[Oh, look, it's Petronilla the Porcupine! She's somehow managed to turn on the communicator, and now she's staring at you. Looking displeased
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[Mal's been going around looking for transformed people who might need help, and also putting out water in convenient places; to that end, she's lugging around a two-gallon plastic jug now half full of water and some plastic cereal bowls. She comes into the common room, sets down a bowl, and pours water into it.]
oh. you so are. XDdamesuccubusJuly 29 2011, 16:48:18 UTC
[Petronilla Porcupine is sat on a couch for two reasons: 1. It's comfortable, and why should she have to sit on the floor just because she's a rodent now? 2. Someone might try to have a seat and not see her, and oh, wouldn't that be fun?
She watches Mal pour the water, getting to her feet and walking...waddling...hopping down off the couch and heading towards her.]
mauahaha. >:DdamesuccubusJuly 30 2011, 03:39:28 UTC
Of course you can't understand me, you're not a porcupine, are you? No, you're a woman who was allowed to keep her pretty face.
[Bitter? Petronilla? Never. She's so above bitter that she doesn't try to stick Mal with her quills when the hand goes out. Instead she waddles a little closer, trying to look as adorable as possible.]
If I just stand here looking pathetic, I wonder if you'll bring me food or try to pet me....
[Aww. Poor thing. Whoever it is, it seems to be in a friendly mood.]
I'm sorry. I ... I suppose I can try and find out what porcupines eat. Or if you can show me if there's someone I ought to contact?
[She takes out her communicator, intending to scroll through the list of names, hoping the porcupine can point her to her warden or inmate. As she does so, she unthinkingly reaches out to pat Petronilla on her head.]
[Petronilla's not even remotely interested in getting help for herself - all she wants to do is harm the pretty woman who was lucky enough to keep her looks during this flood.
Fortunately, the opportunity presents itself when Mal reaches her hand down. Petronilla happily meets her halfway, jumping up so that her back would be in prime position to stick a few quills into the woman's palm.]
Mal lets out a cry of pain and jumps back; there are now a good dozen or so quills stuck in her hand.]
Oh! You ... You did that on purpose, didn't you? [She gives one of the quills a tug and winces; no, of course they're not going to be easy to remove.] Help yourself, then. [She gets to her feet and hurries away, awkwardly managing the water jug in her uninjured hand.]
Of course I did it on purpose! It's your own fault for trying to help.
[She watches Mal storm off and cackles to herself. It was definitely worth it. Petronilla Porcupine drinks a little of the water that was still set out for her, then waddled back to her spot on the couch.]
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She watches Mal pour the water, getting to her feet and walking...waddling...hopping down off the couch and heading towards her.]
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Hello. Can you talk?
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Yes, I can talk. [GLARE.] Don't come close or I'll stick you.
[But poor Mal, she won't be able to understand a word.]
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I'm sorry, I can't understand you at all. Is there anything-?
[She starts to reach out a hand and at the last minute remembers: porcupine. Has pointy bits.]
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[Bitter? Petronilla? Never. She's so above bitter that she doesn't try to stick Mal with her quills when the hand goes out. Instead she waddles a little closer, trying to look as adorable as possible.]
If I just stand here looking pathetic, I wonder if you'll bring me food or try to pet me....
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I'm sorry. I ... I suppose I can try and find out what porcupines eat. Or if you can show me if there's someone I ought to contact?
[She takes out her communicator, intending to scroll through the list of names, hoping the porcupine can point her to her warden or inmate. As she does so, she unthinkingly reaches out to pat Petronilla on her head.]
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Fortunately, the opportunity presents itself when Mal reaches her hand down. Petronilla happily meets her halfway, jumping up so that her back would be in prime position to stick a few quills into the woman's palm.]
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Mal lets out a cry of pain and jumps back; there are now a good dozen or so quills stuck in her hand.]
Oh! You ... You did that on purpose, didn't you? [She gives one of the quills a tug and winces; no, of course they're not going to be easy to remove.] Help yourself, then. [She gets to her feet and hurries away, awkwardly managing the water jug in her uninjured hand.]
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Of course I did it on purpose! It's your own fault for trying to help.
[She watches Mal storm off and cackles to herself. It was definitely worth it. Petronilla Porcupine drinks a little of the water that was still set out for her, then waddled back to her spot on the couch.]
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