[Accidental Video - forward dated to Saturday morning]

[horseish]

[Oh hello City! It's a Saturday morning on the last weekend of the month, which means it just wouldn't be normal unless someone around here woke up as an animal.

The camera first opens on Thor the Golden Lab, snoozing happily on his dog bed. When suddenly something small, fuzzy, and lightly beige-ish coloured comes barreling in from out of frame, landing directly on him and yipping happily. The lab wakes with a start, whining. He gives the puppy a sharp poke with his nose, growling a little as a warning before curling back up again to sleep. Kids these days.

Clearly bored now, the puppy wanders off to find someone more interesting.]








[ooc: Bobby is a coyote puppy for the weekend! Forward dated as I'm going out tonight and tomorrow and wanted to get this up.]

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[hulkbusted]

[Saturday morning, which means that Bruce is up and enjoying his morning meditation in front of the view window in the living room. The dogs are well-behaved and generally quiet (he likes to think that's Sif's doing) meaning that he doesn't pay too much attention to four-legged wanderers when he's sitting in lotus and clearing his head for the day.]

[horseish]

[The dogs are too sleepy to be very exciting yet. Whereas Bobby is an early riser and already bouncy with the excitement of four legs and fur and senses like she's never experienced before. Which means she obviously has to wander over and sit facing Bruce for a while, head tilted until he starts acting less boring, too.]

[coyote_walking]

[If the coyote pup were to wander outside on her own, she just might run into Mercy in coyote form, having a bit of a wander on a lovely day.]

[horseish]

[She did find her way out of the apartment eventually. It's a beautiful day and her nose is full of all sorts of smells of Spring about to come - fresh dirt and wet leaves and the promise of flowers.

Then a strangely familiar smell hits her nose and she can't help but wander close, trying to find the source of it.]

[coyote_walking]

[Mercy was... more than surprised to run into not only another coyote - which she'd never done in all the time she'd been here - but a coyote pup. She slowly made her way towards the small creature, doing her best to appear non-threatening. Of course, if the pup knew how to use her nose, she'd be able to smell that Mercy meant her no harm.]

[horseish]

[She isn't practiced enough to be able to tell every scent from each other, but she certainly doesn't feel threatened yet. She wanders a little closer, nose to the ground carefully.]

[coyote_walking]

[Mercy lowered herself to the ground and lay there waiting for the little one to approach her and giving her ample opportunity to sniff.]

[horseish]

[She noses her for a while, small careful prods with her snout, sniffing the whole time.

She doesn't seem dangerous but you really never know. Which is why the most logical thing for Bobby to do next is POUNCE on her!]

[coyote_walking]

[Mercy gave a dramatic sigh and rolled over, exposing her belly and neck so the pup could claim victory.]

[horseish]

[Haha! She alternates between growling and yipping as she nips playfully at her neck. This is fun! Again?]

[coyote_walking]

[It was fun! Mercy rolled out from under and gave herself up to playing, dodging in and out and teasing the little one.]

[horseish]

[She keeps yipping, dodging and snapping playfully. This is so much better than being a little girl!]

[coyote_walking]

[Mercy was happy to play along. She'd never had this opportunity before. Werewolves were made not born and she'd never met anyone else like her, so there'd never been pups to play with. She mock-growled and let herself be pounced upon.]

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[trenchknives]

[If coyote Bobby were to head outside, she might run into Jimmy being practically dragged down the street as he walks his own dog. He's reading as he walks, not noticing where he's going, and it's certainly possible that his little dog will get out of hand and chase after Bobby.]

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[horseish]

[But what's this! More dogs! Bobby has had a seriously excellent time jumping on everyone she sees on four legs today, and this will be no exception. She waits until they're passing by her cover of a garbage bin and POUNCES, startling the small dog and then tearing off down the street in escape. Sorry Jimmy. You're just along for the ride.]

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[trenchknives]

[It takes Jimmy several minutes to even notice his dog has taken off, and then to realize that another, larger dog is chasing him.]

Wait! Nucky! Get the hell back here!

[When he'd named his dog Nucky, he didn't think he'd have to call after him like this. He feels ridiculous as he sets off down the street after the two dogs.]

[horseish]

[Bobby makes a leap onto a nearer garbage dumpster, yipping excitingly at the small dog. Hahaha, victory is hers!]

[trenchknives]

[Jimmy finally catches up, grabbing Nucky's leash and pulling him to his side.]

C'mon. You don't run off like that!

[He looks at the coyote on the dumpster, frowning. He hasn't seen that one around before.]

[horseish]

[She yips again. Make sure that dog is in line so she can get down.]

[trenchknives]

[He finally scoops up the dog and holds him under his arm, making sure he doesn't go after Bobby.]

action;

[candothat]

[Whereas some people wake up as another gender.

Now that Chekov is appropriately attired, he's having a grand time talking to acquaintances and seeing how long it takes them to determine that he is indeed himself. The accent has, thus far, given him away more often than not.

Not that coyote pups care. When he sees Bobby--not that he knows it's her, of course--he crouches and mumbles nonsense to her in Russian.]

[horseish]

[Oh hey, someone she doesn't know. Coyote Bobby is enjoying the relative freedom she gets in four legged form and wanders over to sniff (his? her?) hand.]

[candothat]

[He waits for her to finish her smell inspection and, on the off chance that this is someone he knows who is cursed (it's a good possibility), he switches to English.]

Are you a dog? You look unusual for a dog.

[horseish]

[She shakes her head. Maybe it's an answer, maybe it's fleas. You decide.]

[candothat]

[Whatever. A cute little furry animal is a cute little furry animal.

Chekov chooses to assume that the critter is sentient. That's usually a safe approach.]

Then are you hungry? I was an animal, once; I became very hungry.