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That's Not My Firelizard. Its Brain Is Too Small. ATTN ANY / ALL

Laura Walker
 





The kitchen had seemed like a lovely place to make a nest; warm and full of food smells. The little green firelizard had settled comfortably in there, in a drawer someone had conveniently left open.

She was less pleased when the next person to pass slammed it shut but such was life. At least there was plenty in here to make a nest out of - the drawer was full of strange pokey things and she arranged them to her satisfaction, with time and peace to lay a relatively large clutch - at least for a green.

It meant that the next time someone tried to open the drawer one of the moved forks had jammed it however. After several hard tugs and some cursing they proceeded on their way. The green squeezed out of the gap left and went to look for food. The eggs were promptly forgotten.

Several sevendays passed. People occasionally tugged at the drawer but there was nothing vital in there, and -- as people do -- they assumed someone else had already called for help for someone else to fix it. At some point some enterprising soul attached a note reading "BROKEN DO NOT OPEN" and after that no-one even tugged at it.

Until finally someone _did_, and didn't give up after the first failed jerk. A long pipe invaded the drawer, prodding lightly at one of the eggs and cracking it before proceeding to poke along the drawer runners, seeking blindly for the offending piece of cutlery and dislodging it.

The drawer finally came out fully with a great clatter as it landed on the kitchen floor. The kitchens worker regarded the eggs inside with some startlement - she had only suspected her colleagues of slamming things back in without looking properly, not to find a whole clutch!

Larissa should clearly be told, but the lunch shift was starting shortly and everyone was busy. Eggs could most likely wait, and she hurried off intending to come back later.

Meanwhile, exposed to light and new warmth the baby firelizards began to push against their shells. First the little green in the cracked shell escaped - that one, clearly, had an advantage - but the others weren't too far behind. Out into the kitchens... and then to a Dining Hall that was by now clearly just filled with food.

OOC: We are doing a publicly hatching green clutch based on Really Stupid Cats We Have Owned (although equal opportunity - really stupid dogs, horses and birds are also welcome). Anyone who would like to accidentally Impress a green or blue firelizard of very little brain is welcome to do so.

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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.

sailyn2
 

Kassia had been on her once-a-sevenday check on the kitchens with Brogan at her side. She was just  pulling out a morsel of meat to give him as a treat when a drunken baby flit toppled into her hand and chomped it down.

"What the shards?"  The flit reached for more meat and out of habit she produced more from her pouch without it even occurring to her what she was doing. All of a sudden her head, already full of Foreth and Brogan, was filled even further, this time with a tiny, creeling mind.

jarel_lilienkamp
 

Mato wandered into the kitchens to see if there was any treats to be had before lunch started. Usually one could find something around. Lurking nearby where the cookies are usually kept, he reached out to grab one and instead found that his hand was grabbed by something.

Quickly he pulled it back to see this tiny little firelizard attached to it, creeling gingerly. He tried to disintangle it from his arm without hurting it to no avail. Instead the tail wound around, making sure it wasn't going anywhere without food. Giving up, he wandered over to where there might be a loose meatroll and grabbed it. Absently he gave the little thing small pieces of the roll, so it's ever pressing hunger would calm down.


On Sun, Sep 15, 2019, 8:00 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kassia had been on her once-a-sevenday check on the kitchens with Brogan at her side. She was just  pulling out a morsel of meat to give him as a treat when a drunken baby flit toppled into her hand and chomped it down.

"What the shards?"  The flit reached for more meat and out of habit she produced more from her pouch without it even occurring to her what she was doing. All of a sudden her head, already full of Foreth and Brogan, was filled even further, this time with a tiny, creeling mind.

Amy Frazey
 

It was, of course, hunger that drove Zy'fen to the dining hall. He'd just finished grooming Nerenth, and himself, to satisfactory levels, and now needed to sit down and relax a little. Of course, he was sort of hoping to see that pretty Harper girl again, the one he'd... Ahem... Had fun with on the recent medhunt. Although, he wasn't sure she would want anything to do with him, after the way he'd run off. But even so, he looked for her as he piled a plate high with food and took a seat at a table near one wall.

Zy was just sitting down and ready to take his first bite when someone jostled his elbow, making him drop the bit of sweet bread he'd been about to pop into his mouth. With a frown, he glanced around for the offender, only to feel a tug at his sleeve, and when he looked down, a gaping mouth. Which happened to be attached to a very hungry blue flit, who squealed and dug it's talons into his wrist when he didn't feed it fast enough.

jarel_lilienkamp
 

Ileana giggled slightly. "Looks like you have another mouth to feed." Her own brown landing nearby watching. "Though small wonder as to where they came from." She sat down beside Zy careful of the little baby flit.


On Mon, Sep 16, 2019, 9:02 AM Amy Frazey <ladyrose57@...> wrote:
It was, of course, hunger that drove Zy'fen to the dining hall. He'd just finished grooming Nerenth, and himself, to satisfactory levels, and now needed to sit down and relax a little. Of course, he was sort of hoping to see that pretty Harper girl again, the one he'd... Ahem... Had fun with on the recent medhunt. Although, he wasn't sure she would want anything to do with him, after the way he'd run off. But even so, he looked for her as he piled a plate high with food and took a seat at a table near one wall.

Zy was just sitting down and ready to take his first bite when someone jostled his elbow, making him drop the bit of sweet bread he'd been about to pop into his mouth. With a frown, he glanced around for the offender, only to feel a tug at his sleeve, and when he looked down, a gaping mouth. Which happened to be attached to a very hungry blue flit, who squealed and dug it's talons into his wrist when he didn't feed it fast enough.

Amy Frazey
 

Zy picked out a bit of the fish roll and stuffed it in the gaping mouth, and followed it with another bite, just as quickly. As he did so, he caught the edge of a slightly pleased, though somewhat baffled, feeling from Nerenth. Then the little blue hatchling had evidently decided Zy'fen wasn't producing food fast enough, and snapped at his fingers. That produced a sense of warning from Nerenth, and a grown from Zy, but he pinched off another bit of the roll, and the blue flit pounced on it, shaking the bit and splattering sauce on Zy'fen's hand before gobbling it down and demanding more.

Zy shoved more fish into the gaping mouth, then glanced up when he heard a giggle from the very girl he'd been looking for. The sight of her made him smile, despite his displeasure at being splattered with drippy brown sauce. His smile widened even more as Illeana sat beside him, showing just how pleased he was to have her there. "So it would seem. I have no idea where he came from, though." Zy fed the blue flit more of his fish roll, then glanced around. "Looks like he's not the only one."