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fandomhighdorms2008-07-13 07:53 pm
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Third Floor CR, Sunday Night
Someone had left a stuffed animal in the common room, and it was giving Ella fits.
It wasn't a flaw you'd see looking at the thing. It was a perfectly nice bear, white like the ribbon-brand-beverage creatures had been, and the fur was plush.
The problem was that it had been designed to talk; specifically, to say "Hug me!" when touched. But every time Ella hugged it, the chip activated again, and she had to give it another hug, and so the cycle continued.
"This is worse than Mandy's parrot," she grumbled, squeezing the bear again and hoping no one would wander in to see her being bossed about by a stuffed animal. Sometimes fairy gifts were just humiliating.
[OOC: Open. Rescue her?]
It wasn't a flaw you'd see looking at the thing. It was a perfectly nice bear, white like the ribbon-brand-beverage creatures had been, and the fur was plush.
The problem was that it had been designed to talk; specifically, to say "Hug me!" when touched. But every time Ella hugged it, the chip activated again, and she had to give it another hug, and so the cycle continued.
"This is worse than Mandy's parrot," she grumbled, squeezing the bear again and hoping no one would wander in to see her being bossed about by a stuffed animal. Sometimes fairy gifts were just humiliating.
[OOC: Open. Rescue her?]