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exsiliumlogs2013-12-23 07:20 am
lazyinlove) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-12-23 07:20 am
Open. Gamekeeping, not as easy as it looks.
Date & Time:Today, sometime between dawn and dusk.
Location:Anywhere a pregnant mountain goat might get to.
Characters:The world at large, and Stanley too.
Summary:Stan lucked into a trade for somewhere warm to stay, but his roommates have a bad habit of escaping and wandering Exsilium.
Warnings:...Possibly nothing, for once? Woah. Yeah. I think nothing.
Format:Prose and [action tags] both happily returned.
[The scent of carrots, marijuana and hay might be the first thing that someone notices when Stanley wanders past, if they happen to be blind. For those who can see, it's probably the oversize sweater with the lights on it, or the coat that's a few inches too short in the sleeves and the torso. Maybe the giant furry boots that he's shuffling awkwardly through the snow in.
Or maybe they hear the bells. The bells are attached to something big and quick and hairy, which seems to be into some four legged version of parkour, the way it bounces off of walls and leaps fences in a single bound. It eludes Stanley easily, always a few leaps and bounds ahead, but never quite out of hearing range. There's a very distinct possibility the thing is just fucking with him. Either way, he's not having much luck catching it so far, so forgive him when he bumps into you. He's not good at multitasking, so watching where he's going at the same time he's trying to watch where the goat is going isn't easy.
Ow! Uh. Sorry. 'Scuse me.
Location:Anywhere a pregnant mountain goat might get to.
Characters:The world at large, and Stanley too.
Summary:Stan lucked into a trade for somewhere warm to stay, but his roommates have a bad habit of escaping and wandering Exsilium.
Warnings:...Possibly nothing, for once? Woah. Yeah. I think nothing.
Format:Prose and [action tags] both happily returned.
[The scent of carrots, marijuana and hay might be the first thing that someone notices when Stanley wanders past, if they happen to be blind. For those who can see, it's probably the oversize sweater with the lights on it, or the coat that's a few inches too short in the sleeves and the torso. Maybe the giant furry boots that he's shuffling awkwardly through the snow in.
Or maybe they hear the bells. The bells are attached to something big and quick and hairy, which seems to be into some four legged version of parkour, the way it bounces off of walls and leaps fences in a single bound. It eludes Stanley easily, always a few leaps and bounds ahead, but never quite out of hearing range. There's a very distinct possibility the thing is just fucking with him. Either way, he's not having much luck catching it so far, so forgive him when he bumps into you. He's not good at multitasking, so watching where he's going at the same time he's trying to watch where the goat is going isn't easy.
Ow! Uh. Sorry. 'Scuse me.
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... A vet? Really? I mean, I, uh... Never would have pinned you as a vet sort of guy.
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[As if that explains everything. Or anything at all.]