shabadoobie touch to [TEST DRIVE]

[hopediesalone]

HERE WE GO AGAIIIIIN

Here's a few options, ganked from the last one and still as shamelessly stolen from even earlier versions.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU
> Or make up your own

Very nice! Test Strike! FABULOUS!

Comments

i will take anything angua

[envisaging]

[ That...wasn't a usual question. Or, well, they got odd questions all the time, but it did throw Sierra for a moment - though the fact she was at work at least gave her a script for this, sort of. ]

Are you considering getting a wolf? If you're wondering about permits, I think the rule in this state is you only need one if the canine in question is over seventy-five percent wolf? I'd have to check, I don't know off the top of my head exactly...

[ Hrm. Maybe she should call in one of the vets, but they're slightly booked on Sierra's ever-present schedule. ]

[von_uberwolf]

...Definitely over seventy-five percent, yes. I'm more worried about diet and such, though.

[envisaging]

Oh, in that case. [ A question she can actually answer without grabbing someone else! ]

I would advise you to do a lot of research about it - wolves aren't usually pets, and there's a reason for it. But diet-wise - if we're talking an adult wolf, it'll need, oh, I think it's two to five pounds of meat a day? And that's usually with the skin and fur and bones all intact, so.

[ Sierra's eyeing Angela mildly, just...checking. That she's sure. Although she's not about to lecture. ]

I can actually give you numbers for more wildlife-oriented clinics, if you like, too. We're more a housepets place, y'know?

[von_uberwolf]

[Urgh, she likes a steak as much as the next person but...]

That's a lot of meat.

[She catches the look, though.]

It's...complicated. I don't exactly WANT to have to take care of a wolf.

[envisaging]

Uncooked, too.

[ Sierra does look more openly puzzled at that statement. ]

Well, if you don't want to - is it someone in your family considering it, or...? If you've been saddled with one somehow, there are places you could take it...

[von_uberwolf]

Very complicated.

[envisaging]

[ Urgh. The urge to lecture is so strong, but professional demeanor... ]

Well, let me just...print out those resources for you?

[ Maybe she can print out something about being sure you want to do this.

Does that still count as a lecture?

It probably still counts as a lecture.

Sierra turns to start pulling things up on her computer all the same, her math homework still abandoned at her elbow. And further down the sheet, the network that ought to be invisible to everyone in the office, just in case we need a spark at some point.

The young woman looks like she's debating something, before starting off a few sheets printing, with contact information for places that would know more, and yes, she is going with the Before You Get A [Insert Animal Here] lecture resource, too.

She can't help herself. ]

[von_uberwolf]

[She took the printouts with a rather tight-lipped smile.]

Thank you.

[However when she turned to leave she froze. The clouds that had been blanketing town this evening had broken, bathing the parking lot outside in brilliant moonlight. Damn damn damn.]

Ah, do you mind if I stay here while I read this?

[envisaging]

[ Sierra shook her head, gesturing to the chairs set up in the waiting room that was her domain. ]

No, not at all. There's water and cookies over by the table there, if you want, too. We're open for a while yet; the vets are just back with some appointments right now...