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[a_humanitarian]

Da-doo!

Perhaps your pups are in the Cooper homestead.

Shoop da-doo!

Or maybe sleeping (if they're lucky, in a bed).

Zedd da-doo!

Or even walking in a world that's mostly dead.

Apoc-a-loo!

When suddenly, and without warning, there is this:

To-tal e-clipse of the sun!Or a bang and a flash. Whichever seems more likely. It's also a possibility

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[nobodysdog]

Wolfgang, it has to be said, is nowhere near the Cooper homestead, which is in Kansas and he, first Baron of Vegas, is not even aware of its existence.

He's usually not aware of the existence of plants, either. They register on his consiousness from the outside - background scenery to a life that involves lots and lots of meat and very little eating of his greens.

But this is a strange and unusual plant, even in the middle of the strange desert he lives in.And more than that - it smells out of place.

So soon there is a naked, blond man sitting cross legged in front of the plant, head tilted curiously.

It's possible he's debating chewing on it.

[a_humanitarian]

It's possible it's debating chewing on him.

The plant, well... sits there. It's a plant. What more do you expect it to do?

Oh, all right, maybe it's shifted a little.

But all plants do that. It's all to do with the movement of the sun and stuff.

Certainly, there can be no solid logic or hard fact behind the sense that it's watching Wolfgang closely.

[nobodysdog]

Either a whole lot of minions pack friends of Wolfgang's aren't around, or they're giving him a wide berth, because who'd hang around while their leader tried to commune with a plant?

Wolf inhales deeply, and because it helps sometimes to get more information in a different form, he shifts.

There's now a heavy set blond wolf sniffing curiously at the plant.

[a_humanitarian]

A wolf? Feh. Wolf blood doesn't smell nearly as appetizing as human, in the plant's humble opinion. Besides which, species memory means it's now rather worried about being weed on.

The plant's tiny, toothy pod shifts almost imperceptibly, in a gesture that in a human could plausably be called turning up its nose.

[thexanwhosees]

When you grow up on a Hellmouth, anything could be potentially strange and unusual.

Huh, a plant. Hey, maybe it's a harmless plant, not demony HOLY CRAP run for your lives kind of plant... right?

The one-eyed carpenter was staring at the little plant in the pot curiously. There might be poking from a stick to the pot soon.

[a_humanitarian]

The plant makes no promises about not being a demony HOLY CRAP run for your life kind of plant. Then again, it does look so small and innocent and helpless. Almost like a little flytrap got heartlessly left out in the cold. What harm could a little thing like that possibly do?

The pod with its odd little pterosaur teeth is safely shut, for now at least, and the leaves quiver very slightly.

D'aww. The poor thing. It looks cold! What kind of cruel person would leave such a sweet little plant out in the snow?

[thexanwhosees]

Well, ok, could be nothing. It did look weird.

He then crouched down to poke it with a stick idly. Seemed safe enough. Buuuut.

"Hey, weirdo plant, hello?"

[a_humanitarian]

...You did not. You did not just poke it with a stick. (Calling it a weirdo, however, is an entirely different matter. Plants like this pride themselves on being weird! It's one of their greatest selling points!)

The plant contrives to look deeply hurt and insulted, as it dips its pod; one gets the impression that it would be making puppy-dog eyes at him if it had, you know, eyes.

It's only a baby. And you poked it with a stick.

Oh, Xander.