LOG: (Jennie, Marius) Room service
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xp_logsJennie is indeed sick. Jamie, in an act of great compassion, makes her lunch. Too bad this compassion did not extend to his choice of courier.
Marius eyed the door, momentarily thwarted. The basket had been no trouble, nor had finding the room, but the final stage of the delivery was proving to be slightly more complicated by the fact that a wolf's body, while imminently suited to the task of carrying things in its mouth and sniffing out the target, was somewhat less suited to employing traditional modes of announcing his presence. It was very difficult to knock without the benefit of knuckles.
Nonetheless, Jamie had given him a mission. A sick girl needed lunch, and no paltry complication like inadequate vocal cords and an inability to operate doorknobs was going to stand in his way. Marius raised on paw to the door and used his claws as a counterpoint to his most pathetic whine.
Jennie looked up blearily from her cocoon of bed covers. No matter how much she complained, Mr. Marko refused to turn up the heat. The scratching came again, followed by a much louder whine. What the hell was Rahne doing? Jennie stumbled to her feet, and swayed slightly. "I'mb combing." She moaned. Waddling slowly to the door, she carefully opened it. What she saw waiting for her stopped her dead. A big gray wolf with a basket it its teeth looked up at her. It wagged its tail cheerly. The basket had a big "get well Soonish!" Card. "Oh....my Gob..."
Marius nosed past her and trotted into her room, tail wagging. Her room had the unaired smell that occurred when the occupant felt little things like moving, showering, and changing clothes were more trouble than they were worth. Remembering that a sneeze would not have a good effect on the lunch he was restricted to carrying with his teeth, Marius reared up on his hind legs to deposit the basket on the pile of blankets that appeared to be using the bed as a breeding ground. Then he sneezed.
"Oh, dat helbs," Jennie groaned. She was covered in wolf-snot. When she got her strength back, she was going to kill.....wait, wasn't Rahne red? "Who duh hell are you?" She croaked. The wolf gave her a grin and showed a paw-pad. There was something very creepy about a mouth in the middle of a paw pad. "Marius, I shoulb hab known." The took a couple of steps forward and then sank dizzily down on the floor. "Can duh two ob you stop spinning, please?" She put her head down on the nice cool carpet.
Marius pushed off her bed and went to her side, ducking his head to get a look at her face. She was pale, and she smelled . . . well, sick. He thought for a moment, then retrieved the picnic basket from her bed. He set it in front of her, then returned with a mouth full of blanket, which he dragged over her shoulders. He trotted back to the picnic basket and whined at her, pawing at a large thermos that graced its contents.
"Mmmm." Jennie moaned again. That had to be both the cutest and strangest thing she had ever seen. Carefully easing herself into a sitting position she reached out and shakily opened the bottle of ginger ale the kitchen had so thoughtfully provided, as she had all of her empties arranged on her bedside table in rows of seven. She took a tentative swallow, and grimaced, as her throat still hurt. "So. You been gibing Rahne hickies again?"
Marius sniffed in mock-offense, raising his nose primly. Unfortunately, the wagging tail detracted from his credibility. He gave her another grin before standing up, glancing around the room. Aside from the wadded tissues that had clearly been subject to the "approximate position of wastecan" method of disposal, it was quite neat -- even the posters and magazine clippings that graced the walls were precisely arranged. There was a reassuring lack of pastels, floral patterns, and potpurri, although an olfactory investigation in front of her sock drawer revealed a stash of candy. This provoked a faint wag of the tail, but he could forgive her. He appreciated any girl whose bedroom posterart featured this amount of tattoos and Elvis in a gold lame suit. Dropping his nose to the carpet, he began a leisurely investigation of her living space.
"Hey now, whab are you doing?" Jennie reached out to grab Marius's tail, but he wagged it so hard it twacked her in the face. Jennie groaned and rubbed her nose. "Dob disturb anything." She sighed, and then unscrewed the thermos. The smell of chicken soup penetrated her extremely clogged sinuses, and Jennie's stomach rumbled. She gingerly began to sip it out of the thermos. Meanwhile, marius was nosing through her orderly rows of shoes on the floor. "I dob know what you are looking for. Cepb foob fungus." He knocked several pairs over on his way to the closet. Jennie sighed.
