fandomtownies | The Beach Near Galactica Point, Friday at Dusk

The dodos were Not Pleased with the resistance they'd encountered all across the island to getting their balls back. In fact, not only had the humans and other bipedal things with no feathers that might as well be humans as far as the dodos cared fought back, even worse, some of them had laughed at the attacking flock.

When they squawked "GIVE US OUR BALLS BACK!" What was up with that? How could that battlecry not be the most fearsome in the land, especially when accompanied by nasty, snapping beaks?

Whatever. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, they would conquer. Tonight, they would retreat to the beach with the balls they had gotten back -- which honestly was most of the ones that no one was actually holding, because the one thing dodos were incredibly good at was locating stupidity -- and start building a nest. A nice, big, warm, sandy nest in which to hatch a whole new generation of dodo-kind.

Not that it would stay terribly warm once the tide came in, since they'd dug it so close to the shoreline that both they and their eggs would be three feet under water by midnight, but shh. Dodos. Now you know why so few of them are left.

That was assuming none of the humans came looking to help them on their way, of course.

[OOC: After this post, one way or another, the dodos are outta here! It's open for modding your own evacuation/extermination efforts, solo or in groups, or you can request a visit from NPC Dodo Services, Inc. down in the OCD. (Fair warning for some SP from the dodos, though, due to timezones and travel.)]

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Yeah, Navaan had spent a lot of time with gray-scale Derek yesterday. And no, she was still quite colorful today. Chalk it up to any number of reasons, the important thing to know what that she was neither monochromatic nor any fifties stereotype you could name.

But that might be for the best, as she was helping thin the flock by playing Whack-A-Mole. Or, rather, Whack-A-Dodo, because moles were pretty hard to find on the island and there seemed to be plenty of dodos.

Man, this was almost as fun as the carnival (http://oglaf.com/sideshow/2/)!

[Link NSFW. Try to contain your shock.]

There weren't quite enough idiot balls for Naga to forget that just because there were lots of tasty looking feathered things running around it didn't mean she could eat them.

There were however more than enough that she forgot she wasn't supposed to chase them either. So there was a very happy polar bear dog barking and chasing dodos all over the beach.

Jessica was helping!

"Please leave? PLEEEEEEEEASE? Come on, pleaaaaase? I said pleeeeeaaaaase! I'll beeeee your friiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeend! Pleeeeeeeeease? I'll give you a present!"

The took her necklace off and held it out. One of the dodos took it and went back to the nest.

"That's not nice! We had a deal! You're all communists!"

".... Please leave? PLEEEEEAAAAAAASE?"

And so on.

Edited 2012-12-08 02:08 (UTC)

Jaye had managed to escape being black and whited or idiot balled, and she was super grateful for both those things. But right now, she had dodos to worry about. And all she was trying to do was get back to her apartment!

So if you saw a girl in the middle of the street beating a large bird with a purse, and then saying to said purse, "That does not hurt you, you don't have a nervous system!"... yeah, that would be Jaye.

Jaina had really liked the shiny blue balls she kept finding, and so she collected more throughout the day, intending to string them together for a necklace (when she wasn't busy cooking and cleaning and learning a woman-appropriate trade), which meant a small pack of dodos was really intent on harassing her.

"No!" she said, throwing some of the shiny blue balls collected in the crook of her arm as necessary. "Bad dogs! Go away! No treats for you!"

Ace had certain...things... in her rucksack. You couldn't properly call what she had 'explosives' in any modern sense of the word, but her collection of cherry bombs would do in a pinch. If she were trying to get rid of anything but supposedly-extinct birds. Blowing them up just didn't seem fair.

Plus she couldn't figure out how to light the fuses.

"Look, if you leave on your own, people will stop having to hurt you," she tried.

"OUR NEST! WE LIVE HERE NOW!" was the screechy reply.

"If only they weren't so dumb," Ace sighed. Which was saying -- well, sighing -- a lot from someone who couldn't remember how matches worked. Wait, though -- if she could make them smarter, then maybe they'd fly away!

Just in case you wondered why there was a girl in a slightly soggy polka-dot poodle skirt throwing raw fish at the dodo nest, that'd be it. Brain food.

Or other questions/comments/pastries.

The Beach Near Galactica Point, Friday at Dusk

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OOC: NPC Dodo Services, Inc