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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-10 04:03 pm
majorlyugh) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-10 04:03 pm
[who let the dogs out?]
WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: Major/Ravi's cabin, around the village
WHEN: Mid-October
OPEN TO: All, specific starter for Ravi
WARNINGS: PUPPIES.
Major had been lured outside by the sound of whimpering. Every ounce of softness and kindness he'd ever held in his body had been tingling like a small fire, spreading over the expanse of his body from head to toe at the sound. When he had opened the door, two boxes were sitting side-by-side on the porch - one about half the size of the other and, to his surprise, moving around like one of those fake ferret toys for cats, the kind that's glued to a mechanical ball that moves around.
Only a little less erratic.
He took the stationary box in first, setting it off to the side of the living room, before returning to get the one that had now seemed to calm down a little bit. As he lifted it, there was a quiet yelp from the inside, and Major knew in an instant what the mystery box's contents were, without having to remove the lid.
He sets the box down in the middle of the living room, carefully lifting up the cover to reveal the small, Basset Hound puppy gazing up at him inside. At the sight of his face, it lets out another yelp, this one happier but still pleading, and tries to stand on its hind legs to see outside the open top of the box. It doesn't quite have the hang of what it means to be coordinated yet, and so it tumbles backwards, causing a very loud "AWW!!" to come rushing out of Major's mouth.
He reaches inside, carefully scooping the puppy up in his arms. Once near enough, it begins to lick his face and squirm around in his grip. As Major's trying to check the box for any other dog-related items, the puppy manages to wiggle its way out of his arms and, before he can manage to do anything to stop it, runs straight out of the door that Major's foolishly left open by mistake.
He opens his mouth to shout a name, but realizes he doesn't have one at the ready, so he shouts the only thing he can think of:
"HEY! ... HEY YOU! COME BACK!" as he scrambles to his feet and out the door, chasing after the bounding, long-eared puppy.
WHERE: Major/Ravi's cabin, around the village
WHEN: Mid-October
OPEN TO: All, specific starter for Ravi
WARNINGS: PUPPIES.
Major had been lured outside by the sound of whimpering. Every ounce of softness and kindness he'd ever held in his body had been tingling like a small fire, spreading over the expanse of his body from head to toe at the sound. When he had opened the door, two boxes were sitting side-by-side on the porch - one about half the size of the other and, to his surprise, moving around like one of those fake ferret toys for cats, the kind that's glued to a mechanical ball that moves around.
Only a little less erratic.
He took the stationary box in first, setting it off to the side of the living room, before returning to get the one that had now seemed to calm down a little bit. As he lifted it, there was a quiet yelp from the inside, and Major knew in an instant what the mystery box's contents were, without having to remove the lid.
He sets the box down in the middle of the living room, carefully lifting up the cover to reveal the small, Basset Hound puppy gazing up at him inside. At the sight of his face, it lets out another yelp, this one happier but still pleading, and tries to stand on its hind legs to see outside the open top of the box. It doesn't quite have the hang of what it means to be coordinated yet, and so it tumbles backwards, causing a very loud "AWW!!" to come rushing out of Major's mouth.
He reaches inside, carefully scooping the puppy up in his arms. Once near enough, it begins to lick his face and squirm around in his grip. As Major's trying to check the box for any other dog-related items, the puppy manages to wiggle its way out of his arms and, before he can manage to do anything to stop it, runs straight out of the door that Major's foolishly left open by mistake.
He opens his mouth to shout a name, but realizes he doesn't have one at the ready, so he shouts the only thing he can think of:
"HEY! ... HEY YOU! COME BACK!" as he scrambles to his feet and out the door, chasing after the bounding, long-eared puppy.
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"Any what now?" he asks, looking up at Natasha. "I get that you're like, a living video game character, and you might as well be running around breaking pottery for hearts and rupees and all, but I'm a jock. A socially conscious, heart-of-gold jock. What's paracord?"
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Minor objects to the twenty five percent reduction in petting, and she goes back to it. "It's grown beyond the official use, which is of course in parachutes. I was thinking that, because of the give, it might do for a temporary harness. The nice part is that it can then be taken apart, adjusted, rewoven as he grows. Means there's no wasted resources. If you don't have any, we can use this." She probably wouldn't be offering if not for the fact that she has more at home, but he doesn't have to know that. At the moment, it's not a strain to use some on a dog. If it ever becomes a strain, well, she'll deal with the ill will of having to take it back when it comes up.
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Her offer gets a brow lift and a flicking glance back and forth between her face, Minor, and the bracelet.
"Wait, really?" he asks, finally settling his gaze on her for longer than a second. "It's cause of him, isn't it?" He points towards the puppy who's being so god damned cute that Major was definitely experiencing a random bout of cute aggression. "You know that having me as an owner sets him up for failure, so whatever you can do to help give him the best fighting chance .. Is that it?"
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She raises the bracelet to her mouth, using her teeth and tongue to quickly slip the toggle out of the ring so that she doesn't have to stop petting Minor entirely. "It's because we're a small group of people here working against pretty harsh odds to survive. If we don't help each other, we're fucked. Yes, we're talking about a puppy harness and not basic food and shelter, but the principle is the same. We help each other, because everyone is more likely to fail on their own. It's a sliding scale, but... everyone could use better odds, right?" She waits a beat, then begins unraveling the bracelet, tucking the toggle into her shirt pocket. "And yes, I'm pretty sure this little guy doesn't stand a chance if you don't get some help. I could see you wasting an entire set of sheets trying to make something usable. That doesn't do anyone any good. You're still going to give up your shoelaces for a temporary leash, though. He is your dog."
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"Uh, what're you --" he starts, seeing her start to chomp down on her bracelet. He almost thinks to suggest going to the Inn to get some food for her until everything clicks, and he gets what she's doing. "Yeah, yeah, you've got a point. I mean, I'm a liberal ex-social worker from Seattle, so I'm all about helping each other to the best of our abilities because it ensures our greatest chance of survival. I just .. uh, didn't think I was gonna have to be living that out like this. In a strange village, floating in some altered plane of existence." He opens his mouth to protest her suggestion that he isn't smart enough to fashion some kind of harness, but she isn't exactly wrong, either. "Yeah, okay. Shoelaces," he says with a slight pout, stopping to pet the puppy to go about undoing his boot's laces.