PETTING ZOO

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WHO: Everyone and their pets!
TONE: Zoo-like
RATING: PG/PG-13 for possible naked pets
WHEN: June 1st - 2nd
WHERE: Anywhere! You can put a location in the subject line if you want
WHAT: Pets have turned human in a Transfigurations spell gone wrong.

Comments

[prototypical_dave]

[He blushes when she figures out who he is by his size. I-it's not like he's the only small owl in the owlery /sob]

How'd you guess?

[stormfly]

You are too small and too noisy.

[prototypical_dave]

[He shifts his arms like he would be frustratedly fluttering his wings, his eyebrows knitting together.]

Wow, rude. You must be Stormfly.

[stormfly]

[She makes a strange, throaty noise, trying to imitate how the whoman laugh.]

You are smarter than I thought.

[prototypical_dave]

[He looks startled at the noise, and then makes one of his own in an almost questioning tone.]

I try?

[stormfly]

You are much younger than most of the other owls. I thought you would know less than us. But there are those with my years who would not have known it was me.

[prototypical_dave]

Oh. I talked to your whoman through these journal things that they use to talk to each other. She's interesting.

I think she's just as confused about all the human dangly parts as I am.

[stormfly]

She is a good whoman. Thank you. And yes, there are too many parts. Besides...

[She twists her head to the side, not as far as she usually could.]

This is inconvenient for hunting.

[prototypical_dave]

[Sprite looks down to his feet, which are bare after he argued with Dave over whether he should wear socks and shoes.]

Yeah, and these things aren't good for grabbing shit.

[He zones out a little as a small beetle flies into his peripheral vision, arm reaching out to nab it before he casually pops it into his mouth. Old habits die hard.]

The thumbs are useful, though.

[stormfly]

They are! If this is to last, it might make up for what has happened to our talons.

[prototypical_dave]

Maybe.

I doubt it'll make up for our wings, though.

[stormfly]

The whomans can fly without wings.

[prototypical_dave]

So Dave tells me. But if it was anywhere near as useful, they wouldn't use us to send their letters.

[stormfly]

I think they just believe they have better thing to do with their time.

And think we have nothing to do beyond deliver their mail.

[prototypical_dave]

Then they make it so that they're right.

[A shudder.]

I'm glad Dave doesn't keep me in a cage over breaks.

[stormfly]

They do. Which means they win, I suppose.

I like whomans, but not everything they do... Astrid doesn't cage me, either. She lets me hunt.

[prototypical_dave]

I'm used to them because I don't know anything else.

And the Striders are good whomans. Dave talks to me a lot. That's probably why I started talking so easily now that we're whoman too.

[stormfly]

Astrid does not speak to me much. She reads her textbooks out loud over breaks, though. You do sound more like the whomans.

[prototypical_dave]

I think he might be afraid of me now that he knows that I've been able to understand him.

He needs someone to talk to who doesn't talk back, sometimes.

[stormfly]

Oh? And why is that?

[prototypical_dave]

He's a needy whoman. It's good for needy whomans to have someone there who will listen to them. Even if it's an owl.

Still, he's told me a lot of things, and I think he's afraid that now that I can talk, I'll tell people.

[stormfly]

...Very interesting.

Will you tell people?

[prototypical_dave]

Are you kidding? He trusted me.

We're bros.

[stormfly]

Good. Very good.