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[There's a honking noise, then a long pause. Then another honk. Then an irritated hiss, and a clatter of webbed feet trying to press buttons.]

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someone withbthumbs ploease open door

|[ooc: waaaaa affected >D typing with beak > honking, idk. For the record, he might bite. >D I make no promises.]|

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i used shoelaces and glue

but i'm sticky now so maybe you should not try it

nhotg helpful.

i can try it on your door if it is unlocked and you are close by

bhui;ldng 11 313

i am coming

[The currently goose-ified Brian stalked around the apartment, waiting for someone, anyone, to open the damn door. He'd managed the lock without too much difficulty-- the advantage to a long neck-- but couldn't get a grasp on the doornob with his beak, so he was stuck.

And therefore, in a really crappy mood.]

[It wasn't that easy to waddle/flap his way up the stairs, especially holding the shoelaces without getting them (more) stuck to himself, but he managed. He got the shoelaces over the doorknob, went back for the glue bottle (his own special recipe), managed to glue the shoelaces to the doorknob, and pulled at it with all his might. Which wasn't much, but just enough.]

Quack! Quackquackquack.

[The sound of the latch opening startled him a bit-- he'd been poking around on the kitchen counter, trying to see if there was anything he could eat. He peered around the edge of the doorway curiously at the quacking.]

[Billy is a yellow and white duckling whose white feathers make it look strangely like he has a lab coat on. He also looks very bedraggled because he got glue on himself. He is having a lot of trouble with the door.]

Quack?

[It wasn't that he wasn't grateful-- it wasn't even really his crappy mood. The simple fact is that, curses are curses, and well, sometimes you're not in control of your actions. So even though a small, rational part of his gooseified brain wanted to thank Billy for his assistance, that wasn't what happened.

Instead, the poor glue-covered mad scienceduck now has a very large goose rushing at him, hissing and honking, flapping his wings maniacally.]

[Poor glue-covered mad science duck is trying to fly away but there a lot of glue on him and he hasn't mastered this whole flying thing, so he just kind of hops backwards and crashes into the opposite wall.]

quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak

[DUCK DUCK GOOSE. Yeeees you are getting chased. Except he wasn't expecting to really catch his prey, and doesn't really know what to do about it.

So, obviously, the logical thing to do is to hiss and bite.]

QUACK!

[In duck language, that is a strong expletive. Try to do a guy a favor...science duck is not pleased. Science duck is also VERY STICKY from special mad science glue.]

Edited 2009-01-07 00:03 (UTC)

[Brian is... oh, shit, stuck. This does not help his goosey mood, and he plants his webby leetle feet on the ground and tugs.]

[Billy is pulling with all his might but he is a small duckling and Rudy is a f-ing gigantic goose, so he's just kind of getting dragged along. It hurts.]

[Rudy's hiss is somewhat muffled by the duck's sticky feathers. This is not working. He considers just whipping his head around to shake Billy off, but that probably wouldn't work, and would probably hurt. So he plants a big foot on the duckling's side to keep him from getting dragged, and tugs again.]

QUACKQUACKQUACK! Quackity-quack, quack.

[He is trying to say, "Stop, that hurts, we need someone with thumbs," but it just comes out as more quacking. He flops around a bit more.]

[This hiss would be a sigh if he was in his normal shape. Okay, not working; plan B. Honking to try and indicate his plan, he began to drag the duckling over towards his network device.]

[Billy didn't know what the honking was about, but he didn't have much choice but to go along. When he spotted the Network device he tried to help them get there.]

[Soomehow-- awkwardly, and with slightly more misspellings than usual, he managed to get out a plea for thumb-equipped assistance.

Of course, this was all the duck's fault. Obviously.]

[And so she arrives minutes after Rudy asked her assistance to find the rather... sticky situation duck and goose are glued in. She makes a small smile and leans over them.]

I can see the problem... do you mind losing feathers?

quaaack.

[This meant, 'I don't care, please just get us unstuck.' Billy's talents did not lie in helping people, and the sooner he accepted that, the sooner he would stop getting in situations like this. Stupid goose. It was all his fault.]

[He gives a light tug again, fruitless though it was, to indicate that he honestly doesn't care, as long as she can peel 'em apart. Though mostly the feathers are on Billy's end of the bargain, since he was doing the biting. One beady, goosey eye fixes Lilith with the best soulful look he can manage, under the circumstances.]

Is this so uncomfortable? By midnight it wouldn't be a trouble.

[Lilith reminded them before kneeling - it seemed like a reckless decision. She reached for Rudy's head with her left hand and for Billy's body with her right one and gently tried to tug away, testing the adhesiveness of the glue before opting for another route. If it was possible to peel them off without need to scrub the area with soap or applying acetone to remove the adhesive]

[Billy-duck gave her the closest thing to a glare that he could muster. Leaving them like this until midnight would SO not be okay. This was not a position he wanted be in when he transformed back into a human. The glue ought to unstick with water. He hoped.]

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