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fandomhighdorms2008-06-08 08:45 pm
cheminthehead.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2008-06-08 08:45 pm
Outside the dorms, Sunday morning
Gladys was on her way back from the stables. (The genet had decided the hayloft was a good place to spend its days, and as it was decimating the rodent population, Gladys had decided it was fair that it should sleep there. Fair pay for fair work, and the horse didn't seem to care.)
A tiny monkey suddenly appeared in front of her, chirruping as it cocked its head, staring up at her. Gladys stared back. "Hello."
Apparently, this was an invitation in monkey, because it scampered forward and straight up, perching on her head. "I Am Not A Tree," she insisted. It chittered demandingly, and a dozen or so more tiny monkeys appeared out of nowhere, all staring at her with gleaming eyes. "Do Not Even Think About It."
They didn't, simply swarmed, and soon Gladys' head and shoulders were covered in tiny albino monkeys, all chattering at each other and leaping around. "This Is Not How The Day Was Supposed To Go."
[ooc: whee, tiny monkeys! Open of course! ]
A tiny monkey suddenly appeared in front of her, chirruping as it cocked its head, staring up at her. Gladys stared back. "Hello."
Apparently, this was an invitation in monkey, because it scampered forward and straight up, perching on her head. "I Am Not A Tree," she insisted. It chittered demandingly, and a dozen or so more tiny monkeys appeared out of nowhere, all staring at her with gleaming eyes. "Do Not Even Think About It."
They didn't, simply swarmed, and soon Gladys' head and shoulders were covered in tiny albino monkeys, all chattering at each other and leaping around. "This Is Not How The Day Was Supposed To Go."
[ooc: whee, tiny monkeys! Open of course! ]