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Apr. 18th, 2011 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The camera is shaking and jostling about quite a lot. Bertie is up in a tree, clinging to a branch with one hand while trying to video post with the other.]
I say, can someone please give a chap a helping hand here?
[The picture jolts as Bertie yelps and looks at something below him, off camera.]
Nice puss puss puss. Good puss.
((OOC: Feel free to spam and use this as a Bertie Day In The Life In Port, too))
I say, can someone please give a chap a helping hand here?
[The picture jolts as Bertie yelps and looks at something below him, off camera.]
Nice puss puss puss. Good puss.
((OOC: Feel free to spam and use this as a Bertie Day In The Life In Port, too))
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Date: 2011-04-18 08:03 am (UTC)Ah, well, narrative law was clear. Rhade was about to have a giant cat barrelling at him, and Bertie would be forgotten up in his tree. And that's precisely how it happened.
Fortunately, Rhade was enjoying getting in touch with his inner caveman, and picked up two sizable rocks.] Doctor! [Yes, he was going to yell for his warden. Shut up! If this thing bit off his head he wanted someone to immediately bring him back to life.]
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Date: 2011-04-18 08:15 am (UTC)What in the blazes are you going on about—HELP! HEEEEELP!
{With that yelp, he'll just be scrambling up the neighbouring tree, his narrative law demanding that he lose a shoe in the battle.}
MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
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Date: 2011-04-18 10:03 am (UTC)He spotted Bertie through the trees, though, and Eddie tried to pick up his pace a little, and fell straight over a sticking up root of the tree. Instinctively, he froze. He did not have a good history with trees, and he was waiting for the moment when the tree attacked.]
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