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Fourth floor comon room: Saturday afternoon

Karal stumbled into the common room in something of a daze.

In his arms was a chinchilla. Esther the chinchilla, in fact, and she was extremely cute, all bright eyes and twitching nose.

Unfortunately she was also talking. A lot. "...so this is a common room. I've never seen a common room before. What makes it common? That seems like a strange name. Can I have a biscuit? Or a carrot? I bet there's some in that big white box over there. Put me down so I can hop around! I want to see why it's common!"

Karal set her down on the table, sank into a chair, and let his head thump onto the table top. Esther was still talking. "Why did you do that? Didn't that hurt? This isn't the floor, I can't get to the white box from here." Hop hop, nudge nudge. "Your hair is soft. Not as soft as mine, but it's soft. Can I get down? I want to explore. Where's my biscuit? You were going to get me a biscuit."

"Bright Flame, please stop talking!" Karal begged her.

"But you wanted me to talk. you said so. You said you wished I could talk, and then I could! Not that I couldn't talk before, you just couldn't understand me. I don't think humans are very smart. Oh, what's over here?!"

Karal groaned and closed his eyes.

[ooc: well, it's a common room, so of course it's open! Karal wished Esther the chinchilla could talk, and lo and behold... Plus, shhhh, it always said Saturday.]

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Dean wandered down from his dorm room, then stopped and stared. "Dude, your... furball is talking."

Karal lifted his head and cast Dean a helpless look. He didn't get a chance to say anything, though, because Esther hopped to the edge of the table and stretched towards Dean. "I'm not a furball. I'm a chinchilla. Esther the chinchilla. Who are you? Will you give me a biscuit? Why is it called a common room? I've never been in here before. I think I like it. It's much bigger than my cage."

"She will not stop," he managed to get in as Esther paused for breath.

Dean was still staring at Esther. "Maybe if you gave her a biscuit?"

"Yes! I like you. I need a biscuit. Or a carrot or some celery or an apple or some bread..." She kept listing off food she'd like while Karal hopped up and went to rummage in the kitchen cupboards, returning with a box of crackers. "...or some cheese, I've never had cheese, or pineapple or chocolate and oh! What's that?"

Karal pulled out several crackers and offered them to her. After a nose twitch or two, she snatched one and started stuffing it in her mouth, still talking, but at least it was quieter.

Evie had wandered down a floor, looking for popcorn, and waved to Karal as she entered. "Hello, Karal. Hello, Dean!" She didn't immediately notice the chinchilla, and went over to the cupboards to rummage for microwave bags. Then she looked up, when she heard the little voice talking. "Oh my."

Dean grinned. "What I used to have to do to shut Sammy up when he was in babble mode."

Esther looked up, eyes bright. "Hi! Are you getting me food? Karal won't let me off the table and I think he's just being mean. Don't you think he's being mean? You have a lot of hair. How come humans only have hair in a few places instead or everywhere like me? It doesn't make sense. Are you getting me food?"

Karal waved at her. "Hello, Evie," he said, pitching his voice to be heard over Esther. "She talks now."

"It was a very good idea, thank you." He had another cracker, ready to stuff it in her mouth as soon as she was done with that one. "It is hard to imagine he could be as bad as this!"

"Good heavens, what happened?" Evie wondered, then told Esther, "I can certainly share with you? And do you know Momo Junior? He's my boyfriend's chinchilla. And, um. I think we only have hair in certain places because..." Evie flailed. "We like clothes better?"

Paleoanthropology was not her field, nope.

"There's another chinchilla here? Is he as cute as me? I bet he's not as cute as me. I'm the prettiest chinchilla ever and I'm not afraid of anything! I don't want to wear clothes. They look silly. I don't want to share, I want food of my own!"

She stamped one little foot and Karal reached out and cuddled her against his chest, trying to muffle her words. "Esther! That is rude. If you are going to speak you will have to learn manners."

When Johnny entered the common room, he had a bunch of things that he was going to say. To ask where the noise was coming from, or what people were up to, or if they would mind if he turned on the TV to watch the Bitterwoman made-for-TV movie.

