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pineslog2017-07-12 01:58 pm
girlexmachina) wrote in pineslog2017-07-12 01:58 pm
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(open) DOGGO
Who: Aloy and you
Where: Leaving the animal shelter, Aloy's yard, the park
When: July 10-12
What: ALOY GETS A DOG. Because serious roleplay.
Warnings: None. Unless you're scared of dogs. Then, dogs.
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July 10th
She's really not sure how this has happened.
There are no dogs where she's from. Presumably there were, once, but they're extinct, except perhaps in some genetic library somewhere, waiting to be revived. She remembers dogs with her false memories, of course, but that's not the same. Dogs are something strange and unfamiliar and maybe that's why she was in the animal shelter to begin with. To learn. To sort out why they were apparently so important, at one point. She was just looking.
Except there'd been a large and boisterous dog named Goliath, a Rhodesian ridgeback mix, who'd taken a liking to her, and then Aloy had found herself introduced, and suddenly she found herself agreeing to foster the dog, at least.
"It's just a few days." Aloy tells this to herself and to the dog as they leave, Goliath tugging on his leash, tail whipping back and forth in a frenzy of excitement. She herself has a backpack loaded up with supplies, dog food and treats and toys. "You shouldn't get too excited. It's just for a few days."
Goliath pays this no mind.
July 10-11
Aloy's home in Pines is small, of course, which a yard that isn't much bigger, and while there's a picket fence around it, that's probably not going to mean much to a large and energetic dog. She expected Goliath to run. He hasn't.
She sits on her front steps, making arrows out of bits of metal and straight branches and wire from the hardware store, filing edges where there needs to be edges and balancing them as well as she can, and she's had a lot of practice at this. Or at least, that's what she's trying to do. Goliath is much more interested in playing, running here and there and tearing into a stuffed duck with feigned violence, and then bringing it to Aloy hopefully.
"I'm not sure what you want me to do with that," she says, and Goliath licks her face, leaving her gasping in exasperation.
July 12
Okay. She's getting the hang of this dog ownership business. It's a friend thing. It's still only temporary, right? Aloy keeps telling herself that, but she's beginning to lose her resolve on that point. She's even starting to appreciate his friendly licks.
But he's a reasonably large animals, and he wants to run, so run he shall. Once in the park, Aloy takes off Goliath's leash, and after he's done running in crazy circles around her, too thrilled with the space to be polite, Aloy lifts the frisbee (a bright neon blue colour). Goliath barks, tongue flopping everywhere in his mouth.
"Sit. Sit!" He sits, reluctantly, still full of energy, and she throws the frisbee; Goliath is after it like a racehorse.
Where: Leaving the animal shelter, Aloy's yard, the park
When: July 10-12
What: ALOY GETS A DOG. Because serious roleplay.
Warnings: None. Unless you're scared of dogs. Then, dogs.
[Open]
July 10th
She's really not sure how this has happened.
There are no dogs where she's from. Presumably there were, once, but they're extinct, except perhaps in some genetic library somewhere, waiting to be revived. She remembers dogs with her false memories, of course, but that's not the same. Dogs are something strange and unfamiliar and maybe that's why she was in the animal shelter to begin with. To learn. To sort out why they were apparently so important, at one point. She was just looking.
Except there'd been a large and boisterous dog named Goliath, a Rhodesian ridgeback mix, who'd taken a liking to her, and then Aloy had found herself introduced, and suddenly she found herself agreeing to foster the dog, at least.
"It's just a few days." Aloy tells this to herself and to the dog as they leave, Goliath tugging on his leash, tail whipping back and forth in a frenzy of excitement. She herself has a backpack loaded up with supplies, dog food and treats and toys. "You shouldn't get too excited. It's just for a few days."
Goliath pays this no mind.
July 10-11
Aloy's home in Pines is small, of course, which a yard that isn't much bigger, and while there's a picket fence around it, that's probably not going to mean much to a large and energetic dog. She expected Goliath to run. He hasn't.
She sits on her front steps, making arrows out of bits of metal and straight branches and wire from the hardware store, filing edges where there needs to be edges and balancing them as well as she can, and she's had a lot of practice at this. Or at least, that's what she's trying to do. Goliath is much more interested in playing, running here and there and tearing into a stuffed duck with feigned violence, and then bringing it to Aloy hopefully.
"I'm not sure what you want me to do with that," she says, and Goliath licks her face, leaving her gasping in exasperation.
