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entranceway2014-01-21 02:04 pm
no_nonsense) wrote in entranceway2014-01-21 02:04 pm
Video - Pet Rock
[Susan wasn't the sort of person who liked to make a fuss on the network. This was not to say that Susan didn't make a fuss about things, quite the opposite really, but she didn't like her fussing to be Public. In this one, singular instance, unfortunately, Susan's problem required a bit of a...community touch.
She wasn't happy about it, the asking or the necessity, but there was nothing for it. A network post was required and, as such, a network post she would do. It was worth it, in the end, if it helped her solve her problem...and it was far faster than putting up posters.
For those of you who haven't had the (debatable) pleasure of meeting or speaking to the Duchess of Sto Helit, her appearance might seem a bit odd. Not more odd than sentient suits of armor, of course, but everything was relative. Today, as every day, Susan was clad in a prim, quasi-Edwardian outfit and had her hair pulled back into a tight, unforgiving bun. Unlike every day, however, she was making an effort to look pleasant.
It wasn't really working.]
Alright, now that the excruciating nonsense with the armor and Clicks is through, and everyone's back in their right body, I...require assistance.
[Right, pleasant. Susan put in the effort to smile and look worried. She did the latter far more effectively than the former.]
That is, I need help.
During the commotion, I seem to have lost my pet and I've been unable to locate him.
[Susan held up a notepad with a crudely drawn picture on it. Art was clearly not her strong suit.]
This is approximately what he looks like.
[That's odd. What sort of creature is that?]
He is smallish.
[Well, that looks like a black bow...but the rest of it looks like--]
His name is Rocky.
[A rock.]
...
[Yes, it was definitely a rock with a bow on.]
...
[Susan stared at the screen after that last bit of information and just remained silent, daring anyone to comment. If she was telling a joke, she had the best straight face that had ever been or was ever likely to be. A long moment passed and Susan continued.]
If anyone sees him, I would be grateful if they would let me know. He's rather quick when spooked, but responds to his name. He can be lured with bits of colored chalk and guitar music.
(OOC: Feel free to respond to this post as a network entity or with an action thread below. Susan will be wandering around, holding bits of colored chalk, calling for a pet rock. She will be nearly anywhere in the Mansion, so have at.)
She wasn't happy about it, the asking or the necessity, but there was nothing for it. A network post was required and, as such, a network post she would do. It was worth it, in the end, if it helped her solve her problem...and it was far faster than putting up posters.
For those of you who haven't had the (debatable) pleasure of meeting or speaking to the Duchess of Sto Helit, her appearance might seem a bit odd. Not more odd than sentient suits of armor, of course, but everything was relative. Today, as every day, Susan was clad in a prim, quasi-Edwardian outfit and had her hair pulled back into a tight, unforgiving bun. Unlike every day, however, she was making an effort to look pleasant.
It wasn't really working.]
Alright, now that the excruciating nonsense with the armor and Clicks is through, and everyone's back in their right body, I...require assistance.
[Right, pleasant. Susan put in the effort to smile and look worried. She did the latter far more effectively than the former.]
That is, I need help.
During the commotion, I seem to have lost my pet and I've been unable to locate him.
[Susan held up a notepad with a crudely drawn picture on it. Art was clearly not her strong suit.]
This is approximately what he looks like.
[That's odd. What sort of creature is that?]
He is smallish.
[Well, that looks like a black bow...but the rest of it looks like--]
His name is Rocky.
[A rock.]
...
[Yes, it was definitely a rock with a bow on.]
...
[Susan stared at the screen after that last bit of information and just remained silent, daring anyone to comment. If she was telling a joke, she had the best straight face that had ever been or was ever likely to be. A long moment passed and Susan continued.]
If anyone sees him, I would be grateful if they would let me know. He's rather quick when spooked, but responds to his name. He can be lured with bits of colored chalk and guitar music.
(OOC: Feel free to respond to this post as a network entity or with an action thread below. Susan will be wandering around, holding bits of colored chalk, calling for a pet rock. She will be nearly anywhere in the Mansion, so have at.)
Action
Besides, he has believed in crazier things than a rock that can move on its own.
So when he finds Susan, he does approach and he even has a little box of chalk on him from the closets.]
Do you want to look for Rocky together?
Action
You're very prepared. [Given her tone of voice this was, perhaps, the highest compliment Susan could pay to another person. She approved wholeheartedly.]
I would appreciate the help. [Susan nodded just slightly.] I suspect he's gotten out of here and might be outdoors. I haven't found a bow yet so his should still be on.
[She glanced about and let out a short sigh. Then, abruptly, asked:]
Can you whistle?
Action
[Henry has had a lot of experience with people talking down to him or humoring him when he tried to tell them that fairytales were true, and the stories of real people, not just make believe. So he had experience in believing in the impossible, and understood how it might feel if, say, your pet happened to be a rock who liked colored chalk and no one believed you.
He shakes the chalk box a little and looks at it before offering Susan a friendly smile.]
Sure, Jiminy Cricket taught me how. Does he respond to whistling, too? That's how I call Lucky sometimes, so I've gotten pretty good at it.
Action
[Oddly enough, Susan had never seen the point in talking down to children. If they were articulate and clever, speaking plainly usually did the trick. Unfortunately, adults rarely responded as easily as children and often demanded long explanations or pandering. This was probably why she preferred children.
She took a moment, looked him over, and then motioned as she started toward the garden.]
If a cricket taught you how, I assume you can carry a tune. They're all rather good at it.
Rocky is fond of music and two of us doing it is better than one alone.
Do you know any simple songs?
Action
[Not that he has ever tried, but it can't be that much harder than humming it, right? He tries to whistle a few bars and actually manages to hold the tune, even if it is a little slower.]
Do you know that one?
Action
[Susan had never, in fact, heard that song or any other roundworld nursery tunes and would probably have a slew of complaints about them whenever she did (or, at least, whenever she heard the accompanying words). As it was, Henry had whistled gradually but clearly and Susan was fairly confident she could duplicate it. Unfortunately, Susan was fairly confident regarding a lot of things that she wasn't particularly talented at and musical exploits fell firmly into that category.
As they moved down the hallway, Susan gave 'Mary had a little lamb' a go. She wasn't flat, exactly, but the song had a certain undeniably deadpan quality to it. A musician she was not.]
How was that?
Action
I think he'll get the idea.
[He tugged at the main doors to the garden.]
We won't know until we try, right?