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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[action]

[synanthrope]

[Is that the musky smell of a fox?

Natsumi? Saya's drawn to the common room]

[action]

[chasestail]

[Who are you calling musky?

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

[action]

[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]

[action]

[chasestail]

Areee-rooooroooo.

(People keep trying to feed me cat food.)

[Little legs trot midair]

Yip?

(Has anyone told you you smell funny?)

[action]

[synanthrope]

[She reaches to hold his hindquarters and puts him on her chest]

Are you cursed?

[action]

[chasestail]

Rrrrf. Yip.

(No, it's a new haircut. Yes.)

[action]

[synanthrope]

One yip for yes, two for no.

Do you live here

[action]

[chasestail]

Yip!

(And I can count.)

[He scrabbles a little further up, getting pawholds on her shoulder.]

[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.]

[action]

[synanthrope]

Do you occasionally sleep in my bed?

[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.]

[action]

[chasestail]

Roooooo.

(Occasionally.)

Yip.

(Hi.)

[action]

[synanthrope]

Hello, Robert.

[She holds him with one arm on her chest]

Are you hungry?

[action]

[chasestail]

YipyipyipYIPYIPyip. Rrrf.

(I came to get an apple I nearly had it it kept rolling away but I was going to bite it and -

sorry. Yes.)

[action]

[synanthrope]

[With her free arm she gets the apple and takes the first bite - just so he has a ledge to grip - and offers it to him.]

[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?]

[chasestail]

[The network device has been propped up to get a good view of the door. Either he knows he's broadcasting or staring down into the screen made his neck ache.]

Rrrf-roo yip? Yipyipyip. Arf?

(You do know I'm... what am I? I'm loud and small and furry. I don't sound like a cat. I feel like a rat on stilts. Do you know I'm me?)

[Said between backward glances as he trots away and starts to try to nudge his network device towards the door with him.]

[action]

[chasestail]

[It's a messy process, this, and possible she should have put him down first. He grumbles an apology - mouth full - as fragments of apple cling to her neck.]

Re: [action]

[synanthrope]

[She seems unbothered, but her jaw is working to chew - she doesn't eat solid food often, a little bite won't hurt her but chewing is sort of foreign.]

I could offer liver, too.

[action]

[chasestail]

Yrrrff.

(This is good, thanks.)

[Sticking his face in a bowl of raw meat sounds about as appealing to his still-human sensibilities as did the cat food. Besides which, the apple is surprisingly filling. Less than half way through he pauses for a break, laying his head against her shoulder.

Then, curious, nudging his wet nose into the seam between shoulder and neck.]

[action]

[synanthrope]

[She's warm but doesn't smell like anything.]

Have you had a trying day?

[action]

[chasestail]

[She really doesn't. Even a chair would smell of the polish. His sniffing is noisy enough to be heard.]

Rooo-yipyip.

(There's been a lot of trying involved.)

[Trying to negotiate the world when you're less than a foot high and lacking an opposable thumb? Well, it's a bitch.]

[action]

[synanthrope]

The smell won't come, Robert.

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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?

[action]

[chasestail]

[If it were possible for a fox to look sheepish, he might.]

Rff-reeeeee. Roo yip?

(I've never wondered if spiders left a scent trail before. No Sweat glands?)