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Two ☼ Voice/Text/Action for house
April 8th, 2012 01:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aggrievance[The feed turns on to one Rose Lalonde who appears to just be...sitting in her room; it doesn't appear as if anything is out of the ordinary, despite the soft chirping in the background.
Oh how wrong this impression is.]
Is it a customary event for one to discover a multitude of dyed infant birds upon one's roof? Sadly, my lack of memory regarding the various nuances of this place leaves me somewhat ignorant of-
Chirp.
[Oh. That one was definitely from her. Rose's normal composure slips for a minute; one may take in that momentary slip as her face crumples in dismay before it vanishes. Afterwards, she presses her lips firmly together and chooses instead to type the rest of her post.]
As I was saying.
My forcibly-induced amnesia leaves me ignorant in regards to this area's various fauna and the colors within.
Regardless, despite the delightful coloring, my humble abode finds itself gaining far too many mouths to feed. If you find yourself of a particularly sympathetic mindset, feel free to contact this post requesting we relinquish one of our many bundles of joy, per request of yet another feathered friend who
( Colored text under cut )
[At the mention of this feathered friend, she looks up suddenly, as if struck by something. Whatever it was, judging by the way her brow furrows, it doesn't seem to be a particularly pleasant something.]
Davesprite?
Chirp.
Davesprite, where are you? [If one didn't know any better, one would think that was a lining of panic in her voice.] I know you did not saddle the fate of these chicks with me.
Chirp.
[When there's not an instant answer, Rose frowns in visible distress before she quickly shuts the feed off to get up and find him herself.]
(OOC: Joint post with Rose and Davesprite! Guess who unwittingly had a Marshmallow Peep and imprinted on one particular feathery asshole.)
Oh how wrong this impression is.]
Is it a customary event for one to discover a multitude of dyed infant birds upon one's roof? Sadly, my lack of memory regarding the various nuances of this place leaves me somewhat ignorant of-
Chirp.
[Oh. That one was definitely from her. Rose's normal composure slips for a minute; one may take in that momentary slip as her face crumples in dismay before it vanishes. Afterwards, she presses her lips firmly together and chooses instead to type the rest of her post.]
As I was saying.
My forcibly-induced amnesia leaves me ignorant in regards to this area's various fauna and the colors within.
Regardless, despite the delightful coloring, my humble abode finds itself gaining far too many mouths to feed. If you find yourself of a particularly sympathetic mindset, feel free to contact this post requesting we relinquish one of our many bundles of joy, per request of yet another feathered friend who
( Colored text under cut )
[At the mention of this feathered friend, she looks up suddenly, as if struck by something. Whatever it was, judging by the way her brow furrows, it doesn't seem to be a particularly pleasant something.]
Davesprite?
Chirp.
Davesprite, where are you? [If one didn't know any better, one would think that was a lining of panic in her voice.] I know you did not saddle the fate of these chicks with me.
Chirp.
[When there's not an instant answer, Rose frowns in visible distress before she quickly shuts the feed off to get up and find him herself.]
(OOC: Joint post with Rose and Davesprite! Guess who unwittingly had a Marshmallow Peep and imprinted on one particular feathery asshole.)
