Mun: What am I doing?

[wingedpower]

Take a chance, make mistakes, and reread. No! No no no no no! Don't wait for a push, use your initiative!

[Peach makes her way to a more comfortable perch from which to stare out at D_M.]

Comments

[sandwormie]

It might not be that bad. Mine found out she'd been accidentally doing things 'right' that she hadn't really thought of before.

[wingedpower]

[Peach will circle around and attempt to land of Luke's shoulder, screeching into his ear. Well, she'll screech regardless.]

Still, they'll have to read more than just the first book. Not more than three!

And that's the way it is!

[sandwormie]

[Luke jumps a little when she lands, holds very very still, and tries to hide a wince. Parrots are loud.]

Three, huh? Mine's mostly looking at comics. I'm older in a lot of them, but - yeah.

- Hi.

And heading off for the night.

[wingedpower]

[She wiggles about, getting comfortable and preening.]

Only three! In comparison, not a lot at all.

Comics need more inference.

[sandwormie]

[He continues to hold still and watches her curiously out of the corner of his eye, not appearing to be concerned about the big hooked beak. Luke hasn't talked to many non-humanoids yet.]

Um - when I'm older I'm in a lot of things, I guess. My mun's just least familiar with the comics, so... that's what she's focusing on.

Why just three? Are those the ones you're in? Uh - who are you, anyway? I'm Luke.

[wingedpower]

Technically, I could be in several more books, but they want to focus on my current avatar. So three books.

[She stills, finally.]

Machu Picche, but that's a mouthful. Call me Peach, everybody else does.

[sandwormie]

All right. Peach.

...It's kind of rude, but... is it okay to ask what you are? I haven't met anyone who looks like you. Reptavians kind of a little similar, maybe, but they didn't talk.

[wingedpower]

Of course it rude. It's very rude. But ignorance is worst.

I'm a bird. A scarlet macaw, to be exact. Talking can be learned, it's all sound imitation anyway. [Not that she's particularly normal even in that sense.

Being a wizard's pet does tend to cause stranger things to happen.]

[sandwormie]

Sorry.

Sound, I guess, but language is - like I can sort of talk with animals? If they feel like it? But it's not like with people, even if we don't have the same language.

[wingedpower]

There are forces that hold together the universe, and language that is universal in meaning, at the least.

Sound like it's something similar.

[sandwormie]

I guess? I'm not really - I'm pretty new to the Force. It's always been there, but... I haven't really been trying to do anything with it until recently.

[are_you_a]

...

[You know, he's just not even gonna question it right now.]

Good to see you, bird.

[wingedpower]

[Carl, you were always her favorite perch.]

So you found your way here too.

[They can have a reunion... of two.]

[are_you_a]

I'm not convinced you got here first.

[Oh my god he might have seniority on a Power. This is either a pleasant advantage, or a terrible omen. Or both.]

Got any advice?

[wingedpower]

Does that matter in the long run?

[She preens a wing before speaking]

Look both ways when crossing. Plan for the present. Go armed for bear.

lateness is a lie

[are_you_a]

I'll pack my bear arms just in case.

[Ah yes, dry sarcasm. Comforting in its familiarity if nothing else.]

Carl, can't you just borrow a piece of thursday somewhen?

[wingedpower]

Oh yes, the set with the duct tape. That will do nicely.

[Her tone is somewhat fond, it's hard to tell with the sarcasm, but it's there.]

Sounds too much like work.

[are_you_a]

[Imagine, if you will, that he holds up a roll in the manner of Horatio.]

Ah, duct tape. The universal bond that holds the universe together.

How've you been?

[We will ignore the ridiculousness of asking a Power that question for the moment.]

Should be routine then!

[wingedpower]

[Muttered] And if you had your way, half the house.

I'm well, it's boredom that is the largest problem at hand. For the mundane.

[Power or not, she's still stuck inside a macaw.]

zomg peach! very, very late response, but peach!

[coilswithincoils]

[Hello, bird who isn't a bird, have a cat who isn't a cat, although he's watching you in the fashion quite particular to cats anticipating a meal. Although it's entirely possible that's just habit. He licks a paw.]

That's very cryptic.

Hi Mogget! And late's no problem. (Also, breaking haitus to tag so...we'll see how long that goes)

[wingedpower]

Like answers just fall out of the sky, Mister Cat. It's not a news announcement.

[Cocking her head a little, she continues sarcastically.]

The weather today is going from a balmy 58 to the high seventies. Remember to wear sunscreen and stay hydrated.

[Peach is not afraid to bite, so don't tempt her.]

[coilswithincoils]

[While the sarcasm is far from lost on him (he's too much a master of it himself for that), the imitation of a weather report is beyond his scope of experience.]

I would have called that advice, not an answer. Unless there's someone you were... answering.

[Anybody? Just a quick glance-- nnnnope, no-one around.]

[wingedpower]

Perhaps I just like the sound of my own voice, but then again, it's an old argument.

One says that they can't, and the only reply is to try.

[She stares down at Mogget, shuffling closer to the cat till she's nearly right on top of him.]

[coilswithincoils]

[Mogget is a lazy fuck and is not going to back away from the impertinent invasion of space, and instead just going to continue to eye her in a vaguely superior fashion.]

Can't what?

[wingedpower]

[She'll count that as a point for herself then.]

Do something. Anything. I'm generalizing. The usual folks who complain that something is too hard, or that they're too tired and never do anything useful.