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"It's Cubefall??"

Cue one more delighted Milliwayser, bounding down the stairs like Christmas morning.

Ava's just taken her habitual post-Arashmaharr shower (the assorted infernal smells, she's noted, really get under your fingernails), and she meant to spend tonight hanging around strategically, waiting for Zevran and/or Sameth and/or Sam Winchester and/or pyramid people.

However, the evening's plans clearly need modification.

Twenty minutes later, she has dismantled a chair and a couch and is midway through construction of her now-traditional Cubefall Lego fort. A mostly-neglected salad and Coke sit off to one side.

(As usual, she hasn't even looked at sample configurations.

She's too much of a control freak to give up her body voluntarily.)

Maybe if Andrew happens by, they can have a painfully symbolic conversation about change and new beginnings.

ooc: THERE AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A CUBEFALL PARTY. Get in on this fort-building action! Open until my brain gives up.

eta: sleepyface merc loves you all! is it can be slowtimes?

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There's a horse trying to eat your salad, Ava. It's trying really hard too, with its legs sort of awkwardly scootched out to the side and its head down, wiggling its lips as it tries to get at the plate. From high up on its neck there's a familiar-looking collar.

But that collar belongs on a dog! This, this is clearly a horse. A very large, very blonde horse. And okay, it's in a bar. But that doesn't mean anything. Horses are often in bars! They're the staple of every Christmas cracker joke, after all. So really this is nothing out of the ordinary. No reason to look round, at least not until the horse finally manages to get the salad into its mouth.

Which by the looks of it isn't going to be any time soon, but it's the thought that counts, right?

After a moment, Ava pauses in her tinkering with a possible roof for her Lego fort.

And she turns.

... The sight is half ridiculous, half hilarious, and she wasn't over the moon about that salad anyway.

"Hey!" she protests nevertheless.

Edited 2012-05-30 06:44 (UTC)

Dug pauses with a bit of lettuce hanging down from his lips. Cautiously, without moving another muscle, he slurps it up into his mouth and tries to chew discreetly.

You know what's not easy when you're a horse? Chewing discreetly. The grmph grmph grmph noise is shockingly loud.

Dug swallows. His gaze darts from side to side.

"No one was eating the salad!"

That collar is very familiar.

As is that voice.

"Well," says Ava, striving valiantly not to crack up, "you could have asked."

"I did not know it was your salad," Dug points out. Then his curiousity gets the better of him and he shuffles forward to snuffle at her castle with giant nostrils, a bean sprout he hasn't noticed still hanging out the side of his mouth. He still hasn't quite figured out how to walk like a horse so it's not the most graceful procedure -- but he's not actually knocking anything over or stomping any waitrats so that is probably okay.

"You are not a man," he announces after a detailed inspection.

"Some people who were ladies are not any more!"

Ava's not sure she has a response to that!

"I ... no," she agrees.

"I stayed the same. I always stay the same for Cubefall, I just make forts and toys and things ..."

She peers.

Accusatorishly.

... Yeah. Either this is Dug or she'll volunteer to get turned into a robot.

"Cubefall?" Dug has no idea what's going on. All he knows is that he is a horse and lots of people don't look like themselves anymore and also there are a lot more animals than usual in the bar. Some of them aren't very good at being animals. That's okay! He's still learning horse-things.

Like panting. He tries to pant, decides that horses aren't supposed to do that, and settles for making happy noises through his nose in Ava's general direction. "Are you going to live here now?" He tosses a gigantic hoof forwards at her fort in what, on a dog, would be a rather nice point and what on a horse is a potentially deadly weapon.

Oh God. This is so weird and so cute.

Ava giggles. "Uhhhh. That would be fun, but I think this is just my temporary camp until Cubefall's over. You know, when all the furniture turns back the way it was before?"

"Oh." That seems kind of boring, Dug feels. It would be much more interesting to live in the bar all the time! Although it's true that the furniture used to be much cozier and he's definitely not going to complain when it turns back. It was sturdier before, too. He could sit on it before, but when he tried earlier he left a trail of minor destruction.

...part of that could have to do with the fact that dogs are better for couch-sitting than horses, but Dug feels that this point is irrelevant.

As he leans forward to take a better look, the bean-sprout finally gives up and falls from his lip. A thought occurs to Dug as he slurps it hastily up from the ground, and he shuffles his hooves and drops his head.

"Also, I am sorry I ate your salad." He opens his mouth, returning the soggy sprout to the floor in front of her in a very, very belated gesture of apology. Ava might not want the sprout now, he thinks, but he is being a Good Dog and offering it.