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Posted by: Oink Zeggpold	Subject: Waaaaaaa! at 10:55:06 PM on Mon May 31 2010 Reply
	Over a small grove in the midst of a field in an unimportant area of Lucidia, a portal looking suspiciously like Form 769/W appears: Accompanied by a loud squeal, a pig falls thru the portal onto the aforementioned grove. This, coupled with the sort of sound a pig makes when its fall is being broken by some rather stout tree branches (which is mostly "Ouchy ouchy ouchy OUCHY!") will be quite audible to anyone in the vicinity. Should they choose to investigate, they will find the pig at the edge of grove, somewhat the worse for wear, clad in a garish purple and green suit and clutching a briefcase.
Posted by: The Boarder Collie	Subject: Wha...what? at 01:41:29 PM on Wed Jun 09 2010 Reply
	At a casual pace, a white-furred collie approaches, wearing short cargo pants, one of his favorite t-shirts (off-white with bold green print "Live simply. Simply live."), a backpack with his skateboard strapped to it, and of course several wristwatches on his arms. He is humming some random tune and occasionally looking at a small folded map. "But it must be here... there is the grove, as in the map...", he mumbles to himself, then looks at the three wristwatches on his left arm. "And I'm not even five minutes late. That guy must have been kidding me." He scans the surroundings with his gaze, but there is no one in sight. Of course the collie, whose name is Craig, does not know how form 769/W looks like. Sadly he has little understanding for the finer details of bureaucracy, so as the portal catches his eye, he merely thinks something along the lines of "Huh? Where did that piece of black sky come from?" Hearing the pig squeal, he hurries towards the grove. Somehow, though, this guy doesn't look like the one he was expecting to meet. "Are you okay?"
Posted by: Oink Zeggpold	Subject: Who's that? at 09:22:41 PM on Sat Jun 12 2010 Reply
	The pig, who is indeed Oink, looks up and cleverly identifies Craig as a dog. But he doesn't get much else right. "Captain Dawg! Friend of my youth, or at least early middle age! How nice to see you again. I'll have my form 115/V ready for you shortly..." Captain Dawg isn't even a collie, and of course Oink means 115/N. Sitting up and brushing some leaves off of his head, the pig adds, "Hmm, this isn't the Berglundtrek, is it?" Well, even a broken clock is right occasionally. "Where are the rest of the crew? Kristy, Boinky, Sue, my assistant Mr. Undertow... Wait, something's not right here. Ah, yes, I didn't answer your question. Yes, I am okay." The pig tries to stand up, and promptly falls down as his left leg gives way. "Er, that is to say, no, I'm not okay. Um."
Posted by: The Boarder Collie	Subject: Ouch. Broken leg? at 01:42:05 PM on Sun Jun 13 2010 Reply
	Craig only slightly shakes his head, it's not entirely sure whether he does so because of being addressed as Captain Dawg, or because of Form 115/V. He listens attentively, but with visible confusion while taking off his backpack. Quite obviously this was not the guy who offered to sell him a cart and said he would meet him here. Didn't matter much, now. "Nope, this is not quite the Berglundtrek.", the collie replies calmly, not wanting to upset the pig, who apparently had a bit of a hard landing. "And sorry, I don't know where your crew is, nor how you got here. But should you need help with your leg, or need to get to a hospital, I'll see what I can do." He moves closer to lend the pig a paw if necessary.
Posted by: Oink Zeggpold	Subject: Pickles at 08:49:17 PM on Wed Jun 16 2010 Reply
	"Well, you are off duty, sir," the pig says, noting Craig's attire. Oink doesn't seem to think it's odd that the presumed Captain Dawg doesn't know where his crew is, and hopefully Craig won't be too offended by the pig sniffing suspiciously around his muzzle. "Hmm. I don't know that's it's serious enough for a hospital---probably just a sprain. If only I had my medical kit... Well, I'd best get to work on my form 839/N (Report of Injury to Space Bureaucrat or Allied Trades)." Opening his briefcase, the pig is surprised to find his scanning pickle. "Ah! What's that doing here? Well it's just what we need at the moment." Offering the pickle to the dog, he says "Sir, if you could just use this to check my ankle?" If Craig accepts the pickle, he will find an ordinary kosher dill pickle with the minor exception of a glowing yellow display (which will confirm Oink's sprained ankle).
