Video - Pet Rock
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[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.)