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Post by Leda on Jun 17, 2009 18:07:10 GMT -5
Meanwhile, his owner's expression reflected her mental blue screen of death. "But... But who taught you, then?? Was there an overlander city nearby that you mimicked, or... were your... founders..." Boy it felt odd to use that word with regard to ferals. "...escaped pets... or something?"
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Post by DB on Jun 17, 2009 18:09:38 GMT -5
The tenrec's nose wrinkled. "We built it! We have carpenters, masons, electricians..."
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Post by Leda on Jun 17, 2009 18:10:45 GMT -5
"But how did you learn it??" Phoebe asked in exasperation. On some level she was starting to wonder if he was simply making it up to get a rise out of her.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 17, 2009 18:20:41 GMT -5
"Oh my!" a rather boisterous voice suddenly uttered. Approaching the two with surprising briskness was a woman of rather, ahem, large proportions. Her hair was rolled up in an elaborate bun and around she wore a rather gaudy looking assortment of jewelry, including a large set of pearls around her neck.
"My, my! What an absolutely beautiful looking hedgehog!" she admired, her overly painted lips spreading into a grin. "I've never seen such coloration like that! Is he a purebred? I've been looking for one to mate with my darling little Duchess..."
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Post by Leda on Jun 17, 2009 18:33:22 GMT -5
With such a massive subject change, Phoebe recoiled noticeably away from the rotund presence now occupying much of her personal space, and hugging Dash closer as she did so. "U-Uhm..." she sputtered awkwardly, "he's... he's actually a tenrec... ma'am..."
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Post by DB on Jun 17, 2009 18:34:59 GMT -5
At this point, said tenrec's expression looked remarkably more like a deer. A deer in headlights. And covered in poofed up spines.
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Post by Leda on Jun 17, 2009 18:36:51 GMT -5
Followed by a sharp wince and Phoebe releasing a muffled cry of pain that came out sounding something roughly like, " HNRRRGH!!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 17, 2009 18:41:43 GMT -5
Which the woman really didn't seem to care about. Scrutinizing over Dash, her expression turned to one of immediate disappointment, and even revulsion. "Oh," she stated flatly, her nose wrinkling up in disgust. "Well, so much for that idea then. I'll trust you to keep him away from my Duchess then. She's about to go into heat and only a prize winning show hedgehog like her deserves the best purebred!"
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Post by DB on Jun 17, 2009 18:43:32 GMT -5
The expression remained.
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Post by Leda on Jun 17, 2009 18:53:48 GMT -5
All of a sudden, the florist's flabbergasted disposition melted away into one of ire. "Excuse me, but the least you could do is show even one iota of respect here! This isn't a breeding ranch, it's a veterinary clinic! And furthermore, you barged in on us. You came over here drooling buckets over my tenrec, and now you're suddenly treating him like scum?! He's a beautiful, perfectly behaved beast that you'd be LUCKY to have stud your hedgehog if they were the same species! Although having seen your other face, I wouldn't stud him out to you even if they were compatible!" Rising to her feet, with Dash still in her arms, Phoebe resolutely headed for the far end of the waiting room -- but not before turning on her heel to growl one final zinger. "And by the way, if you're so worried about her getting mounted, stop wasting your money on that god-awful tacky jewelry and invest in a simple chastity belt!"
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Post by DB on Jun 17, 2009 18:56:32 GMT -5
The expression... remained.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 17, 2009 19:08:19 GMT -5
The woman arched one eyebrow at the mad florist, then simply shrugged widely (and I do mean widely) and scoffed loudly into her palm. "Honestly, some people." she uttered condescending as she resumed her seat.
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Post by Leda on Jun 17, 2009 19:17:03 GMT -5
" Honestly, some people..." Phoebe grumbled lowly, claiming a new seat and replacing Dash on her lap.
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Post by DB on Jun 17, 2009 20:17:32 GMT -5
Gaze shifting to Phoebe, the tenrec finally managed to utter something in response to what had just happened. "What... what ish WRONG with you people??"
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Post by Leda on Jun 17, 2009 20:19:26 GMT -5
"Ugh, I know," the overlander agreed, beginning to idly stroke at his fur. "Some people just... UGH."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 17, 2009 20:20:10 GMT -5
This only prompted another amused scoff from across the room.
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Post by dcbishigirl on Jun 17, 2009 21:59:08 GMT -5
Duchess looked up from her toy... and got up heading towards her owner. Only to sit on the floor next to the ...robust woman.
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Post by DB on Jun 17, 2009 22:38:19 GMT -5
"No, I mean...", he gestured wildly, not being able to find the words that would exactly express his... bewildered disgust. "I mean... how can you even ... DO that?? You can't just... I mean even TALKING about... you know..." Insert more gestures here.
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Post by Leda on Jun 17, 2009 22:43:33 GMT -5
Cue arched eyebrow. Dash's very specific motions left little to the imagination as to what he was referring to. "What's so taboo about breeding?"
