uberboned | 038 (Voice/Video) And, all the while, coyote keeps on singing....

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038 (Voice/Video) And, all the while, coyote keeps on singing....

[There's some scratching sounds on the microphone and what to human ears will sound like a frustrated dog's growling is actually Gabriel swearing and trying to urge HIS NEWFOUND PAWS to operate the controls on his journal. After a moment of cojoling, the video clicks on and there's an EXTREME CLOSE-UP OF A PAIR OF AMBER EYES AND A SNOUT... And then Gabriel hops back, revealing... A coyote. Sitting in a chair, tilting his head at the camera.]

...Honestly? I was kinda expecting a lot worse.

[Now watch as he realizes that only the fraction of the Barge that is currently animal in nature actually understands what he just said. HE CAN ONLY BE ANNOYING TO A SMALL PORTION OF THE POPULACE.]

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[Murphy's long-suffering voice drifts through the door.]

Too late. Gabriel's here. Hang on.

[Addressed to the coyoteangel.] Let him in.

[Gabriel flops and lays his head on his paws, so that he's closer to the ground, flicking his ears a little at the yelp and the way she limps over, which is like concern if you squint. Of course, when he speaks, there's nothing but the usual dry smarm.]

Just be thankful I don't feel the need to take advantage of your wounded prey animal state right now. That'd be awkward to explain in the morning.

Tha-- You're wr- ...I don't have a squirrelly f-

[Yeah, Bruce is sulking a little atm.]

[But... but... The Cyndi Lauper was playing and everything. Oh whatever. Gabriel tosses his head and opens the door. WITH HIS BRAIN. So Sam can push his way and be spared the indignity of being teleported. That done, he crosses his paws over each other and looks smug... More smug.]

Great. It's a party now.

[She bites his ear. Hard. :|]

[Sam appreciates this. He nudges the door open and trots on in.]

It's a-- [NO, NOT GONNA SAY "ZOO"] bloody madhouse out there. I think I even saw a cheetah. [He casts a look behind him, then catches sight of his tail and just STARES at it for a moment. No, good, not a threat. He looks back at the others.]

[Gabriel jumps back onto his feet at the risk of.. Having Murphy just dangling from his ear, but it's not so much painful as... Surprising... And okay, a little painful, BECAUSE THESE ARE NEW EARS AND THEY ARE FUZZY AND TENDER AND NOT MEANT FOR GNAWING, DAMMIT.]

Okay. You made your point.

[Murphy gives a little huff of annoyance, limping over to sniff at Sam's nose. She sneezes and looks back at her granny-room.] This is so bizarre.

[Gabriel takes this moment to wander over and.... Loom over everything. Oh yeah. He's the tall one this time. It's awesome.]

I prefer it to being a chick again. If I never have to live through Felicity curls again, it'll still be too soon.

[She dangles for a half-second before landing with another little yip and glaring up at him. She is full of tiny, doggish irritation.]

At least you can get us out of here. I'd hate to be stuck until this is over.

[Gabriel makes an agitated growling sound and paws at his ear uncomfortably.] Y'know, the other predators probably don't like you that much. Just remember that when you're limping for dear life out there in the jungle.

[She bristles again, half-hunkering down, her ears going back as she growls at him. Suddenly, this whole situation is a lot less okay. Being small and able to defend oneself is one thing--being this and injured is entirely another.]

If you're just here to be a smug jackass at me, get lost.

[Sams tail wags ever so slowly as the sniffing ritual commences. Huh, weird.]

I think I'm gonna have to take the.. spontaneous sex change over this. Least I could still open doors without doing this whole... [Sam can't quite do his crazy hand motions, but his paws sort of shuffle a bit, and his tail wags.] complicated routine.

[He rolls his eyes.]

I'm always a smug jackass at you, but... Since I'm not going anywhere, guess I'll just say you win. [He leans over and licks her. Because he can totally get away with it. And it's hilarious. LOOK, IT'S AN APOLOGY LICK, MURPHY. ACCEPT HIS AFFECTION.]

[She ducks away from his tongue, limping over to her bed and vanishing under it. SULKING IN A CORNER. THIS IS NEW.]

[AWW BABY DON'T BE LIKE THAT. Gabriel walks over and pokes his head under the bed.]

Oh c'mon, Murphy. Be a sport.

[He tries working his way further under and realizes he's stuck. He tries backing up... And that doesn't work. Cue a lot of furious scrabbling of his hindlegs as the claustrophobia kicks in before his... Logical "I CAN JUST TELEPORT, DUH" reaction kicks in.]

[She growls and knots herself into a ball in the corner farthest away from him.]

[He makes a frustrated whining sound, because now he's too preoccupied with the fact that he's stuck to note what Murphy's doing.... And then it occurs to him that he's an angel. Duh.

Which just leads to him teleporting them both out from under the bed. VICTORY FOR GABRIEL. He shakes himself off and then flops down, effectively blocking Murphy from making the trip back under the bed.]

You were finished sulking, anyway. You're welcome.

[GLARE. She's giving you the silent treatment, Gabriel.]

*noses open Murphy's door further, sort of looming in the doorway, staaaaring........awkwardly for those who can read that emotion in a wolf*

[HOLY--

The sudden, heavy musk of wolf rolls into the room and Murphy's torn between high-tailing it to safety and getting between her friends and the stranger.

The latter wins out. Shocker. She snarls.] Who's there?

*Harry watches her a moment, that calm stillness wolves have when they're waiting for the other person to decide which way this encounter is going to go, before he remembers he was here for a reason and oh hay, that's Murphy, remember?

He huffs and moves all the way into the room, flopping down and putting his head in his paws* Why didn't you tell me this job came with fur?

...Harry? [Murphy takes a tentative step toward him, then another, slowly forcing herself toward the big creature despite her misgivings.

She snuffles at his fur, detecting the faintest traces of leather, woodsmoke and dust that she unconsciously associates with Harry underneath all the animalish smells. She relaxes and sits down next to him, leaning against his neck.] If I knew it did, I might have reconsidered.

*he sniffs back at her before licking her in a reassurng manner* I doubt it. We both probably would have taken it anyway.

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