July 12
Okay. She's getting the hang of this dog ownership business. It's a friend thing. It's still only temporary, right? Aloy keeps telling herself that, but she's beginning to lose her resolve on that point. She's even starting to appreciate his friendly licks.
But he's a reasonably large animals, and he wants to run, so run he shall. Once in the park, Aloy takes off Goliath's leash, and after he's done running in crazy circles around her, too thrilled with the space to be polite, Aloy lifts the frisbee (a bright neon blue colour). Goliath barks, tongue flopping everywhere in his mouth.
"Sit. Sit!" He sits, reluctantly, still full of energy, and she throws the frisbee; Goliath is after it like a racehorse.
June 12th
Not at a monster, though. Or at least, he doesn't think it's a monster. It's big, it's slobbery, and it's delighted to see him, which is some kind of suspicious. It's also brought that frisbee to the wrong person. Not that he can blame the dog, exactly -- he is, for the moment and however unintentionally, the closest of all immediately available creatures with opposable thumbs.
"Oh," he says uselessly into the animal's delighted, eager face. Its tail wags slightly faster. Clearly he's been chosen.
"Er," he adds, feeling that this is a great deal of pressure to be placing on his unsuspecting shoulders, and him only out for a walk. Then again, maybe it's exactly what he needs: why had he wandered his way into the park, if not because he too needs to release some pent-up energy?
Getting the frisbee away from the animal is a task he manages with only a bit of difficulty, and only a single helpless and somewhat apologetic glance at Aloy, presumably the animal's actual person.
"Sure. Right." Right. He won't deny it's a bit of relief when it and the animal are away from him and he's free to wipe the dog slobber off his hand. That's not entirely why he's smiling so very widely, though.
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This last comes as Goliath tries to snap at the frisbee; he does have the sense to back off, but he complains about it, giving a long groan as he circles restlessly.
"Lie down. Down!" The dog groans again but lays down on the grass, though he's vibrating so much his chest his barely touching the ground at all. "Good boy. Stay?"
She sounds uncertain, like she's been told this is how you talk to a dog or at least read it somewhere, and isn't sure if it's actually the right approach. Aloy is considerably more frazzled than she normally is. "Do you know anything about dogs?" she demands of Dirk.
just noticed that June up there. I am tired. I am always tired. you know what I meant.
"Um, definitely for the worse." That's only sort of a lie. "Yours is a fine dog. Is he yours?"
He only asks, really, because she seems... uncertain. The dog, on the other hand, seems absolutely convinced, and Dirk is inclined to trust the earnest joy on the animal's face -- it's nicer, and when it comes to choosing what to believe, he gravitates towards the nice.
I had a wrong June up in the toplevel first. You're not alone in your tiredness/
She's just not sure what she wants, just yet.
The dog waggles over onto his back, tongue hanging out of his upside-down mouth. "I don't know anything about dogs. I mean, I really don't know anything about them."
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"Well, I can say that they're more or less like people. Sometimes quite a lot like people, actually. Only... simpler." Very little concept of shame, for one. Case in point: all of this. Dirk gives the animal an approving pat.
"More honest. I mean, sometimes I think we'd all quite like sometimes to shout and run in circles and put things in our mouths that we oughtn't, only we've got to pretend otherwise for the sake of decorum." Not that he can't also sympathize with their being a bit... overwhelming. There's a reason he's a bit more of a cat person, himself. Just a bit. Certainly the unconditional, seemingly boundless affection dogs can express has its own sort of appeal.
"I feel rather as though dogs mostly want food, room to run, and someplace to belong." Like, yes, like people. Like Dirk himself, anyway. He's never bothered to be particularly subtle about it.
July 10th
She's in the back, pouring out kibble for some of the mother cats about to have her litter when she hears one of the dogs start barking. It takes her a second to place the voice — Goliath, one of the more recent additions to the shelter. Laura sets the bag down where the cats can't get into it, and pokes her head outside of the room, watching the woman and dog stare one another down — well, more like the woman was staring at Goliath and Goliath was sitting, wagging his tail so hard Laura though he might fall over.
She clears her throat and approaches carefully.
"I think he likes you."
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Because the dog is relatively large, and those are the teeth and jaws of a predator, even if he's trying to stick his nose through a gap and licking the air in his direction. Aloy puts out her hand, and the tongue laps in her direction even faster.
"There aren't... there aren't dogs, where I'm from," she says, lamely.