Posted by: Ellian	Subject: Well, okay then... at 03:05:49 PM on Sat Jun 26 2010 Reply
	Craig needed a while to think about what to say. Of course he understood only half of the pig's ramblings, but he considered it appropriate not to upset a slightly confused individual further. So the collie played along. "Yes, I am off duty, so you needn't call me sir." He apparently didn't mind any sniffing. Accepting the pickle with a shrug and a rather helpless expression, Craig notices the display. "Oh my... how fancy. Now that's what I call high-tech." Holding the pickle next to Oink's possibly injured ankle, he can't help kidding the poor pig: "Say, where and how are these grown? May I eat it when I'm done, or is this one unfit for consumption?" Given that the display language is readable to the collie, he will inform Oink about the diagnosis, otherwise he would just hand it back, hoping that the display won't go blank immediately after scanning.
Posted by: The Boarder Collie	Subject: Now what? at 03:08:01 PM on Sat Jun 26 2010 Reply
	Note to Dat: Changing characters when editing a post doesn't work. sulks
Posted by: Oink Zeggpold	Subject: Ouchy! at 11:37:48 PM on Thu Jul 01 2010 Reply
	Oink glances at Craig with alarm. "Sorry, sir, er, Captain, er... For a second there you looked like a cat! Ha, ha! Sprained ankle, you say? Must be causing hallucinations. I'll have to fill out a form 451/B..." Attempting to get to his feet (well, trotters), the pig says "Er, yes, feel free to eat the pickle. Very nutritious. I'm afraid I don't know where they come from; they just sort of show up, you see. Ouchy!" before toppling over again. "Bother. Where's the rest of my medical kit when I need it? You wouldn't have anything we could use to, um, well maybe add some support or something, would you, sir, er, Captain, er?"
Posted by: The Boarder Collie	Subject: Let's see what we can do at 02:04:42 PM on Sun Jul 04 2010 Reply
	Craig twitches at Oink's comment. Actually, for a brief moment, he felt like a cat... no, that must have been a hallucination, since he doesn't even know how a cat feels like. Well, either that, or the pig's confused state is contagious. Bad idea. He shakes his head as if to get the thought off his mind. After calming down himself, the collie nods and replies gravely: "Do as you must." In regards to the strange curcumber, the dog isn't too happy with the answer he got. Hesitant about eating something that might turn out unexpectedly crunchy due to electronic enhancements, he hands it back to Oink. "Actually... I guess I suddenly lost my appetite. And maybe you'll need it later on." His sheepish look betrays Craig's true feelings, though, and he knows, hoping that the pig won't notice. Whatever. Letting go of the feeling of embarrassment, the watch-dog eventually manages to focus on the actual problem. He's not dumb, after all, just a bit easily distracted. Being accustomed to injuries happening among skaters, including broken bones, he knows how to make a makeshift splint. Not only that, his backpack, in which he is rummaging right now, contains sticky tape and a bandage. Using his pocket knife, the collie cuts a twig to the right size, and, unless his patient puts up resistance, carefully but firmly uses the piece of wood, a bandage and sticky tape to put the sprained ankle to rest. "Sadly, I don't have any drugs that I could ease your pain with. But if you manage to keep the balance, maybe we could use my skateboard to get you to the city for further treatment."
