Outside the radio station- Wednesday morning

[fates_jaye]

The squirrels had progressed to having a sit-in.

It was entirely, entirely possible that they'd just gotten tired of protesting by pacing around. They had been doing it for a week, after all.

So anyone passing by the radio station today might be given a brown ribbon, or had a nut thrown at them, or might be begged for rum or food. (Because they kept throwing nuts at people.)


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[filleauloup]

Other things that were entirely possible: that at least some of the squirrels were onto Éponine by now, since when she came by with the mail today she stepped deliberately past them, paused as if expecting a reaction, then looked slightly put out when she glanced back and saw that some of them looked like they were making a show of ignoring her.

Until she was on her way back out and got intercepted by a couple of squirrels with big, pleading, pitiful eyes and outstretched paws.

"You'll have to be more convincing than that, you know, and anyhow it isn't going to work on me," she informed them. "Besides, it's hardly my fault that you threw all those perfectly good nuts away, is it? You ought to know better, wasting food that way, it's a damn shame."

With that she started to walk away and was stopped by another squirrel holding a ribbon out.

"Join your cause? I shouldn't think so. What's the point, as if it ever did anyone any good? It'll only end badly, you just remember I warned you." The ribbon-holding squirrel was promptly nudged aside by another one with a tiny, empty bottle and an even more pitiful expression than the first. "Oh, it's rum you want now, is it? What makes you think I have any? And even if I did, what makes you think I'd be likely to give you any after how horribly you've carried on this week, throwing things and shrieking at me when I'm only trying to do my job?"

And extorting them out of their food supplies, but details.

It didn't budge, and looked even more pitiful, so she wrapped both hands around the strap of her mail bag, eyed the supplicant squirrel, and heaved a very dramatic sigh. "Well, I'll consider it. We'll see. But you've behaved dreadfully, so you'll have to work very hard to convince me first, and in the meantime I have things to do. Good day," she concluded, and breezed on past, humming to herself.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Sorry I'm late. Tiny handcuffs are hard to find," Coulson said. And then he started going around and handcuffing volunteers to nearby objects before handcuffing himself to a street sign.

Just trying to help.