15 - Take Me Anywhere

[fistfullofmagic]

Who: Dhaos and you
What: the big fluffy sheep needs to talk to people
When: all this week
Where: all over the island


[So this scientists were insisting on having a few last bits of fun with them before cutting to the chase, hm? Well, that suits Dhaos just fine. If they're still being messed with as normal - even if it seems to be a repeat - then nobody has been tipped off that they know. Still, he must admit that the first time was rather less of an annoyance than the first time. Being part unicorn had certainly had its drawbacks, but at least then he had had the advantage of opposable thumbs. He would definitely need to remember to replace the back door at some point next week. It was a shame to break it down.

Regardless of his current impediment though, things need to be done. Sadly, said things rather requiring thumbs. So anyone on the island being approached by a particularly fluffy yellow ram about 4ft at the shoulder, don't be alarmed. He probably just wants a favor done.]

Comments

[mysterious_groper]

... Oh, uh. Hi there sheep.

*Pascal got off light, it seems. Just cat ears.*

... Sheep don't eat cats, right?

[fistfullofmagic]

Sheep are herbivores, so you are quite safe. However, I am in need of some assistance, as I lack any means of picking up certain items.

[mysterious_groper]

I can do that!

[fistfullofmagic]

[That seems to lighten his mood a bit. It's a bit hard to remain gloomy when you're fluffy and people are being helpful after all.]

Excellent. I have a small number of groceries I need at the moment, so if you would not mind accompanying me below...

[mysterious_groper]

Yeah, sure!

[fistfullofmagic]

Very well then.

[And with that he heads toward the elevator. He'll explain more on the way down. Or when they get there. Whichever.]

[mysterious_groper]

[Pascal follows with no suspicion whatsoever of the sheep and his evil schemes!

Or not-so-evil ones. Whatever.]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Those who know Dhaos would not accuse him of being evil. Occasionally homicidally insane, but not evil. Fortunately for Pascal, he is not either at the moment.

After a trip that people with particular senses of humor would probably make a joke about if they witnessed it ("So a sheep and a cat girl walk into an elevator..."), they arrive at the doors of the store. He gives her a list of items.]

I wish you luck.

[mysterious_groper]

Can do!

[Aaaaand she's off.]

[... A few minutes later, she's back. With a large amount of catnip. But also everything Dhaos requested, neatly organized.]

Hi!

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd hasn't been affected by the curse this week. Mouth, nose, and opposable thumbs all accounted for!

Of course, being human doesn't necessarily mean he understands why a giant yellow sheep is staring at him. That's... actually kind of creepy.]

Uh... hi? I mean, baa?

[fistfullofmagic]

[Sheep do tend to give off a slightly sinister aura when they happen to be more intelligent than average. The voice it speaks in should definitely be familiar though.]

...Hello Lloyd. If it is not too much trouble, would you mind assisting me?

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd isn't sure what he'd been expecting, but it certainly isn't that! Not a familiar voice coming from a sheep's mouth! Lloyd's mouth drops open and he gapes.]

Dhaos?!

[fistfullofmagic]

[Well, that reaction was... a bit over the top. The sheep that is currently Dhaos looks mildly embarrassed.]

Ah, yes, this is the form the curse chose for me. I am in need of some assistance as I rather lack the ability to craft anything at the moment.

[redcladidealist]

You got cursed to be a sheep?

[Over the top? What's over the top? This is a totally justified reaction to hearing a friend/sort-of-almost-family-member's voice come out of an animal's mouth.]

What kind of help did you need?

[fistfullofmagic]

[Justified maybe, but still kind of embarrassing for a guy who's doing his best to act like this is completely normal.]

...The back door on my house needs to be replaced, and I would rather the task be accomplished sooner than later.

[redcladidealist]

[Sorry, Dhaos, but no matter how much you try to act like this is no big deal, Lloyd's still talking to a sheep that can talk back to him. This isn't something he can just brush aside.]

Well, uh, I'm pretty good with repairs. I could do something about that. What happened to it?

[radiantwingedone]

[ Hello Sheepy roomate.

Duke stops his inspection of a variety of rocks to stare back. ]

... Might not be able to reach what you want.

[ Of course, if Dhaos lets him climb on, that could be fixed. ]

[fistfullofmagic]

[To a degree. Opening cans might be a bit tricky though.]

We can somewhat compensate for that with teamwork. The dogs still need to be fed.

[radiantwingedone]

[ He can hold it and smash it against something. ]

Oh.

[ And it may be shortly clear that his new rather fluffy-when-dry from is not suited for walking on land. He sort of bounds over, and stops. ]

.... what if I caught them fish.

[ Dogs can eat fish, right? ]

[fistfullofmagic]

[He thinks this over a moment.]

...I believe that would work? I do not think it would harm them at least.

[radiantwingedone]

... I will find fish then.

[ He might eat a few. ]

Can you find a basket?

[ If the handle is of the right sort, Dhaos can probably carry one in his mouth that way. ]

[faiofmisfortune]

[Even when he's a fluffy ram Dhaos looks big to Fai. Big, but fortunately not very scary. The reindeer ears he'd been granted this week twitch as he's being approached but it's more out of (new) instinctual caution than anything else.]

I um, I guess you're somebody that got hit by the curse too?

[fistfullofmagic]

[To be fair, he is rather on the large side for any sort of sheep.]

I am. Hello little one. Have you been well of late?

[Yep, he remembers you kid.]

[faiofmisfortune]

Oh, hello. [The voice he recognizes, at least, although it does take him by surprise.]

Well enough... [You know, considering they were told there's a good chance they'll die soon. Fai scratches at a spot near the base of his antlers in a terrible effort to distract himself from thinking about his possible fate too much.]