Fruit. But if you have that, you should keep it. We don't know when we'll get supplies again.
[ And she's kind enough to be giving things away, he knows she is. He feels a certain warmth when talking to Havoc. She's a nice girl.FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
You care for it. Have you ever kept an animal before?
Like another horrific monster, for example? This is the CDC. It happens.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
I grew up on one, but I live in the city now. Or I did. The little creatures, from Dagger - my friend has one. He showed me, and I fed it like a lamb. Have you ever done that?
[Havoc's first instinct had been to get rid of the pet. Even receiving it had been surprising, seeing as she had recalled a conversation with the man? Alien? About children and pets not too long ago that had been decidedly negative.
What saved the small, cute furball from abandonment in the woods of Macha was the nagging doubt that it's care might somehow be a test, plus the fact that it was cute. Her primary blood donor age range tended to like cute things- it could serve as good bait, a way to make people feel at ease or disarm the nervous with a domestic look.
Thanks to that potential use the small pet is curled up on Havoc's pillow while the woman herself is rifling through the available food stuffs, a nice smelling something simmering on the burner. At the first sign of arrival, she's at the door with that slightly awkward smile, opening it wide to let her visitor in.]
[ It doesn’t take d’Artagnan that long to get there. Before he’d left, he’d filled his canteen with milk. With that in hand, he goes to find Havoc’s rover and knock on her door.
The smell that greets him when she opens it is surprisingly good. He glances at her, impressed, and then looks around until he sees the furball curled up on the pillow. He still thinks it looks like a Haisuna. Athos is convinced it’s not, but the resemblance is uncanny. And worrying.
Still, he holds up the canteen. ]
I brought this. We can try feeding it this way, but if that doesn’t work we might have to get creative. What are you cooking? It smells good.
That's great. It's been napping for a while, so I'm sure it's hungry. I hope.
[Stepped aside and then closed the door once he came in, taking a moment to dust her fingers off on the folded cloth tied around her narrow waist that seemed to be serving as an apron at the moment. The creature on the bed stirred at the noise but not much, only lifted its head, blinked sleepily, and watched.
At the very least it had not proved to troublesome a pet as of yet. Yet.]
Oh, this-
[She took the chance to peer in to the pot, stir a few times with a critical look before turning the softer one back D'atagnan's way.]
I promised a rovermate a soup from my home country- this is a test run to see if one is doable with the limited supplies. I don't suppose you want to help me taste test once we finish with the furball?
[ Home cooking. Already, it wins more points with him than the strange, processed things that the CDC gives them. ]
It smells good to me. I would be honoured, Mademoiselle.
[ He moves over to look at the furball. Crouching down beside its bunk, he reaches out to gently smooth the fur on its head. If it's sleeping, he doesn't want to wake it, but if it's just resting it might be hungry now. Testing this theory, he opens the canteen and brings it close, thinking that it might be able to smell the milk. ]
We'll see if it takes. What did you call him?
[ If it's a him. D'Artagnan still isn't sure how to tell with these little things. ]
[Food, Havoc had found, had been a very useful way to endear herself to others. She can remember feeling happy cooking and tasting when she was a Regressor, remember the joy it had brought her in a somewhat detached, observational way... But she doesn't feel anything now. It's a tool- one that allowed her to appear less dangerous and suspicious, provide her with a way to connect with others.
So she smiled and nodded, placing the top on the pot before coming closer to lean down slightly behind D'Artagnan, watching what he was doing.]
A friend named him Foxtrot for me.
[Amber was easy to humor- a good ally. The creature, for its part, did seem to be hungry. It sniffed the air, blinking drowsiness from it's eyes before beginning to snuffle forward, nose in the air.]
[ Historically speaking, he's a lot older than that dance. He's never heard of it. He just shrugs, but moves his hand beneath the furball's head and glances at Havoc with a smile. ]
That's unusual. You didn't want to name him yourself?