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Post by SHM 128 III on Jun 18, 2009 0:02:49 GMT -5
@luke@
Meanwhile, while such... interesting discussions were occuring outside, Luke was busy with Venice. So far, everything seemed to be checking out: his reflexes were perfect, there was no sign of illness or infection, and he seemed to be mentally stable (definately a good thing, considering what he was capable of with the power of his mind). There was just one thing left to do...
"Well, Venice, it looks like you have a clean bill of health," Luke announced as he jotted some notes down on his clipboard, "all that's left is to give you your annual flu shot."
The doctor walked to the door before turning back to the hedgemink.
"I have to go get the vaccine from storage. I'll be back in a few minutes, so don't go anywhere, okay?"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 18, 2009 0:10:37 GMT -5
The hybrid's ears folded back. Sure, all that was left was the worst part. "Okay," he announced, gently gripping the end of the table he sat on and kicking his feet beneath him. It wasn't that he necessarily feared getting shots, he just... didn't find them pleasant.
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Post by SHM 128 III on Jun 18, 2009 0:32:41 GMT -5
@luke@
Luke noted Venice's discomfort and smiled to reassure the hedgemink.
"Don't worry, you've done this before. It's just a slight pinch and it sure as heck beats getting the flu. Now, be right back."
And with that, Luke left the room.
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jun 18, 2009 1:35:46 GMT -5
Of course, Venice wouldn't be alone for long... Because, quite frankly, carrits got bored easily. And were rather good at slipping through hallways without being noticed. Of course, it didn't hurt that Venice was in the room next to the room she was staying in. Her ears twitched as she tried to place the familiar voice... besides the vet's, of course. After a moment, she blinked, her ears perking slightly. She felt a lot better today... better enough to try sneaking around and getting a look at the place... Which she then did, slinking up to Venice's exam room, and knocking low on the door quietly before slipping inside. She remembered what happened LAST time she startled the hedgemink. "Hey, silver."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 18, 2009 11:47:08 GMT -5
Looking over at the door Venice found himself blinking in confusion when he saw... nothing. Given he was looking at what would be eye level to a human, so it took a few puzzled seconds to actually realize he should be looking down. And when he finally did, he blinked, recognizing her as the stray he had had lunch with the other day. What was her name? Pookie? Piddles? "Um... hi," he answered, still clearly confused. She was a stray. Why was she in a vet's office?
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jun 18, 2009 13:40:09 GMT -5
In a magnificent display of not caring that she -shouldn't- be here, the one-eyed stra came over, and hopped up onto the table, sitting herself next to Venice. Her ears were twitching slightly, making them swing as she looked at the hedgemink. She couldn't explain it, but she just... trusted Venice for some reason. And not because he fed her... although that was a nice gesture. He just seemed... trustworthy. Which normally would send up red flags for her but... she really needed someone she could trust. Although the vet was getting there. Of course, she never -voiced- any of this. And this silence was getting awkward. "Soooo... what're -you- in here for?"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 18, 2009 13:44:02 GMT -5
"Annual checkup. Also... because I fell in the garbage." he answered, still giving her a confused look. "Why are you here?"
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jun 18, 2009 13:53:26 GMT -5
The carrit blinked, her ears flicking back to rest against her head. "Oh... uhm... sorry about that. You get hurt or something?" She sat for a long moment, hoping he would forget his own question... Then decided to speak anyway. "Food poisoning. Something I ate before I ran into you, I guess. I... collapsed out back. The doc's been taking care of me." She paused, tensing a little as she realized just how much trouble this could get Luke into. The change that came over her was immediate, her entire posture softening a little. She tried to keep other beasts, and Overlanders, out of her problems, and here she was getting a vet into some serious trouble. Her ears still folded back, lining them up side by side down her back, she turned to Venice. Behold, the subconscious performance of "kitten-eyes". "You won't... tell anyone, will you, Ven? That I'm here?"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 18, 2009 15:59:59 GMT -5
"Why would I?" Venice asked, giving her a sideways look that caused the cockatoo-like crest of hair on his head to shift. Sure, he suspected keeping her was probably illegal, but... if anything, he admired the doctor for putting himself at risk like this. It wasn't too unlike something he would do himself. "Dr. Luke's really nice... I wouldn't want to get him into any trouble. As far as being hurt, nah. My owner's just... kinda funny about dirt."
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jun 18, 2009 16:15:21 GMT -5
"That's good... that you're not hurt, I mean. And... I just don't want the doc getting in trouble cuz I'm here." The carrit glanced around the room for a moment, rubbing at an invisibly dirty patch of fur on her leg, generally feeling a bit awkward.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 20, 2009 18:10:03 GMT -5
Idly letting his now unfocused gaze drift toward the floor, his still canted head looking rather lopsided with his bangs leaning to the one side, his mind went blank for a few moments as the two drifted into an awkward silence. As his mind fell into a blank state, he idly realized just how cold it was in the room. It always seemed cold when he came to visit the vet. Blinking out of his vapid stupor, he shrugged one shoulder and rubbed at an arm in an effort to bring warmth to it. "Yeah. I'm sure things'll be okay."
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