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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 4:45 pm
The attempt to get on his shoulder didn't work as well. Rep moved to him, but with all the flapping wings, Melvin just freaked out and jerked back, moving his chair enough for the rooster to miss and land tail over wings on his lap. "Jesus! Give a guy some warning before you start going for his face." He breathed, startled before reaching up to pick Rep up. "What the hell were you even trying to do?!"
That was a nice heart attack for the moment, and Melvin tried to keep his heart from racing before grabbing his coat and moving to grab a tank from the side walls. "Here. I'll keep you in here so we can plug it wherever we go." He said, stuffing the jacket in to make a sort of soft nest and then setting Rep inside of it, keeping the lid off, and held it in both arms.
He looked down at the bird. "Well...." Where did he go. "We'll go to the dorms and you can cluck when we reach your dorm room." Of course Rep didn't know that he didn't actually use his own room, and thus started to head out from a side exit and not the main way he went in in order to avoid any huff about him taking a tank out of the lab.
He walked for a bit as he went outside, frowned at the cold and not being able to wear his jacket, and then reached down to flip a corner of the jacket over Rep's body. That done, he kept walking. It was weird to carry a person and not being able to talk without a response you could understand. "So I'm guessing you went to the muse island?" He said looking down.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 8:28 am
Rep found Melvin's panic frankly hilarious and entirely worth landing upside down in the other man's lap clucking in what almost passed for laughter. Geeks just didn't pass for the pirate look. He wriggled and flailed indignantly as he was picked up, protesting he could perch himself, at least until he found himself in the tank again. He could live with it this time, without the lid trapping him and he lay down on the jacket grudgingly, it smelled like Melvin and his shampoo.
Peering up from his makeshift nest, he nodded to Melvin, he could hide out in his storeroom till this wore off, it'd be as good a place as any. Or back in Jordan's room, he wasn't picky.
He nodded solemnly at the question. ******** muse island, They'd thought it would be a cakewalk.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 11:15 am
"Right. Jerry and I did that island a few times and wound up as several types of minipets. The place seems to randomize which one you become, though not on any real criteria that I can think of." He looked at Rep. "You work as a rooster."
He continued walking across the grounds towards the dorm building. As a few minutes ticked by, it slowly started to dawn on him. Due to Rep's limited ability to respond, Melvin was the only person at the moment who could keep the conversation going and not just by asking a lot of loaded questions. This time, it was drastically one-sided and not in the way he liked.
There was a creeping panic in how quiet it was becoming.
A few more minutes of silence passed, but unlike a minipet, he knew Rep was a person and that in a way left him a free pass to not talk but also expect to be treated like a person. That meant conversation.
"So...." He searched his brain for whatever came to mind that he felt he could let go. This took a bit longer than he realized.
"Never been this close to a rooster before." This was going to be a painful conversation. "You?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 1:52 pm
Rep nodded to both questions. Being a rooster wasn't too bad apart from the whole no hands and no ability to talk thing. It was a shame the stubby wings were too small to allow actual flight.
He noticed the awkward silence and filled it temporarily by clucking a tune which was pretty strange all told, but he was easily amused by the sounds this form was able to produce, it had a wicked set of lungs and vocal chords for such a little bird. When Melvin finally spoke he cracked up into the nearest approximation to a laugh he had.
Rep really badly wanted to reply that he'd been close to quite a few cocks. But even jokes were denied to him like this, despite being in a better mood. Instead he calmed himself and shook his head. He'd never seen a real chicken, though he'd dreamed of seeing them, back when he was young enough to believe his mother's promises that one day they would run away and live on a farm.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:32 pm
Melvin watched as Rep seemed to be clucking something, not sure if he was trying to say something or just muttering what probably were obscenities to himself. It was hard to tell the mood of a rooster aside from puffed up feathers. Seeing as there weren't any, he assumed Rep was comfortable and fine.
Thinking a moment, he looked back down. "Hey, can you, like, crow?" Might as well ask before coming indoors. How similar was this minipet to an actual rooster. He was curious to know.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:34 pm
It probably wasn't a good idea to ask someone as fond of being as loud as he humanly could be if he could crow. He'd been bursting to do it the whole time, and as soon as he was asked he stood up to his full height (which was, all told, unimpressive) and belted out the loudest c**k-a-doodle-do he could possibly muster.
Then he looked rather smug and pleased with himself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 11:16 am
It was a blast of noise and he tilted his head back from the audio blow and winced. When the ringing in his ears stopped, he turned his head upright again and looked at the very pleased rooster. "I guess that's a yes."
He continued walking, making it to the doors of the dorm building and opening the door. Just a man with a minipet tank and a rooster. Part of him hoped people didn't get the wrong impression that he was taking on a minipet as his own companion. He didn't need that.
Looking around, he stopped. "Can you cluck the number of what floor your on so I know, please?" He asked, looking down.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 2:48 pm
Rep hated not being able to talk. He had lost count of how many chances he'd missed to make fun of Melvin, forced by this shape to be what he wasn't normally - a good listener. It was interesting though, like this he realised how awkward Melvin was when the oness was on him to provide the chatter. Rep could ramble on for ages without even a nod of assent, it was interesting watching someone to whom banter did not come easily.