[ He's slightly distracted from that question when the furball nudges forward towards the canteen. He offers it, touching it to its mouth so that it can drink if it wants. ]
[In D'Artagnan's defense, it wasn't even the dance. A bit of Amber's classic humor. A set of three pets, three Contractors, and Whiskey, Tango, and Foxtrot.]
I tried to think of something but. I didn't mind going along with her idea- it's a set thing, so it's sort of fun...
[Not that she relished being in a set with November 11 in any way shape or form, even if only to do with furry pets. Bad enough to be on the same team, formally her unit lead. Too many opportunities for backstabbing there.]
Ah-
[Paused when she saw the small animal sniffing at the canteen, then nudging it with its nose before beginning to take a few cautious laps. Which turn in to a far more energetic tug for the liquid within, going at it with gusto. A small smile slowly appeared on Havoc's face, leaning close over D'Artagnan's shoulder, watching carefully.
[ D'Artagnan looks down when his hand is tugged, and he can't help but laugh. This furball is keen. Athos' had been more anxious. He carefully lifts it, cradling it in the crook of his elbow, and letting it take as much as it likes from the canteen. ]
I think this is a success.
Here, Havoc. Come here.
[ He turns, holding his arm out to her and expecting her to take the furball. If she's game, he's going to pass both baby and bottle. Now that it's feeding, she has to learn how. ]
[This is the look of someone who has never held a baby and is suddenly being offered one. - Furballs from Dagger, babies... basically the same thing.
(Had she ever? Not as a Contractor, anyway. Years and years-)]
Oh- right.
[She reached out awkwardly, scooping the little alien while also trying to take the bottle. A bit of a fumble she put in there for effect, but the end result was a hungry animal in her arms, seeking out and finding the bottle again.
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I need to stop only messaging you to make sure you're alive.
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I'm starting to think we'll never have time for anything else. I'm all right, though. Or I will be once I've seen Adrien.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
How are you?
[ She'd really worried him when he found her during that fight with the Kraken. That seems like so long ago now, but it sticks in his mind. ]
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I'm going to make some time. I don't suppose you like sweets?
FROM: havoc@cdc.org
I have a pet now, so. That's new.
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I like sweet things. Who doesn't?
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
One of the furballs from Dagger, I'm guessing.
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You'd be surprised. But- good. Nuts, or fruit?
FROM: havoc@cdc.org
You guessed right. Not that I really know what to do with it.
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Fruit. But if you have that, you should keep it. We don't know when we'll get supplies again.
[ And she's kind enough to be giving things away, he knows she is. He feels a certain warmth when talking to Havoc. She's a nice girl.FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
You care for it. Have you ever kept an animal before?
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It's fine- Red got extra supplies this round, and "a full stomach cures everything and anything." So I'll be cooking anyway.
FROM: havoc@cdc.org
Not really. My grandparents had sheep and goats, but I never dealt with anything this tiny before.
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Oh, well then. If that's what you'd like, just tell me where and when.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
My father kept sheep too. Did your family have a farm?
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Good. I'll tell you when- as long as nothing else crops up, anyway.
FROM: havoc@cdc.org
My father's parents did. I spent some time there as a girl, but we mostly lived in the city.
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Like another horrific monster, for example? This is the CDC. It happens.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
I grew up on one, but I live in the city now. Or I did. The little creatures, from Dagger - my friend has one. He showed me, and I fed it like a lamb. Have you ever done that?
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True.
FROM: havoc@cdc.org
No- I usually visited during school breaks and the lambs were already weaned. Can you show me?
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Of course. You mostly have to be patient with them. The one Athos had seemed all right with drinking milk.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
Do you want me to meet you?
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Patient at least i can handle I think?
FROM: havoc@cdc.org
That would be wonderful actually.
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Then I will. Where are you now?
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In my rover- it's 17.
[ooc: inclined to action or hand wave? :3c]
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FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
All right. I'll be with you soon.
Roger roger; action!
