Twenty-first hyperresonance. (Video -- backdated to the 8th.)

[adesiretochange]

[The feed comes on to a panicky Luke, who is outside his house looking kind of disheveled at the moment.

... well, he looks more like he'd been frantically running about the town at the forests outside, but details, details.]

Guys? I NEED YOUR HELP.

[He takes a moment to catch his break before glancing into the feed.]

Right. Small white puppy who's got

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[bye_to_yer_head]

Yeah, went lookin' fer him a few days ago, but can't find him. Takin' it you ain't seen him neither?

[adesiretochange]

No. I thought he just ran off to explore the place, but... he never came back.

[bye_to_yer_head]

He's a resourceful sort, I don't think he'd be in trouble. Probably jus' got sent home. That seems t' be how this place works.

[adesiretochange]

That's what the others said...

[Poor Luke. He looks like he's ready to cry at any moment...]

[bye_to_yer_head]

I wouldn't worry too much 'bout it mate. Maybe he'll come runnin' back good as new, off on some adventure or somethin'.

[adesiretochange]

Maybe... wonder what kind of adventure he's having right now...

[bye_to_yer_head]

Somethin' better than this rotten place I'm sure. New things t' sniff, new people t' meet. He'll be okay.

[adesiretochange]

Probably. Sounds like him, at any rate.

[And he laughs at the thought.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yep. He's better off.

*Though it kind of sucked for the rest of them.*

I know it ain't th' same but th' pet store here sells dogs. Might not be a bad idea if yer lonely or somethin'.

[adesiretochange]

Yeah... might be a good idea if I don't see him again after a while.