28 * Strange days.
Aug. 8th, 2009 04:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starchilde_lost[The video feed opens on it's side, the Network device having been left on it's side on the counter. On the far side of the kitchen, Rachel is pacing.]
No I will not calm down, my best friend's cursed. The entire City is on another one if it's multi-curse kicks. Teddy's gone again, so I wanna be there for Billy. And here I am standing in my kitchen, talking to a BIRD.
[She pauses, listens and rolls her eyes.]
Sorry, a dæmon phoenix.
[From off-screen, said dæmon flies across the room and perches on a chair next to Rachel. It STARES at her.]
Okay, okay, MY dæmon phoenix. Jeez, you're possessive.
[More staring, it's obvious that it's talking to Rachel somehow.]
No it's not the strangest thing that's happened to me and- how do you know about that?
[A few feathers ruffle, if birds could smirk, this would be that.]
We will not mention the demon-bride thing again, EVER. Is that clear?
[The dæmon flies to Rachel's shoulder and she visibly relaxes, reaching up and stroking the bright feathers.]
I guess you're forgiven, but can we please do something?
[Flying to the counter, the dæmon sees the network device on. With a Rachel-like sigh, it pecks at it until it's off.]
No I will not calm down, my best friend's cursed. The entire City is on another one if it's multi-curse kicks. Teddy's gone again, so I wanna be there for Billy. And here I am standing in my kitchen, talking to a BIRD.
[She pauses, listens and rolls her eyes.]
Sorry, a dæmon phoenix.
[From off-screen, said dæmon flies across the room and perches on a chair next to Rachel. It STARES at her.]
Okay, okay, MY dæmon phoenix. Jeez, you're possessive.
[More staring, it's obvious that it's talking to Rachel somehow.]
No it's not the strangest thing that's happened to me and- how do you know about that?
[A few feathers ruffle, if birds could smirk, this would be that.]
We will not mention the demon-bride thing again, EVER. Is that clear?
[The dæmon flies to Rachel's shoulder and she visibly relaxes, reaching up and stroking the bright feathers.]
I guess you're forgiven, but can we please do something?
[Flying to the counter, the dæmon sees the network device on. With a Rachel-like sigh, it pecks at it until it's off.]
