hands, reaching out, etc | day 14, morning onward, anywhere | open

[medalrider]

[There is a curious dinosaur wandering the house. Well, a young man who is also a dinosaur. And calling him curious is being a little generous, it would be more accurate to say nosy.

 

See, Dino Boy here kind of has a thing for helping those in need. He thinks it's only natural, since he's a guard, and guards protect people. He's supposed to keep the house safe. Really, that's all he knows how to do, and since his awakening all he's wanted to know was how to keep protecting everyone from inside the house. Unfortunately, he hasn't really been able to figure that out just yet. He's not going to give up, though! He can be pretty stubborn when he wants to be.

 

Thanks to the recent bout of house-induced weirdness, he is now faced with a perfect opportunity for Helping. Dealing with emotion-changing flowers is probably very stressful! Isn't his duty to make sure everyone is safe after such an ordeal? He's decided that it definitely is, which is why he is currently doing the aforementioned wandering, looking for people who might be in trouble. Or who were previously in trouble. Or who might get into trouble in the future. Who are sentient, really.

He just wants to make sure everyone is okay! Which apparently means sticking his scaly nose into the business of whoever he comes across.]

 

[ooc: action or prose is cool with me!!]

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[wingedapostle]

[Angel has been feeling quite under the weather lately, so it's fortunate for her that she's standing smack dab in the middle of Dino Boy's path. No flowers are affecting her right now – she's had more than enough of that, thank you – but she's certainly not okay. She's grappling with something very difficult, and it's even making her nauseous. Not fun.

She doesn't notice him until he's almost to her, but when she does she gives him a small smile. There's no happiness behind it, but she's not one to be impolite.] Good morning to you.

[medalrider]

Good morning! [He smiles at her greeting, but it falters at her expression. From the looks of it, somebody's been having a pretty hard time.

Things like this should probably be handled delicately, but being a giant purple lizard doesn't lend itself well to that sort of thing. So he tilts his head and looks concerned.] Sorry, but are you alright?

[wingedapostle]

[She looks away at the question. It's not that she's reluctant to share things with him – having just met someone doesn't matter too much to her – but rather that she's too ashamed to look him in the eye.] I remembered something very bad...something I did.

[medalrider]

Oh... [He doesn't ask for specifics, doesn't particularly want them, and anyway he doesn't want to make her more upset. That's the opposite of what he wants.]

You know... You don't seem the type to go around doing bad things. I'm sure you had a good reason for doing it, whatever it was.

[wingedapostle]

[Angel shakes her head quickly, her expression growing pained. She knows he means well, and she appreciates it, but he doesn't understand. She supposes she now knows what the hearth might have been feeling while she was talking to him.]

There is no good reason to kill.

[justbeclaws]

[In the library, a typewriter is moving furniture.

Specifically, she is moving furniture back to where it was, as far as she can tell or remember, before she turned it all into a subpar barricade in a fit of terror. She's not sure what surrounding herself with couches was supposed to help. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

She's also not sure how she managed to move some of this; it's big, heavy hardwood, and she's not large herself. She can just about shove it along, but she can either see where she's going or move it smoothly, not both.

She looks like she could use a hand.]

[medalrider]

[He hasn't spent much time in the library, afraid he'd get lost in the stacks or knock something over. He wants to be thorough, though, so he thinks he can risk it this time.

It doesn't take long before he finds someone. He can't tell what she is, but she's struggling to move something much bigger and probably much heavier than she is. That's no good. He walks over to see if there's something he can do.]

Hey, do you need some help?

[justbeclaws]

That would be - urrgh - grreat, thanks! Can you get the otherr end of this?" [She gives the sofa another tug and bumps into a bookcase behind her.] Ow!