Her closet was . . . precise. Marius stared at it for a moment, wondering if his acquisition of several new steps on the color scale was interfering with his ability to interpret the normal ones or if she actually did sort her clothing by color. And on top of that, she had one of those little wire-frame stands, each shelf occupied by a different accessory. Marius studied the shelf occupied by nailpolish, each vial in a group of three, and decided this was starting to get a little strange.
Curious, he decided to experiment. Glancing at Jennie to make sure she wasn't looking, he moved back to the shoes he'd upset with his passage. Making sure he was careful not to damage them with his teeth, Marius began to straighten them. But not in the way they'd originally been placed in; by the time he was done the uniform rows of three were now rows of two, four, five, and one. With the heels of the "one" turned outwards. Then he ambled away to inspect the contents of her CD tree.
Jennie swallowed painfully. Marius was still snuffling near her closet. Gingerly, she turned her head. "Why, you libble..." All her carefully arranged rows were completely out of order and off balance. The spot in her mind that liked her universe neat and orderly snapped. She crawled over to where the wolf was shuffling her cds with his teeth. She grabbed his tail and gave him a hard yank. He yelped in protest. "Oh, geb over ib, you." She began to re-arrange her shoes. "Dob you know never to mess wib a person's things, esbecially when dey hab OCD?"
Ah, said the part of his brain that paid attention to popular culture. That would explain it, then. Of course, she had pulled his tail, which would have been bad enough even had he been accustomed to having an extra appendage attached to the base of his spine. This, Marius decided, warranted retaliation.
With deliberate slowness, Marius extracted a CD case, balanced it delicately on the carpet so he could reposition his grip one hundred and eighty degrees, and then replaced it with great care -- in the wrong spot and spine turned inwards. He stepped back a pace, sat down, and turned to regard her with a total lack of concern.
Jennie rolled her eyes. "Cab we hab a battle of wills when I'm nob sick wib the flu?" The cd turned inwards bugged her. But all the moving around had made her dizzy again. She curled up on the floor in a ball and tried to not look at the offending CD. Or the big stupid wolf. With her eyes half closed she could see a faint red sparkly line, just like Wanda had taught her. Tracing it upwards, she could see it attached to the books dangling precariously above Marius's head. He must of knocked them loose when re-arranging her CDs. She looked back at Marius with a flu-stricken evil grin. Her slightly feverish eyes making her look a little more diabolical than normal. A small red disk appeared in her clenched fist.
Marius had just enough time to think "Hey, mutant power!" before the disc of red light in Jennie's hand flew over his head and splashed against the bookcase like a waterballoon. Unfortunately, looking up to see what was happening above him placed him in the perfect position to see the ensuing cascade of books -- right before one of them struck him between the eyes.
Marius yelped, furiously scrabbling paws taking with them fibers from the patch of carpet unfortunate enough to be caught in the teeth. He overbalanced, fell backwards, and concluded the indignity by managing to bang the back of his already abused head against the wastecan. He heard Jennie emit a vindictive giggle that quickly degenerated into a hacking fit, but all plans for immediate revenge were foiled by the fact that he couldn't sort out how many legs he was supposed to have.
Jennie hacked up something and scrabbled for a tissue that had missed the wastebasket by a mile. She hacked and spat it out in a very unladylike way. "Oh gob, dat hurt, but dab was worb it." She wiped the tears from her eyes that came from the laughing and coughing. "hah. Like wabching a Goofy cardoon." Marius whined as he tried to extract his mouths from the carpet. Jennie noted that he was probably going to be picking carpet fibers out of the teeth later. When he had opposible thumbs again. He just looked so pitiful that Jennie almost felt sorry for him. She reached out to scratch his head, but he growled and snapped at her hand. "Hey now, no biding. You dob wand duh flu too."
Marius flattened his ears and gave her a sour look, then grudgingly ducked his head and lowered the hackles that had risen on the back of his neck. Well, maybe not so grudgingly. Most of his annoyance had been directed at himself for the undignified thrashing and equally unimpressive collision with the trashcan, and while being a quadruped did have its drawbacks, the tendency to attract unsolicited petting wasn't one of them.
Besides, one of the teeth on his hands had broken off in his struggle with the carpet, and though he wasn't quite sure where this had happened he was willing to bet Jennie's bare feet would find it soon enough.
