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

[uberboned]

[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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VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[Growling, scritching, and then a Murphyvoice.] At least we can talk.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[bythe_books]

There's a small favour.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

For some reason I'm not surprised we're all canine.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[bythe_books]

Makes me wonder what Cissie's turned--

[PAUSE. He sees her reaction in this very post.]

Well, that's not fair.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

...Here's another question; how are we going to get out of our rooms?

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[bythe_books]

Lucky me, a swift breeze'll get my door open. Just a sec.

[There's some scritching and jumping and gnawing sounds, then after a few minutes, the sound of the door creaking open. VICTORY.]

Need a hand? Er. Paw.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

Please. Before Gabriel shows up and gets smugness all over my bedroom.

VOICE - ANIMAL SPEAKYNESS

[bythe_books]

On my way.

[AND INTO SPAM WE GO. Sam's a bit stuck at the door, but damn it, he's trying.]

SPAAAM.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

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

Too late. Gabriel's here. Hang on.

[Addressed to the coyoteangel.] Let him in.

SPAAAM.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[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.

SPAAAM.

[bythe_books]

[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.]

SPAAAM.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[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.

SPAAAM.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[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.

VOICE

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[NO FAIR, MURPHY. THEY SHOWED YOU THEIR FURRY SELVES.]

Lemme guess. You're something really tiny and adorable right now, aren'tcha?

VOICE

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

Bite m-- You know what, I could still take your face off, Gabriel.

Video

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[See Gabriel smugly curling up in his chair. If coyotes had eyebrows, his would be up right now. YOU KNOW THIS TONE, MURPHY. It is his "I am endearing and charming and you secretly adore me" tone.]

Can you reach it?

VOICE

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

Don't tempt me.

Video

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[BRB. SNICKERING.]

You're a Pomeranian right now, aren'tcha?

Voice :|||

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

You're an ass, so that's no change.

Voice

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

The way I figure it, Murphy? You can either switch to video or wait until I come down there. Unlike you guys, I don't have a problem with doors.

Voice

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[Exasperated] I was lucky to get the voice feature to work.

[SPAM]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[HI, TINY MURPHY.]

Lucky for you, I don't use doors.

[AND NOW TO CONSIDER HER TININESS WITH AN AMUSED HEADTILT.]

Well. You're not a Pomeranian or a chihuahua. That was gonna be my second guess.

[SPAM]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[She bristles, glaring at him for a moment before she jumps down from desk to chair and chair to floor, stumbling slightly when she hits the ground. There might be a half-yelp in there. It is smothered.]

Stuff it, longshanks. [She limps over to him.]

[SPAM]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[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.

[SPAM]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[She bites his ear. Hard. :|]