Dear Abby's got nothing on our resident space koala. Ask anything you'd like and get an IC response. Sadly, I can't make any guarantees that the answers will be particularly verbose. Or polite. Or intelligible...

With that in mind, fire away!

The sun breaks over a calm autumn scene. Mist rolls from the gently lapping lake, shrouding the forest and outbuildings in an opaque blanket. It's early, Too early for the dawn chorus of birdsong, too early for nearly anything to be stirring much at all. The silence is punctuated by a familiar sound.

Snufflesnufflesnufflesnufflesnuffle.

There is a ( Read more... )

Stitch leads the way down the path to a white sandy beach, the surfboard held carefully over his head. It's unseasonably warm here, as evidenced by the thriving palm tress and various other tropical flora. A warm, salt laden breeze ruffles his fur and results in an eager grin. The crash of waves is somewhat less than he's used to though. A lot less ( Read more... )

For the linguistically gifted pups (and anyone who's just curious) I present a roughly translated list of Stitch's in-canon vocabulary. Please keep in mind that tone of voice has a lot of weight in his language, just as it does in most of ours. "Gaba ika tasoopa?" accompanied by a placating shrug is quite a different question than "Gaba ika tasoopa ( Read more... )

It was raining. It almost always rained in the afternoons. Admittedly the rain was relatively sparse this late in August, but that did little to alleviate the boredom. Fat drops beat against the windows and was met by the rhythmic thudding of a tennis ball striking a wall. Thud, bounce, catch. There was very little movement to indicate that the ( Read more... )