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"Oh." She replied, sounding slightly disappointed, though she continued on anyway. "Have you ever seen or heard of paper with small lifted dots on it? My doctor showed me it this morning like it was meant to mean something to me." |
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Sunny murmured in thought, trying to recall something of her description. "Eeehhhhhhhhhhhhh," she muttered, and shook her head. "No, I don't think I've even seen of that kind of paper," she said, "Wouldn't even know what it would be for."
~im out of ideas, sorry!~ |
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Kestrel popped a segment of orange into her mouth and nodded, chewing. "Well, thanks anyway." She replied after swallowing, smiling ruefully. She'd have to look elsewhere. She'd start with the library, then move on to the staff. |
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Greg awoke from his nap. He was bored, there was nothing to do, so he thought maybe he'd check out the library. He stands up, stretches, and proceeds to walk in whatever direction the library is. |
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Kestrel finished the orange and discarded the remaining peel before walking to the library, lost in thought. This paper was a strange thing to obsess over, but it was a piece of the outside world that she knew she should remember. She wanted to see the paper, she wanted to see the world, and not have it shrouded in mystery. The least she could do was to remember the world - and this was the first step. Maybe it would jog her memory. |
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Greg reached the library, and meandered around to find a good book. He settled on a historical satire book, and sat in one of the comy chairs as he began to read. He was tired as it is, so he took his time to fully read every word on the page. |
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Percept woke up suddenly. Night time nears. He always woke up early. Very early. It must be so he gets the jump on his prey. Which, about now, is the leftover pizza. He'd get up and exit his room, and starting heading to the cafeteria. Or food court. That's what they want us too call it atleast. Percept would start walking down the halls. |
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Kestrel let herself into the library and, unsure where she should start, headed for the Arts and Crafts section. They used paper in Arts and Crafts, after all. |
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Page after page, Mr. Simmons enjoyed his book as he got through each page. He hadn't noticed someone had walked into the library. |
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There's was nothing here about paper with raised dots. Sugar paper, tissue paper and origami paper, yes. But no raised dots. Sighing in frustration, Kestrel headed to the computers, bent over it and typed in 'paper with raised dots' into the search engine.
'This page could not be displayed as it has been blocked by the server.'
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Honey finally decided to head to the game room. She was bored out of her mind and games were just the thing to help that, right? Once she was in the game room, she began to find something to tinker with.
(lazy post wot) |
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Greg's legs almost fell asleep. He set the book down, remembered the page, and stretched. He sat back down and continued reading. |
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Kestrel glanced around the library, and then she saw the scientist. She stood by the computers for a minute before marching over and sitting herself down in the chair opposite him, prodding his knee quickly with her finger. |
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Greg was so engrossed (shoot me) into his book he didn't notice the subject wanted his attention. His eyes peered over the edges of his satire book. His eyes were a clear sign that he was tired.
"May I help you...?" |
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"Have you ever seen paper with small, raised dots on it?" She asked, cutting to the chase immediately. She didn't make a habit of talking to scientists - or anyone, really. |
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"I think it's called Braille (excuse me). It helps the blind read. Why do you want to know?" Greg said. |
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"Braille." She repeated slowly. "My doctor showed me some. She wouldn't say why."
Braille, for the blind. That must have been why they chose an owl for her sDNA, and that was surely why she was here. To her, it was an experiment to cure blindness. But blindness couldn't possibly be enough to make her do this, to make herself willing to lose memories and be locked away in a compound as a genetic experiment.
"Thank you very much." She said, getting up quickly and walking quickly to the Anatomy section of the library. |
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"You're welcome."
Greg continued his-
He finished it, he realized.
He got up and put it back where he found it. He then picked up another book about fish and fishing.
He sat back down and began to read it. |
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@sanijta im coming 4 u
(also i think sunny is less of a songbird and more of a parakeet idk)
Sunny felt filled after eating a couple of fruits in the cafeteria, and now she wanted to play some games. She made her way to the game room once again, perhaps to mess with the foosball table this time?
She called out a loud call when she saw a girl, named Honey, in the room, making her appearance clear. It was like, a caw, except was with a lighter tone, but it was definitely loud.
~im out of ideas, sorry!~ |
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(Back.)
Skylar sighs as the two leave the canteen. Shr plucks the other cherry from the stalk and plops it in her mouth, sucking out the stone and spitting it into the bin. She then heads to her room, chewing the remaining bits of cherry as she walks. |
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Scales-
Slowly slithering through the hallways, Scales occasional darted out his elongated tongue to help guide himself through the hallways; eyesight was really a fickle thing now-a-days. Eventually, he stumbled upon a sparrow/hawk/bird?-looking woman headed back towards her room as Scales looped around the apartment hallway once more.
"Ah.. It would be a pleasssure meeting you, Mrss..?" He hissed out, slightly elongating the 's' sound.
(pony dis is you) |
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(woah woah jeezzzz)
Sam noticed a canteen, and walked in first of all to hopefully find someone else, second, to get some food. |
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Hearing the words, Skylar would turn around and look down at the person who uttered them. "S kylar." She says to him. "And you are..." |
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Percept made it too the canteen, and realized that he still has trouble eating pizza with his wings. Of all things, he was stuck without hands. He attempted to pick up the pizza with his tip feathers and made little progress. Why is this so HARD? |
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Scales-
"You may call me Scaless, Misstresss Sskylar.." He hissed at the half-bird woman. He began slowly approaching, gauging the woman's capabilities. |
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