Posted by: Oink Zeggpold	Subject: Kowabunga, dude! at 09:39:04 PM on Wed Jul 07 2010 Reply
	Rapidly filling in the form in a variety of colors, Oink says, "Thank you, sir, er, Captain, if you'll just initial there, and there, and a paw print there...?" Taking the pickle back, the pig says "You sure? Well, one never can tell when a pickle may turn out to be handy." However, it may not be that handy, as the pig absent-mindedly takes a bite. Oink makes no objects to Craig's first aid; in fact, he seems impressed. "Gosh, Captain, I didn't realize you'd taken a first aid/wilderness survival course! Well done." Taking another bite of the pickle, he adds, "The pain seems to be subsiding already." But when the dog mentions the skateboard, the pig is reluctant. "Er, I don't know. I'm not all that good at skateboarding when I'm healthy. Say, when did you take up skating, anyway?" he adds, finishing off the pickle.
Posted by: The Boarder Collie	Subject: So, can you walk? at 12:02:22 PM on Wed Jul 14 2010 Reply
	With a shrug, Craig takes the form (and pens if necessary), doing as requested by the pig. "Sure, if you insist..." The collie twitches when Oink takes a bite from the pickle. He doesn't say anything, though, focusing on the treatment of the injury instead. "Where accidents can always happen, it's good to know about first aid", the dog replies at the comment about the survival course, "but maybe your pickle serves as a painkiller as well." Honestly, he has some doubt about this, but well, if it works, who cares? He laughs briefly, though, when Oink talks about skating. "Actually, I just wanted to suggest that you could maybe try to use the skateboard as a kind of wheeled stretcher, should you still be able to keep your balance." Asked about when he took up skating, Craig replies: "Around twelve, I guess. Maybe eleven. Many professionals started at ten already, though."
Posted by: Oink Zeggpold	Subject: Pigs unclear on the concept at 06:40:14 PM on Fri Jul 23 2010 Reply
	"Excellent," Oink says, taking the forms back and stowing them in his briefcase. "Perhaps a 656/W...? Er, no, better not press my luck." "Pickle? Painkiller? What pickle?" the pig says. Apparently he's already forgotten about it. Oh, well. "Oh, the pickle I had? Just a perfectly ordinary diagnostic pickle. Um, what did I do with it? Oh, never mind, it will turn up." "Where were we? Oh, yes, a wheeled stretcher." He lies down on the skateboard; well, more falls down on it. Anyway, the end result is that he's lying on his back, with the board sideways just above his tail. "Hmm, not sure how this is going to work, but you're the expert. Since you were twelve, huh? But surely your parents, the Duke and Duchess, didn't approve...?"
Posted by: The Boarder Collie	Subject: You bet...! at 02:36:24 PM on Sun Jul 25 2010 Reply
	The collie notices how easily Oink forgets things that just happened. Anterograde amnesia, possibly post-traumatic. Sadly, he doesn't have a mobile phone to call an ambulance. The stretcher thing doesn't seem to work out too nicely, too. Craig manages to hide his surprise well when the pig mentions the Duke and Duchess. "Yep. They were less than thrilled, really." Deciding on a whim to play along with the pig's oddities, he tells Oink: "You see, later I didn't tell them when I went skateboarding, and since they never told me that they were nobility, that pretty much makes us even, I guess." Despite the seriousness of the situation, he almost chokes swallowing a laugh after having said that. Still the dog sounds almost sober when considering their current situation and options. "No, sir, I fear I am not that much of an expert here. This simply won't work. If I had another skateboard to support you, maybe. Now it's up to you. Should I run and get some help - any help I can get - or do you see a way to get yourself moved away from here, preferrably before nightfall?"
