020: VIDEO

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[Not long after midnight and the scrub room at the hospital looks like it's been deserted by one very messy surgeon. Crumpled, bloodied blue cotton lies in a pile on the tiled floor.]

YIP. YIPYIPAWOOO.

[And then something starts nudging the network device until it's leaning up against the heap. Something with a little wet nose, a little furry face, and ears. Not so little ears.]

YIP RRRRRR.

[Device placed to show the heavy swing doors, the creature (smaller than a cat, not quite as long as a side of A4) rushes headlong into them, failing to make any impact whatsoever. Scrabbling with his sharp claws has an equally dismal effect.]

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

[But at least they're soundproof.]


[ooc: GRAB BAG! Chase will be a fennec fox for the duration of the weekend, please feel free to run into him anywhere over any part of it, or video tag for yipping and contemporary mime. He will be let out of the scrub room!]

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[synanthrope]

[Is that the musky smell of a fox?

Natsumi? Saya's drawn to the common room]

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[chasestail]

[Who are you calling musky?

Chase is busily trying to roll an apple out of the bowl on the table using his nose.]

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[synanthrope]

You're not Natsumi.

[Natsumi is a white kitsune.]

What are you doing here?

[She reaches to pick him up. No scent no scent]

[as_damaged]

[He's lucky for a lot of reasons; lucky she's not gone home yet, lucky she's thumbing through Network posts, lucky she has seen those ears before can recognize the doors behind him.

She pauses for a long moment by the doors, hoping he's got the sense to back away, before pushing them open slowly, looking faintly bemused.]

[chasestail]

[Some sense, ears like satellite dishes, but those doors don't let anything through and so even they haven't picked up on the clicking of her heels.

His claws skid across the floor as one door slowly pushes him back by the nose. Freedom?]

YIPYIPYIP REEEEEEEEEEROOOOOO.

(Don't shut it, don't shut it, someone in here!)

[And he trots forward to peer round, and up, at her.]

[as_damaged]

[The faintest wince, because that is a loud voice for such a little beastie.]

You do know you're broadcasting.

[Meaning she's here just to let him out. She's looking down at him, arms crossed loosely in front of her, foot holding the door. Well, now what?]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Let's not ask why Angela is working on the weekend. It should be illegal, but it's not. Behind her is hospital cafeteria, half darkened due to the night hour.]

Why do I not have clearance at a time like this?

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[chasestail]

[Luckily there should be a doctor or two (or one in particular) with the right swipe card to rescue him along shortly. For now he trots over to peer at the screen.]

Yip? Yipyipyipyipyip! Rrroooo.

(Are you in the hospital? Tell security. Tell security. Wait don't tell security, they'll have me tagged as a biohazard.)

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[thenormalsquint]

[Oh, Chase, you foxy thing. Unbearably cute. Angela can't help cooing and waving a soggy french fry at the screen.]

Now you know I don't speak Adorable.

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[dignity_misery]

[She told you your noises would upset the dog, Chase, and Rex is in fact staring down into the camera with ABSOLUTE CONSTERNATION right now before barking back excitedly.

By golly he would love to chase you around and make you squeal. His drooling definitely suggests this.]

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[chasestail]

[None of this addresses the main question. Why is there a dog on the network?

There's a furry faced face-off for a few minutes solid, Chase whining something that can't be translated but seem to be instinctive fox obscenities.]

Reeeeeee..... YIPYIPYIP. AWOOOOYIP.

(Who let you chew on the device? If anyone's going to look at me like they want to eat me, I'd rather it wasn't you. Where's Carla?)

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[dignity_misery]

[Rex just keeps on yapping away before inevitably picking the device up in his mouth and padding out into the living room to lay it at his mistress's feet. He really does think he's quite clever when he does it, hoping to be reassured of it, especially when she is out of sorts. It makes him anxious!]

What are you barking at... [There is the lady in question, grumbling with head resting on the arm of the couch. She is really very disinclined to move and pick her phone up.] Stop chewing on it, Rex. Disgusting...

[Finally, she hefts herself up, leaning down to get it off the floor and take a bleary look at whatever it is that has gotten him into such a tizzy.]

It's a rodent on a screen. It's not even an actual rodent.

[Sigh. Stupid dog.]

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[hexuality]

[HORROR, OKAY.]

This is not my fault this time.

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[chasestail]

Awooooooooooo YIP?

(Yours? This time?)

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[hexuality]

Oh, for the love of Merlin, you don't even remember that. I suppose I should be glad.

[She doesn't look it.]

Well, you're about as itty as ever, aren't you.

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[auguria]

[Jast crouches down curiously to stare at this little foxy face as it scurries by on the street. Eventually twittering,]

Greetings, Doctor Chase. Keeping busy?

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[chasestail]

[And Chase skitters to a halt, skidding just a little on paws developed for sandier terrain.

He looks up, confused.]

Reeee awrf yip?

(Are you... speaking bird?)

[Why can he understand it?]

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[auguria]

[He gives a fluttering little laugh, laying the back of his hand flat against the ground in greeting.]

That's right, birdsong comes much easier.

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[worldofourown]

[It's a rodent-thing :|]

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[chasestail]

[Pressing its nose to the screen and sniffing. Instinct, Karl.]

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[worldofourown]

The City's abducting rats now...?

[...is that even a rat?...]

[archivy]

[ Well. There's a little girl actually letting out a rather atypical squeal when seeing him. ] Oh, you're very cute.

[chasestail]

[Oh, petting incoming, he's learning to recognise the signs. Still, he stops to let her catch up with him - she's only a kid.]

Yip-awww yip yip!

(If we were both a little bigger I'd be more flattered by that.)

srsly chase srsly

[vicodincrutch]

[Or maybe he isn't. Maybe it's just a coincidence.]

srsly chase srsly

[chasestail]

[Look at this expression, House. It's reserved only for you.]