"Bawk bawk." he clucked helpfully. Second floor, down the corridor from Jordan's room, right now it was mostly storage for his hoard, but it was unlocked and would be a good place to hide out. He'd not had a chance to fit as many locks as he wanted, but at least on the second floor it was less likely to be wandered into by passing trainees.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 3:36 pm
Melvin adjusted the tank in his arms. "2nd Floor. Got it." He looked down at the rooster. "You're not exactly feather light." He commented as he made his way up the steps. It was really putting a strain on his shoulders to be heaving up this tank, bird, and jacket all the way up a flight of stairs, but at least it was the 2nd floor and not, say, the 14th.
On the second floor, he started to walk. "Cluck or something once we reach your door." He told him, not saying much else until they got to Rep's room.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 4:13 pm
"It'll do you good." Rep clucked gravely in birdspeak. Everyone could do with a bit of exercise when that exercise involved carrying him around like royalty.
When they reached the door he stood up and clucked. What lay behind the door however was probably not to Melvin's tastes, everything from his storeroom downstairs was set around the much larger hunter scale room, including stretched skins, and an enormous amount of commandeered items from all around the facility, missing mugs, any items people might have left in the common room, broken items half mended and a large amount of knitting paraphernalia. He was steeping a polar bear skull in water in the sink with most of the flesh still attached.
The room smelled like death, it certainly contained plenty of it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 4:21 pm
The smell hit him first, and he would have covered his nose if he wasn't holding a tank. Stepping in, he cringed as he turned on the light and saw a strange collection of furs, bones soaking in jars, and what seemed to be a lot of runiced items that Melvin was sure Rep did not own or pay to be runiced. What bothered him the most was the rotting smell and the skins being stretched.
"Jesus, Rep! It smells horrible in here. What do you do on your leave -" He held back a cough as he turned his head. "Go to the north pole and slaughter animals with Tracy?"
"We're not staying here." He told him, moving out to shut the door. This place stank and was probably crawling with some sort of flies or foreign disease that Rep was just nurturing to it's incubation here.
"We'll just go to my room."
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 4:29 pm
Rep had looked over the heap of crap that was his room with pride, surely Melvin could appreciate his grand collection of useful things. As he asked what he did on leave he gave him a pleased nod and a cluck, good guess! He wasn't so sure why the smell bothered him though, to Rep the smell was the smell of manly victory over nature. He figured a guy who liked labs would like his little anatomy setup in here too.
"What's wrong with it?" he clucked irritably, even with the awareness Melvin couldn't understand him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 5:42 pm
When Rep clucked back at him, Melvin just looked down at him as he shut the door to the room. "I'm not sitting in a room full of rot and whatever else you didn't think to keep clean. You should really find a new place for your hobby. Get a house in towns and then bring the finished product back here. At least open a window." He complained, turning and heading down the stairs to the trainee floor and then to his room.
He unlocked his door and entered, shutting the door behind him and then setting the tank down in the middle of the floor. Despite being smaller than Rep's room, it felt bigger with everything being organized and having not much. Luckily he had leave which meant his bed now had fresh sheets, a duvet, big pillows, and was probably the most welcoming aspect of his room. He had a tub-o-ware he kept all the food he bought, all non-perishable, and the rest was just his desk, a small stockpile of things on a counter so he wouldn't run out of toothpaste or shampoo, and a bookshelf with various books.
Sitting in his desk chair, he stretched his arms then got a piece of paper and wrote three things on it. "Yes, No, and I don't know." He wrote these big, one in one corner, the other in another, and one on the bottom, and set this on the floor in front of the tank. "A way to better communicate." He told Rep, before rising up and taking a seat.
"Last I remember, this lasts a day. Do you want me to take you somewhere when night hits or just....leave you in storage when it's time to go to bed." He then thought about something. "I'll find a blanket for you when you chance back." Not that Melvin hadn't already seen all of Rep before.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 5:52 pm
Melvin's room was cleaner than the labs he thought as he took it in. At the very least he couldn't track grubby footprints all over the place while inside the little tank. He didn't much like being on the floor exposed, something prey like in his mind made him flighty and panicky being vulnerable. He tried to shove it aside. He was Rep, he wasn't vulnerable to anything, even as a chicken he'd kick a**. Somehow.
Rep did find it rather hilarious that Melvin presented him with options and then asked him things that required multiple answers. The man just loved his leading questions so much.
He pecked at yes, just for the sake of it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 6:09 pm
You know, you keep asking question on a question that isn't just a yes and no.
Melvin just stared at Rep as he tapped 'Yes' with his beak, looking confused. When Saliva chimed in, he set a hand to his face and took a moment to kick himself.
Do ya even know how to ask a simple question?
"Shut up, Saliva." He mumbled into his palm before setting his hand down.
"Alright. Is that Yes, take you to storage or Ye -" He had to stop. That wasn't a yes or no question either.
He took a breather to keep himself from taking a book and hitting his head with it. He hadn't had to make conversation before in a long while and it was just awful!
"Do you want to go to Jordan's place tonight to sleep before you change?"
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