Posted by: Cyall	Subject: [No Subject] at 05:43:49 PM on Sun Jul 25 2010 Reply
	Far away in the next field but one, a pixie sat on a twig right at the top of a tall tree, swinging her legs impatiently. She was a tiny thing, only 17cm tall, but 20cm wide across her translucent wings, glittering in the sunlight. Well, they partly glittered, partly didn't, on account of her not being right at the top of the tree. She was just low enough to be shaded by a few leaves, on account of her dark chocolate-coloured skin and not wanting to roast in the sun. She didn't want her clothes made of leaves to dry out in the sun, either, they got scratchy when they did that. She was gazing out at the fields, enjoying the nice day to be sure, but bored with fields and hills now and looking for something... interesting. A blackish square appeared in the sky. A green and purple humanoid shape with a light pinkish head fell out of it. Oh, this was interesting all right, it had been too long since she'd seen anything like it. "Finally!" she squealed, jumping off her twig, and promptly had to carefully hover quite still as two dozen sparrows decided in unison that they wanted to move to a quieter tree and jumped up themselves, fluttering and swirling all around her and chirping noisily as sparrows will when they decide to move to a quieter tree. It took the pixie quite some time to fly across the fields, far too long for her taste, and slowing down to search the grove was just plain annoying, adventure was waiting! All that impatience evaporates as she arrives. Well, not all of it, but you know, there are things to take her mind off it now. She buzzes around so both Oink and Craig can see her. "Hello," she says cheerily to Craig, and turns to Oink. "Hiii, it's been sooo long since I've seeen you! It's Oink Zegg... pold... isn't... it... um..." She trails off, seeing the end of a skateboard just barely visible under Oink's back. "Did I come at a bad time?" Young Cyall
Posted by: Oink Zeggpold	Subject: Introductions at 11:08:12 PM on Thu Jul 29 2010 Reply
	For once, the pig keeps the thread of the conversation. He says to Craig, "Fascinating. You didn't even know you were Honorable? But wasn't living at Balmings Castle a bit of a giveaway? I suppose puppies don't think of that sort of thing at that age, though. I know I didn't when I was a piglet living on---" Fortunately at this point Oink notices Cyall; otherwise he might have given away Bergland Confidential information. "Ah, it's the Associated Mushroom, Cyall! Greetings and salutations; not a bad time at all, I just seem to have twisted my ankle a bit. Have you met my friend and colleague, er, maybe I should say boss and colleague, Captain Hubert H. Dawg? Captain, this is Cyall, one of the famed Associated Animals, not that she's an animal, you understand." As he makes the introductions, Oink sits up and and ends up sitting on the skateboard. It starts rolling off to one side, and the pig says, "Wait, hang on. This may work after all." As the skateboard picks up speed, not a lot of speed but enough to make a pig with a sprained ankle nervous, he adds, "Um, except, are there breaks?"
Posted by: Oink Zeggpold	Subject: Ping! at 09:52:34 PM on Wed Aug 25 2010 Reply
	Bother, I knew having the pig make sense was a bad idea. Would it help if he turned so as to be sitting on the skateboard facing the direction it's traveling, and said "Radar secret service here! Car 6 is out of control!" while making "vroom, vroom" noises?
Posted by: Cyall	Subject: [No Subject] at 07:26:18 PM on Thu Aug 26 2010 Reply
	Ah! I was first waiting for the boarder collie then had a computing disaster which required a lot of work to fix. I got stuck in computer-work mode like Sherlock Holmes on a mission, and got quite out of practice at slipping into Cyall's character. I'm getting back into it now, and doing so less sloppily -- years of playing her in Second Life almost ruined my ability to recall her deeper traits and bring them into play. I found it's all coming back to me better than before as I posted in Vanilla's thread tonight. B) I'll post here as soon as I can.
Posted by: Cyall	Subject: [No Subject] at 05:11:37 PM on Mon Aug 30 2010 Reply
	((OOC: It does help to have the board lengthwise. Sorry again for the delay.)) "Ah you remembered me!" she squeaks, and giggles at herself a little bit. "It's been so long since I saw anyone I knew. Hiiii," she says to 'Hubert', "Nice to meet ya!" She's quickly distracted by the rolling pig. "Um..." She follows him. "There aren't any." She sounds worried. "You can turn by leaning though." She doesn't want to say she's never had good experiences on those things.