"Ah. You and your puppy eyes. Dhey're going to geb you in trouble one ob dese days." Jennie had to smile as Marius gave her a perfect imitaion of the sad puppy look. The hallmark moment was ruined when Jennie had another coughing fit. "Ugh. Nob feeling good." She crawled back over to the bed, which looked rather like a mass of covers moving like an amoeba. When she reached the bed, she stared at it futilely. Somehow the distance between floor and bed had quadrupled. Well, the floor was comfy enough.
In spite of some lingering resentment over the dual bruises to his person and pride, Marius decided to take pity on her. Shaking himself of the last of his disorientation, Marius padded over to Jennie and nosed his head under one of her arms to help her on her way up. Even with the quasi-dead weight of the ill and exhausted, she didn't weigh much.
Jennie was too tired to even be surprised at this gesture. Perhaps chivalry wasn't dead after all. Instead she let herself be helped to bed. Using her power had drained her of her very last reserve of energy and she was so sleepy. But she was also keenly aware that she did not want to be unconcious with Marius the wonderdog in her room. "Thank you." She mumbled and pulled the covers around her. "Can you close duh door, or do I hab to do ib?"
Marius looked at the inwards-swinging door with its fiendish doorknob, clearly biased towards the opposable thumb-enabled. He then calculated the odds of Jennie actually managing to complete the journey to close it, never mind making the return trip. Not likely. Ah well, he'd do his best -- maybe he could paw the door close enough to the doorframe that he could pull it closed with his teeth. If all else failed, he could harass someone into doing it for him. Marius barked and shook his head -- and then, to make himself perfectly clear, he braced his forelegs against her matress so he could pull the covers higher under her chin.
And then, because her face was right beneath him and Marius had never gotten the hang of putting self preservation before brazen opportunism, he swiped his tongue across her face.
His tongue was coated with second-hand mucus, and he spent a good five minutes dangling by the scruff of his neck while being harangued by Cain about having to replace the door that had proved itself incapable of surviving the combination of Marius' mad dash for escape and a furious red disc the size of a watermelon, though not of ensuring Marius spent the next three hours walking with a limp, but he decided it had been totally worth it.
Marius eyed the door, momentarily thwarted. The basket had been no trouble, nor had finding the room, but the final stage of the delivery was proving to be slightly more complicated by the fact that a wolf's body, while imminently suited to the task of carrying things in its mouth and sniffing out the target, was somewhat less suited to employing traditional modes of announcing his presence. It was very difficult to knock without the benefit of knuckles.
Nonetheless, Jamie had given him a mission. A sick girl needed lunch, and no paltry complication like inadequate vocal cords and an inability to operate doorknobs was going to stand in his way. Marius raised on paw to the door and used his claws as a counterpoint to his most pathetic whine.
Jennie looked up blearily from her cocoon of bed covers. No matter how much she complained, Mr. Marko refused to turn up the heat. The scratching came again, followed by a much louder whine. What the hell was Rahne doing? Jennie stumbled to her feet, and swayed slightly. "I'mb combing." She moaned. Waddling slowly to the door, she carefully opened it. What she saw waiting for her stopped her dead. A big gray wolf with a basket it its teeth looked up at her. It wagged its tail cheerly. The basket had a big "get well Soonish!" Card. "Oh....my Gob..."
Marius nosed past her and trotted into her room, tail wagging. Her room had the unaired smell that occurred when the occupant felt little things like moving, showering, and changing clothes were more trouble than they were worth. Remembering that a sneeze would not have a good effect on the lunch he was restricted to carrying with his teeth, Marius reared up on his hind legs to deposit the basket on the pile of blankets that appeared to be using the bed as a breeding ground. Then he sneezed.
"Oh, dat helbs," Jennie groaned. She was covered in wolf-snot. When she got her strength back, she was going to kill.....wait, wasn't Rahne red? "Who duh hell are you?" She croaked. The wolf gave her a grin and showed a paw-pad. There was something very creepy about a mouth in the middle of a paw pad. "Marius, I shoulb hab known." The took a couple of steps forward and then sank dizzily down on the floor. "Can duh two ob you stop spinning, please?" She put her head down on the nice cool carpet.
