Fifth floor lounge, after lunch

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was engaged in a staring contest.

With a muppet chicken.

Not that she knew it was a muppet chicken, since she didn't really know what a muppet was. She was pretty sure it would have to blink eventually, though.

She was sitting on the floor, with a pen dangling from her lips. In front of her was her notebook, where she had intended to write down ideas for ways to get back at Marty for the chicken debacle. Unfortunately, the chicken was sitting directly on her notebook, and was not willing to move.

She'd tried picking it up and moving it, but it had reacted rather badly to that tactic, flapping its wings frantically and pecking at Nadia's hands until she'd been forced to let go. Nadia now had even more white feathers in her hair, and small, foam textured bruises on both her hands.

"Look," she said to the chicken. "I really need to use my notebook. I don't mind if you stay in the lounge, but you can't stay on my notebook."

"Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk," said the chicken.

"This isn't funny any more," said Nadia. "What if I was trying to do homework?"

"Bawk bawk bawk bawkA!" said the chicken, studiously returning to her knitting.

Nadia sighed. "You don't want to be here any more than I want you to be here."

"Bawk bawk."

"That was really a dirty trick Marty pulled, wasn't it. Forcing you poor chickens into the ducts and the hallways, where you might get kicked or trampled or eaten by hungry cats."

"Bawk bawk."

Nadia nodded, a smile starting to form. "No, you're right, you have made the best of a bad situation. But I think Marty needs to learn from his mistake, don't you?"

The chicken peered up at Nadia with what she was willing to interpret as consideration. "Bawk, bawk bawk bawk bawk,"

"That's what I'm trying to do. That's why I need my notebook. Okay?"

The chicken picked itself up, knitting and all, and shifted over a foot to give Nadia access to her notebook. "Bawk."

"Thank you."

"Bawk bawk-bawk."

"So." Nadia picked her notebook up. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?"

If chickens could smile . . . .

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots came into the lounge in search of food and blinked. "Is that a muppet chicken nitting?"

[nadiathesaint]

"So it would seem," Nadia watched the chicken for a moment longer, then looked up. "Hey! Not-gremlin!"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots glanced around and realizing she was addressing him, nodded. "Yeah, usually. Am not a gremlin that is. Why is there a muppet chicken knitting here?" He sat down on a couch and stared at it.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "I'm more worried about where all the other chickens went. This one was mostly just trying to hijack my notebook until I got her on my side." She frowned. "I think."

"Bawk bawka," said the chicken.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots stared at the chicken, the chicken stared back. "It doesn't talk at least, right? And, wait, there's more of them?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Bawk," said the chicken.

"I don't think so. It seems to understand us, though." Nadia frowned at Broots. "There were chickens all over the place this morning. How did you miss that?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots offered her a gooffy grin. "Easily."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "I heard them in the vents. Where were you hiding?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"My room. Earbuds in. I only come out for classes and feeding."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had never before hit such a wall in trying to understand another person. She couldn't fathom the idea of spending that much time alone. She'd always been surrounded by people, and was pretty sure she preferred it that way.

"Really?" She was unsuccessful in keeping the shock from her voice. "So which is this?"

[nadiathesaint]

[ooc: and unfortunately, Nadia-mun must go to sleep now. She was up late last night, working on stories. feel free to respond and we can slow play this, if you like.]

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots shrugged. "Morbid curiosity? Boredom? Felt like actually feeling my legs move instead of using my imagination? Something like that. I do talk to people." He might have pouted a little.

((No problem, works for me))

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinked and nodded. "Okay." She smiled. "Works for me. But what do you do in your room all day?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots petted his laptop and grinned.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "Wow. I can't imagine being on a computer that long."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots shrugged. "It's not that hard."

[nadiathesaint]

"Whatever you say."