What saved the small, cute furball from abandonment in the woods of Macha was the nagging doubt that it's care might somehow be a test, plus the fact that it was cute. Her primary blood donor age range tended to like cute things- it could serve as good bait, a way to make people feel at ease or disarm the nervous with a domestic look.
Thanks to that potential use the small pet is curled up on Havoc's pillow while the woman herself is rifling through the available food stuffs, a nice smelling something simmering on the burner. At the first sign of arrival, she's at the door with that slightly awkward smile, opening it wide to let her visitor in.]
Thanks for coming by.
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The smell that greets him when she opens it is surprisingly good. He glances at her, impressed, and then looks around until he sees the furball curled up on the pillow. He still thinks it looks like a Haisuna. Athos is convinced it’s not, but the resemblance is uncanny. And worrying.
Still, he holds up the canteen. ]
I brought this. We can try feeding it this way, but if that doesn’t work we might have to get creative. What are you cooking? It smells good.
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[Stepped aside and then closed the door once he came in, taking a moment to dust her fingers off on the folded cloth tied around her narrow waist that seemed to be serving as an apron at the moment. The creature on the bed stirred at the noise but not much, only lifted its head, blinked sleepily, and watched.
At the very least it had not proved to troublesome a pet as of yet. Yet.]
Oh, this-
[She took the chance to peer in to the pot, stir a few times with a critical look before turning the softer one back D'atagnan's way.]
I promised a rovermate a soup from my home country- this is a test run to see if one is doable with the limited supplies. I don't suppose you want to help me taste test once we finish with the furball?
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It smells good to me. I would be honoured, Mademoiselle.
[ He moves over to look at the furball. Crouching down beside its bunk, he reaches out to gently smooth the fur on its head. If it's sleeping, he doesn't want to wake it, but if it's just resting it might be hungry now. Testing this theory, he opens the canteen and brings it close, thinking that it might be able to smell the milk. ]
We'll see if it takes. What did you call him?
[ If it's a him. D'Artagnan still isn't sure how to tell with these little things. ]
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So she smiled and nodded, placing the top on the pot before coming closer to lean down slightly behind D'Artagnan, watching what he was doing.]
A friend named him Foxtrot for me.
[Amber was easy to humor- a good ally. The creature, for its part, did seem to be hungry. It sniffed the air, blinking drowsiness from it's eyes before beginning to snuffle forward, nose in the air.]
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[ Historically speaking, he's a lot older than that dance. He's never heard of it. He just shrugs, but moves his hand beneath the furball's head and glances at Havoc with a smile. ]
That's unusual. You didn't want to name him yourself?
[ He's slightly distracted from that question when the furball nudges forward towards the canteen. He offers it, touching it to its mouth so that it can drink if it wants. ]
There. I think it's working!
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I tried to think of something but. I didn't mind going along with her idea- it's a set thing, so it's sort of fun...
[Not that she relished being in a set with November 11 in any way shape or form, even if only to do with furry pets. Bad enough to be on the same team, formally her unit lead. Too many opportunities for backstabbing there.]
Ah-
[Paused when she saw the small animal sniffing at the canteen, then nudging it with its nose before beginning to take a few cautious laps. Which turn in to a far more energetic tug for the liquid within, going at it with gusto. A small smile slowly appeared on Havoc's face, leaning close over D'Artagnan's shoulder, watching carefully.
This thing could come in handy.]
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I think this is a success.
Here, Havoc. Come here.
[ He turns, holding his arm out to her and expecting her to take the furball. If she's game, he's going to pass both baby and bottle. Now that it's feeding, she has to learn how. ]
He won't bite. He's enjoying it.
when you file ac and find tags you lost... D:
(Had she ever? Not as a Contractor, anyway. Years and years-)]
Oh- right.
[She reached out awkwardly, scooping the little alien while also trying to take the bottle. A bit of a fumble she put in there for effect, but the end result was a hungry animal in her arms, seeking out and finding the bottle again.
Gaze moved from the pet, back to D'Artagnan.]
Is this okay?
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oops
lmao
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