Marius pushed off her bed and went to her side, ducking his head to get a look at her face. She was pale, and she smelled . . . well, sick. He thought for a moment, then retrieved the picnic basket from her bed. He set it in front of her, then returned with a mouth full of blanket, which he dragged over her shoulders. He trotted back to the picnic basket and whined at her, pawing at a large thermos that graced its contents.
"Mmmm." Jennie moaned again. That had to be both the cutest and strangest thing she had ever seen. Carefully easing herself into a sitting position she reached out and shakily opened the bottle of ginger ale the kitchen had so thoughtfully provided, as she had all of her empties arranged on her bedside table in rows of seven. She took a tentative swallow, and grimaced, as her throat still hurt. "So. You been gibing Rahne hickies again?"
Marius sniffed in mock-offense, raising his nose primly. Unfortunately, the wagging tail detracted from his credibility. He gave her another grin before standing up, glancing around the room. Aside from the wadded tissues that had clearly been subject to the "approximate position of wastecan" method of disposal, it was quite neat -- even the posters and magazine clippings that graced the walls were precisely arranged. There was a reassuring lack of pastels, floral patterns, and potpurri, although an olfactory investigation in front of her sock drawer revealed a stash of candy. This provoked a faint wag of the tail, but he could forgive her. He appreciated any girl whose bedroom posterart featured this amount of tattoos and Elvis in a gold lame suit. Dropping his nose to the carpet, he began a leisurely investigation of her living space.
"Hey now, whab are you doing?" Jennie reached out to grab Marius's tail, but he wagged it so hard it twacked her in the face. Jennie groaned and rubbed her nose. "Dob disturb anything." She sighed, and then unscrewed the thermos. The smell of chicken soup penetrated her extremely clogged sinuses, and Jennie's stomach rumbled. She gingerly began to sip it out of the thermos. Meanwhile, marius was nosing through her orderly rows of shoes on the floor. "I dob know what you are looking for. Cepb foob fungus." He knocked several pairs over on his way to the closet. Jennie sighed.
Her closet was . . . precise. Marius stared at it for a moment, wondering if his acquisition of several new steps on the color scale was interfering with his ability to interpret the normal ones or if she actually did sort her clothing by color. And on top of that, she had one of those little wire-frame stands, each shelf occupied by a different accessory. Marius studied the shelf occupied by nailpolish, each vial in a group of three, and decided this was starting to get a little strange.
Curious, he decided to experiment. Glancing at Jennie to make sure she wasn't looking, he moved back to the shoes he'd upset with his passage. Making sure he was careful not to damage them with his teeth, Marius began to straighten them. But not in the way they'd originally been placed in; by the time he was done the uniform rows of three were now rows of two, four, five, and one. With the heels of the "one" turned outwards. Then he ambled away to inspect the contents of her CD tree.
Jennie swallowed painfully. Marius was still snuffling near her closet. Gingerly, she turned her head. "Why, you libble..." All her carefully arranged rows were completely out of order and off balance. The spot in her mind that liked her universe neat and orderly snapped. She crawled over to where the wolf was shuffling her cds with his teeth. She grabbed his tail and gave him a hard yank. He yelped in protest. "Oh, geb over ib, you." She began to re-arrange her shoes. "Dob you know never to mess wib a person's things, esbecially when dey hab OCD?"
Ah, said the part of his brain that paid attention to popular culture. That would explain it, then. Of course, she had pulled his tail, which would have been bad enough even had he been accustomed to having an extra appendage attached to the base of his spine. This, Marius decided, warranted retaliation.
With deliberate slowness, Marius extracted a CD case, balanced it delicately on the carpet so he could reposition his grip one hundred and eighty degrees, and then replaced it with great care -- in the wrong spot and spine turned inwards. He stepped back a pace, sat down, and turned to regard her with a total lack of concern.
Jennie rolled her eyes. "Cab we hab a battle of wills when I'm nob sick wib the flu?" The cd turned inwards bugged her. But all the moving around had made her dizzy again. She curled up on the floor in a ball and tried to not look at the offending CD. Or the big stupid wolf. With her eyes half closed she could see a faint red sparkly line, just like Wanda had taught her. Tracing it upwards, she could see it attached to the books dangling precariously above Marius's head. He must of knocked them loose when re-arranging her CDs. She looked back at Marius with a flu-stricken evil grin. Her slightly feverish eyes making her look a little more diabolical than normal. A small red disk appeared in her clenched fist.
