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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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...and you know this how, exactly? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate that you're probably trying to help, but I have things to consider before I go off to see a doctor over a little cut.

It's all over the Network. People have been talking about some plague people have been contracting since the animals got sick and violent.

They're not... alive anymore.

So what, you're saying if I don't get this thing looked at I'm in danger of also... not being alive? That's great. Really great. Can't imagine dead would be a good look for me, but can it maybe wait a few minutes? Fifteen mucking minutes to clean this mess up?

I don't know how quickly it's spreading or what exactly will happen.

[ BUT she probably doesn't want to leave that for her roommates to find...

Conflicted. ]

Got anything to burn it with?

The stove in the kitchen. It would be easier if these flats had a fireplace, but... [ She trails off. But they don't. It's fairly obvious. ] This way will be a little dirty but if the corpses are that bad, I'd rather have scorch marks and ashes around instead.

After I'm done, don't worry. I'll go and see someone.

Alright, be careful. [ A pause. ] I'm Kate, by the way.

Under different circumstances I'd say "nice to meet you".

Glen. [ She's trying to be curt but there's something amusing in this situation, at least, and her next exhalation sounds almost like a laugh. ] I suppose we'll just have to wait for different circumstances, and then we can exchange the proper pleasantries.

But for now, a certain someone deserves a little funeral pyre.

Your roommates will hopefully understand.

If they don't, I'll make them. [ :) ] Thanks again, Kate.

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