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[glenamored]

Fragging cog-piss!!

[ It's the morning of the 14th of December and the tablet is currently flying across a bedroom and Glen is screaming obscenities. The video shows a whole lot of nothing swirling around until it hits something metallic with a CLACK! Finally, it stops when it hits the floor face up. Above it is a bird cage. Old, dead-looking feathers fall through the slits of the cage toward the tablet on the floor and Glen appears above the tablet, chest heaving, eyes wide and totally freaked out.

She's holding her weapon, a dagger with a celtic knot design on the hilt, and apparently staring down the bird inside the cage. ]

You little cog-rotten bastard, what in all the mucking hells happened to you? [ There's a flapping of wings and an unholy squawking sound in reply. ]

Damn it... [ Glen takes a deep breath, cringing all the while. She's got to do this quickly. Biting her lip hard enough for it to bleed, she opens the door of the cage and screams a battle cry, grabbing the undead bird, her annoying, stupid, now dead little almost-friend, and cuts the thing's head off in one swift motion.

The lifeless bird head falls right on the tablet. She looks down, following the head's movement as it falls, nursing a finger the creature had managed to bite before she'd removed its head.

There's silence for a few seconds. ] ...It turned on. Okay. It turned on.

[ Still breathing heavily, uninjured hand shaking a little, Glen reaches down and picks up the tablet with it. ] Hello. Sorry about that, if you're watching. I don't usually kill living, rotting animals in my spare time. But... hey, it works as a warning, right? I think the animals from the other day might be sick. Terminally sick. At least, mine was. So... watch out? Watch out.

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[asskickersunite]

What the fuck was wrong with that thing?

[Audio]

[glenamored]

[ There's the sound of water, a faucet maybe, but over that is Glen's voice. ]

No idea. It looked dead. Long dead, actually, but then it was also moving and he was fine yesterday. He was fine. [ Her voice almost breaks at that. ]

[Audio]

[asskickersunite]

Shit... You alright?

[Audio]

[glenamored]

Nicked my finger a bit but other than that I'm fine. [ Still shaky though. Because seriously what the hell? ] Kind of hoping mine was the only one but I've got a bad feeling about this and I trust my bad feelings.

[Audio]

[asskickersunite]

Get it checked out by a doctor or something, just to be safe. Last time I had to deal with shit getting back up after it was dead, there was no good news about it.

voice

[gevurah]

Jesus.

Better burn it.

voice

[glenamored]

Burn it? [ She hadn't really thought of that. But it makes sense if this is some sort of plague. ] You think it might be that dangerous?

voice

[gevurah]

Diseased. It's safer to burn the body.

It bit you, didn't it?

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[glenamored]

All right... I'll gather up the pieces. See what I can do. I'll trust for now that some of you might actually know what's going on here, because I sure as hells don't.

[ Some shuffling as she does that, thinking that the kitchen stove would be a wonderful device to burn a zombie bird with. ] And yeah. It bit me before going down, but it's nothing serious.

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[arollingstone]

[TJ whistled low, impressed and a little wigged by the display.]

Damn, chica. Where in the hell did you buy that thing? [Was it literally in the hell?]

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[glenamored]

Downstairs. Two days ago. Didn't you see? There were dozens of them... birds, rabbits, mice, squirrels. I'm just starting to get used to having the thing around and then it dies on me and comes back to life and suddenly I'm chopping its head off in front of an audience.

[ She pauses to take a deep breath and crack a half-hearted joke. ] Guess this is why my dad didn't let me have any pets growing up. If he had maybe I'd have been a little more prepared for this kind of thing, though, you know?

[arollingstone]

Guess I must've missed the zoo. [TJ commented absently, vaguely remembering something animal-related. He didn't pay much mind to that stuff; the only pet he'd ever had was a half-starved yellow dog that hung out around his neighborhood.] You gonna be okay?

[glenamored]

Lucky that you did. That wasn't pretty, trust me. [ A pause, followed by a low murmur of probably-assent. ] Mm, I think so.

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[bloodspeaker]

[Oh, Light preserve him. These people.] Has it bitten you?

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[glenamored]

Yeah, a little. He nicked my finger when I went after him, the bastard. Why?

[bloodspeaker]

[His already agitated expression turns frantic. He doesn't know this woman at all, obviously, but that doesn't lessen his concern in the slightest.]

You need healing. Now, before it spreads. Give me your apartment number.

[glenamored]

...Excuse me? Before what spreads? [ You are a strange guy she doesn't know. Like hell she's telling you where she lives. ] It's just a small cut!

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[inthejunk]

[Ew, gross.]

Miss Glen? Are you alright?

[Can you hear the sheets rustling? That's the kid next door springing clumsily out of bed! And maybe to your rescue, if you hadn't already decapitated the bird and handled it all on your own. Guess your best is better than you thought it was, huh?]

Audio she doesn't care about bedhead rn you dummy

[glenamored]

[ More like she'd not expected to show her best to the entire Transport population of Exsilium like that. But now that it's done, well. Got to deal with it. ]

H-Hey, Hanamura. I'm fine. You don't happen to have a pet or anything, do you? Might want to run away if you do. Just a suggestion.

Audio but everyone can see it. It's too uncool.

[inthejunk]

No, no pets. Maybe a bear, but he's not here.

[He's so funny. It's a shame no one will get the joke.]

Um, but did you get that bird from those pet sellers? People have been complaining about those pets. You're lucky it wasn't something bigger.

Audio no one cares. no one.

[glenamored]

A bear? [ Thank the heathen gods it isn't here. She can't imagine having to cut the head off one of those and survive to tell the grizzly tale.

...haha, grizzly! Okay, now she's just laughing seemingly out of nowhere. It's nearly impossible trying to stop so she doesn't even bother. This is probably one of those "stages of shock" things that she never really thought applied to her. ] Yeah, haha! Lucky me, huh?

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[skyentific]

Ah...! Maybe you'd better get someone to do a forensic analysis on that bird...

Oh, and you're all right, yes?

[priorities.]

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[glenamored]

A what analysis? [ Forensics don't exactly exist in her world yet. She points the camera towards the kitchen stove where a charred black something-or-other is still burning and smoking something awful. ] Anyway, I burned it. Unless someone is interested in analyzing its ashes, that thing is done for.

[ And back to her. ] But yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking. Barely a scratch on me. It was just a surprise, to say the least.

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[skyentific]

Forensics! It's part of my job. [...she wishes.] It's the study of evidence! Scientific study. And ...

[She wilts a little.] And you're not going to get anything from the ashes...

[Oh well.] I-It's good you're okay, then, Ms. Eire. That was probably good thinking... who knows what kind of pathogens it was carrying?

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[glenamored]

Yep. It's why I burned it. [ Duh. Though Glen tries to perk up and reassure Ema, her heart's not really in it and she's not motivated enough to act the part properly for her. ] I bet there are plenty of others just lying around for you to do your science on, though, so don't look so down in the muck, all right?