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Dec. 14th, 2011 09:27 pm
pterosaur: (💔Quickly lost)
[Just a shot of snow, which would be pristine if she hadn't written on it by dragging a stick through, deeply enough to show dead leaves underneath. The words are visible enough, but it's just this one part which is in frame.]

-nd ran away from:
family
school
the old crew
everyone I knew
my own species
my world
and people who n[the rest is cut off.]
pterosaur: (💮To be living with the living?)
So I got this.

[Her head ducks out of view for a moment - s-chunk! - and there's the tip of her beak on screen. She's impaled the edge of the invite Rose left her on the sharp tip of her lower mandible and now shows it off, holding it still for long enough to let watchers read/recognize it. From the look of it, this isn't the first time she's picked it up by stabbing. There is no expression on the part of that huge face which is visible, wouldn't be even if the whole thing was visible, but she sounds amused.]

Rooftop, huh? Better hope it's reinforced. I should work on my landings. Loki could manage on something that size, but he's been doing this longer than me. [She repositions that head to the usual angle, where not much aside from one eye and one nostril are visible.]

...I can bring a dead fish. Probably should, actually. I have to eat a lot. And-

[She has no facial expression to change, but her translucent inner eyelid slides across to cover that eye, making it seem a little paler.]

Saint Nick... I'd like to be with Loki again. Maybe see the others, just to know -

[Her head moves, raised up out of view.] ...the hell?
pterosaur: (🎧Trail away your robes of sorrow)
[The device is hanging from the base of Janine's neck. There's a fringe of pale not-hair, which on that part of her body is fluffy and almost cravat-like, hanging over the upper edge of the screen. Most of the rest of her isn't visible, but wing-arms on each side and the underside of a perspective-distorted long beak are coming in and out of view.]

[She's on sand, using a big clawed left wing-hand to drag large flat shells and bleached white sand dollars out in front of her, extending her beak to pierce each with a pock! and, more often than not, a crack! as it breaks. Then, if it's intact she scoots it out of view across the sand with her beak; if not, she uses a big clawed right wing-hand to drag the pieces away and, after a pause, there's the left again.]

[Meanwhile, she's projecting a certain song. It's not quite a recording; there's the instrumental fine, but the words are a little off, and the singer sounds similar to but not exactly like Phil Harris.]


*pock-crack!* Now give me the secret man-cub! *pock!* I made a deal with you! *pock-crack!*

Come on *pock-crack!* clue me, what you'd do *pock-crack!* show me the powah, of man's red flowah- *pock-crack!

[There's a frustrated caw.]
pterosaur: (🌠My wounds while I squeal at the hurt.)
[The device is attached to the trunk of a tree. An enormous beaky head swings into view, one red eye looking into the screen. The beak opens and emits a series of hoarse caws and croaks. A girl's voice sounds at the same time, only vaguely in synch with the beak's movements.]

Testing. Test-ing. Okay, you either work or you don't.

The hell is this? There's a city over there. There are humans in it. Practically everyone on this network thing is human! That... should not be possible. Is this more time travel?

Oh, God, this is more time travel, isn't it. [Her head moves away from the device as she calls out. A shriek emits from her throat.] Philips, Peterefsky! Chambers! Where are you guys? Where's Loki, what happened with Moriarty?

...What is that sound?!

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