Marius had just enough time to think "Hey, mutant power!" before the disc of red light in Jennie's hand flew over his head and splashed against the bookcase like a waterballoon. Unfortunately, looking up to see what was happening above him placed him in the perfect position to see the ensuing cascade of books -- right before one of them struck him between the eyes.
Marius yelped, furiously scrabbling paws taking with them fibers from the patch of carpet unfortunate enough to be caught in the teeth. He overbalanced, fell backwards, and concluded the indignity by managing to bang the back of his already abused head against the wastecan. He heard Jennie emit a vindictive giggle that quickly degenerated into a hacking fit, but all plans for immediate revenge were foiled by the fact that he couldn't sort out how many legs he was supposed to have.
Jennie hacked up something and scrabbled for a tissue that had missed the wastebasket by a mile. She hacked and spat it out in a very unladylike way. "Oh gob, dat hurt, but dab was worb it." She wiped the tears from her eyes that came from the laughing and coughing. "hah. Like wabching a Goofy cardoon." Marius whined as he tried to extract his mouths from the carpet. Jennie noted that he was probably going to be picking carpet fibers out of the teeth later. When he had opposible thumbs again. He just looked so pitiful that Jennie almost felt sorry for him. She reached out to scratch his head, but he growled and snapped at her hand. "Hey now, no biding. You dob wand duh flu too."
Marius flattened his ears and gave her a sour look, then grudgingly ducked his head and lowered the hackles that had risen on the back of his neck. Well, maybe not so grudgingly. Most of his annoyance had been directed at himself for the undignified thrashing and equally unimpressive collision with the trashcan, and while being a quadruped did have its drawbacks, the tendency to attract unsolicited petting wasn't one of them.
Besides, one of the teeth on his hands had broken off in his struggle with the carpet, and though he wasn't quite sure where this had happened he was willing to bet Jennie's bare feet would find it soon enough.
"Ah. You and your puppy eyes. Dhey're going to geb you in trouble one ob dese days." Jennie had to smile as Marius gave her a perfect imitaion of the sad puppy look. The hallmark moment was ruined when Jennie had another coughing fit. "Ugh. Nob feeling good." She crawled back over to the bed, which looked rather like a mass of covers moving like an amoeba. When she reached the bed, she stared at it futilely. Somehow the distance between floor and bed had quadrupled. Well, the floor was comfy enough.
In spite of some lingering resentment over the dual bruises to his person and pride, Marius decided to take pity on her. Shaking himself of the last of his disorientation, Marius padded over to Jennie and nosed his head under one of her arms to help her on her way up. Even with the quasi-dead weight of the ill and exhausted, she didn't weigh much.
Jennie was too tired to even be surprised at this gesture. Perhaps chivalry wasn't dead after all. Instead she let herself be helped to bed. Using her power had drained her of her very last reserve of energy and she was so sleepy. But she was also keenly aware that she did not want to be unconcious with Marius the wonderdog in her room. "Thank you." She mumbled and pulled the covers around her. "Can you close duh door, or do I hab to do ib?"
Marius looked at the inwards-swinging door with its fiendish doorknob, clearly biased towards the opposable thumb-enabled. He then calculated the odds of Jennie actually managing to complete the journey to close it, never mind making the return trip. Not likely. Ah well, he'd do his best -- maybe he could paw the door close enough to the doorframe that he could pull it closed with his teeth. If all else failed, he could harass someone into doing it for him. Marius barked and shook his head -- and then, to make himself perfectly clear, he braced his forelegs against her matress so he could pull the covers higher under her chin.
And then, because her face was right beneath him and Marius had never gotten the hang of putting self preservation before brazen opportunism, he swiped his tongue across her face.
His tongue was coated with second-hand mucus, and he spent a good five minutes dangling by the scruff of his neck while being harangued by Cain about having to replace the door that had proved itself incapable of surviving the combination of Marius' mad dash for escape and a furious red disc the size of a watermelon, though not of ensuring Marius spent the next three hours walking with a limp, but he decided it had been totally worth it.
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