And then he saw the babbling chinchilla, and just kind of stopped and stared at it. It seemed that he wasn't completely used to Fandom weirdness yet.

"Well, he's a boy, so there's really no comparison," Evie told Esther as diplomatically as she could. "And I can certainly make you a second bag." Because on second thought, maybe the chinchilla should have her own portion. "And it's fine, Karal, I'm sure she's just very young?"

Karal smiled wearily at him as Esther bounced down to the end of the table. "Hi! I don't know you either! You smell funny. Who are you and are you going to feed me? I don't want to share, though. Do you know why it's called a common room? It's much better than a cage because a cage is much smaller. Why are you staring?" Her eyes got really big and she started swivelling her head to look around the room. "Is there something scary here?!"

There was a muffled snort from Esther and Karal yelped. "Esther! That hurt!" But he dumped her back on the table, rubbing his hand. "No scratching!"

"You shouldn't just grab me like that. That's not nice. I didn't do anything wrong. I just said what I was thinking. And yes, a bag of my own. I want one of those! All for me!"

She did a little happy chinchilla dance and Karal sighed. "She just started talking. I was watching her and she didn't look happy, so I told her I wished she could talk and this is what happened."

Evie quickly hit the buttons to start the microwave for the popcorn, and turned back to Karal and his now-voluble pet. "Heavens. Perhaps talking has made her happier? And Esther, I shan't give you any popcorn if you scratch me. Or Karal," Evie said hastily. "It's only fair, since he only wants what's best for you, and it's probably because of him that you can talk."

"You'd be surprised. He's calmed down a lot as he's got older."

Johnny sat down in a chair closer to the table, and tried to figure out whether to pay attention to the chinchilla or her own.

"I ... dunno," he said, finally deciding on the chinchilla. " 'M Johnny Blaze, but 'm afraid I don't have any food to offer you. Sorry." Man, this was weird, even by his standards.

" 'S it supposed t'do this?" he asked Karal.

"I don't think she is, no," Karal said as Esther gave an offended sniff at the lack of food and began a running commentary on how he could get her some, surely that wouldn't be too hard, after all. "She just started talking today," he continued over the top of her. "And she will not stop!"

Esther flattened her ears and glared. "You can't tell me what to do. No one can tell me what to do, except maybe Karal but even then I don't have to listen and you said I could have a bag of my own and you can't change it now."

"I do not think an attempt to teach her manners is going to be at all successful," he said, propping his head on his hand.

"I wonder how Sokka trained Momo Junior?" Then Evie blinked, remembering what Momo Junior was like most of the time. "Never mind. As soon as the microwave dings, the popcorn is ready and yours, Esther." She looked back at Karal. "She sounds rather like a, um. Toddler. The few I've met."

"Hopefully I don't have to wait until she is older for her to settle down."

Esther finished her cracker and started babbling again. "That was good! I like these, they're tasty and salty and--"

Karal practically shoved another one in her mouth. "Or she is going to get very fat."

"I only hope that it wears off," Karal replied.

Esther flicked her tail. "Not me. I like it that you can understand me, before I'd talk to you and you'd just look at me like you were dumb and this is better. What's a toddler?"

"A very small human," Evie told Esther, taking the popcorn bag out of the microwave and ripping it open. "Careful! This is going to be quite hot, you might want to wait." She gave Karal a sympathetic look. "Well, nothing lasts around here, it seems."

Johnny had a hard time getting over the chinchilla's monologuing. He idly ran his hands through his pockets, but the only thing he could come up with was an after dinner mint, and he didn't think that it would be good for the animal.

"Have you tried feedin' her to make her stop?" he asked. "Or lookin' for the batteries?"

"Batteries?" Esther and Karal asked at the same time. "She's had an entire box of crackers and a whole bag of popcorn--"

"And they were good! I want more! You only give me boring pellets and I don't like them very much and there needs to be more tasty stuff in my food bowl."

"--AND I'm afraid of what will happen if she eats anything else," he continued, right over the top of her. "I can take her away if she is disturbing you. I only brought her out because she was beginning to echo in my room."

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