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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[chasestail]

[The apologetic wrinkle to his nose is the same in both forms, apparently.]

Awoo-woo-rrrr.

(Sorry about that. Maybe... twenty minutes?)

[He trots back into the living room ahead of her, pausing in front of the couch - expected destination - then making a dash to the opposite side at the emergence of a low, threatening yowl.]

[as_damaged]

I've been in the other room anyway.

[Leaning against the doorframe, tea in hand, her eyes are on the lashing edge of a grey tail peeking from beneath the sofa. She's not sure if it's the scent of fox, or the noise-- if she had to guess that would be it, though-- but there is clearly no possibility of peace here.]

[chasestail]

[And to think, he's more used to complaining that the cat uses him as an easy chair.]

Roo?

[Other room?]

[as_damaged]

[She hesitates a moment, but inclines her chin towards the bedroom. It's not as though there's anything particularly private on display, and she doesn't want to antagonize the cat more than necessary.

It's not as though he's never been in there, either.]

It's all right,

[she murmurs, though the words might as well be for herself as she takes the first steps down the hall.]