sure, just- hurry back!

Re: Croquet Field

[curious_copycat]

[After a moment of scrambling, she comes back with a rather tattered piece of paper, which unfolds to be nearly as long as the girl herself.]

[Polly skims over the directions as quickly as she can while the bird continues to struggle and bedevil poor Kaylee, only to find that the section about the mallet-birds only contains five words.]

[Polly reads them somewhat incredulously, but loudly enough for Kaylee to hear.]

Tickle it under its chin?

Re: Croquet Field

[worldturnsshiny]

Of all the ridiculous-

[Muttering streams of semi-intelligible Chinese phrases, Kaylee manages to, in fact, tickle the bird under its chin, at which point it freezes up and becomes more croquet-mallet-esque than it had been all evening.]

...Well, then.

Want to just switch off between this one instead of goin' through the trouble of taming another?

Re: Croquet Field

[curious_copycat]

[Polly glances at the mallet-bird, then casts a wary look at its brethren milling about the field. One of them, she noted, had found the snack table.]

That... might be for the best.

[A lone, purple armadillo scampers by.]

You got the bird. I'll get the balls.

[Proceeds to scamper after it, calling a question over her shoulder.]

What color do you want?

Re: Croquet Field

[worldturnsshiny]

Whichever's easiest to catch.

[Those armadillos didn't look like too much trouble, but then again, she hadn't been expecting half the fight she got out of the bird.]

Re: Croquet Field

[curious_copycat]

[Darting down, Polly snatches up the purple one, which wiggles and writhes a moment. Then it seems to catch a whiff of something, and proceeds to attempt to crawl into her hair.]

Wha--?

[After a brief struggle, Polly settles for allowing the thing to sit on her shoulder, tiny claws curled in her hair as it tries to chew on it. At least it frees up her hands to catch the little orange armadillo as it plays in the nearby stream.]

[Lips pursed, she carries the little creatures back to Kaylee and holds the orange one out to her, which blinks up at the other woman confusedly.]

Re: Croquet Field

[worldturnsshiny]

[Kaylee took the orange armadillo, which at least didn't spread any feathers around. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to smack a bird and an armadillo together, even if the bird had been very frustrating.]

So we gotta hit these cute little guys? Seems like it might... hurt 'em.

[...this was a very strange game.]

Re: Croquet Field

[curious_copycat]

[Polly looked at the little purple armadillo out of the corner of her eye, which continued to happily attempt to devour a strand of her curly red hair.]

[She gives a small frown.]

Well... The man said they're specially bred for this game... So they should be okay. And I think it definitely won't hurt the bird. It's head's really hard.

[After all, she'd recently gotten first-hand knowledge of that.]

[Prying the animal out of her hair, she held it up in front of the green bird-thing. The two creatures seemed to regard one another for a moment, and then the armadillo promptly rolled itself into a ball.]

Re: Croquet Field

[worldturnsshiny]

Huh. Well will you look at that. Guess they're ready for it, at least.

So... go on, let's see it.

Re: Croquet Field

[curious_copycat]

[Polly leads the way to the starting point, which is marked by... a surprisingly normal stake. Polly fishes in her pocket a moment for the whistle that the man had given to her. She blew a short tweet on it, and the meandering mome raths scrambled into position.]

[Setting her armadillo down a few feet from the first wicket, she borrows the mallet bird and gives it a swing. It's a decent hit, and would've gone through, had the wicket not sprung a few inches to the side.]

[Polly smiled. This must be where the challenge came in! She offered the mallet bird back.]

Your turn, I guess!

Re: Croquet Field

[worldturnsshiny]

[Huh. Well this game looked like it could be pretty difficult.]

[Kaylee spent a second trying to anticipate where the wicket would go, then decided to hell with it and hit the armadillo in its direction. The wicket wasn't particularly keen on letting her get the armadillo in, either.]

They're really tricky, aren't they?