Entry 590; Day 1431

[misterblackbird]

[Video Post]
[And a video post of the most accidental sort, it seems clear--I mean, would there ordinarily be all this noise and commotion and flapping wings and squawking in one of Cain's video posts? I find it highly unlikely. Cain himself can be heard shouting, in fact. Alas, the image leaves something to be desired, though glimpses can be seen of the opera house kitchen. It's almost like some very large bird is flying right at Cain and he's trying to wave it off with his Network device in hand. That would explain the furious wings and calls and shouts and somewhat dizzying imagery.

Suddenly! A thud, a clatter, the sound of a breaking plate...

And then, there is only a view...of this...]



[It gobbles...malevolently... It does so twice, in fact... Silence hangs for a moment. And then...]

He-Who-Kills--!!

[A furious charge, a lunge for the device--a clawed foot kicks it aside and Cain can be seen from the edges of the camera scurrying away from the bird's talons and towards the device. His hand closes around it. The sound of wings is much closer now. That sinister gobbling covers all other sound around it, warbling away like some kind of ridiculous demon: gobble gobble gobble... Those flapping wings, those clawed feet, that monstrous sound--!! Can't you hear it? Can't you hear it?

And then...the feed is cut! The video ends! And darkness falls across the image in a blink and--]
[//video post ends]

[ooc: So HWK got himself a turkey. Cain came down to the kitchen to find some tea and met aforementioned turkey. Happy Thanksgiving, Cain.]

Comments

video:

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

[After more laughing than should be allowed. Ever;] Dude. You want some help with that?

video:

[misterblackbird]

[There's really no call for all that, is there?]

I believe I might, yes.

video:

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

[From her point of view? Yes. Yes, there is.]

Where are you? I'll help you get the creature contained.

video:

[misterblackbird]

Do you know the Opera Abandoned, a bit to the south of Misery Square? I'm still in the kitchen at the moment, but I think the turkey has fled down the hallway.

Re: video:

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

I do. I'll be there in a half hour.

video:

[misterblackbird]

I suppose I'll just keep following after this bird until then.

Re: video:

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

That might be wise.

[he_who_kills]

Why you let bird out?!

[misterblackbird]

I believe he let himself out.

[he_who_kills]

Me going to kill bird, YOU OPEN DOOR AND SCARE BIRD AWAY!! Not know what called knock first?!

[misterblackbird]

The bird is still here, believe me. I don't think he's got out into the City.

What good would knocking have done?

[he_who_kills]

Phaah! You knock, me say "No come in", bird dead.

[misterblackbird]

Very well: next time, I shall be sure to knock.

[primrosella]

[Once upon a kitchen dreary, into which Cain wandered, weary,
Simply looking for a bit of tea and scone and little more,
Suddenly, with wingbeats jerky, came a specter, feathered, murky -
Saints preserve, it was a turkey, gobbling 'round the tiléd floor!
Faith, a fierce and fearsome fowl floundering 'round upon the floor!
"What the hell," wept Cain, unsure.]

Is...was that a turkey?

[misterblackbird]

[This^ (I got nothin'. It's too perfect.)]

It still is a turkey, so far as I can tell, even if it isn't here with me at this very instant.

[primrosella]

You can't mean it got out!

[She'd originally been planning to be a little more reserved about this whole discussion, particularly considering somewhat recent developments involving people dying at other people's hands, but the urgency of the turkey revelation takes precedence.]

[misterblackbird]

[Srs convos can happen anytime. Turkey on the loose is right now!! Yes, this is agreeable to Cain. (Actually, he's glad she's speaking to him at all.)]

It got out of the kitchen. It's not got out of the opera house. It may be rampaging around the stage by now.

[primrosella]

[Well, you know. Turkeys.]

Terrorizing it, more like. [A pause.] It's another of He-Who-Kills's holiday adventures, then, is it?

[misterblackbird]

[Very important.]

I suppose he decided we needed a turkey for Thanksgiving. I'd not celebrated Thanksgiving before coming into the City, you know, but I hadn't been under the impression that it was supposed to be a live turkey for that celebration.

[primrosella]

And wasn't there a past year as well, where He-Who-Kills came leaping out of your turkey, even?

[misterblackbird]

Yes, I do believe there was such a year.

[virginwings]

[What in god's name is that animal--!]

What... Hello? Are you okay?

[misterblackbird]

I'm well enough, thank you.