The most unwilling broadcast of cuteness

[bb_wolf]

Who: Bigby
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now ish?

[For a while, he ponders the validity of just going hungry and thirsty rather than admit the trouble he seems to have wound up in.

When he went to sleep, sprawled across the floor in a hall in the Iskaulit, he hadn't paid much attention to the fact that there was a grating which shifted under him when he rolled.

When he wakes up, he's horribly, vividly aware of it, because he's stuck down the bottom of the vent and can't jump with enough force to push it open. Puppy legs just aren't strong enough to jump from smooth metal like that and whilst he considers just starving until whatever horror this is wears off, he quickly finds his soft little paw pads are getting irritated by the cold metal.

He tries to message Sascha directly with the communicator, conveniently down there with him. When then fails, he just shoves his nose against it until something turns on it blinks that light that means broadcasting.]

I need help. I'm... stuck. In a vent. On the Iskaulit.

[His voice is child soft and light.

And then he shivers, because the cold is coming up through his paws.]

((OOC: Bigby is glitching for a week or so. Bigby is glitching into an adorable pup.))

Addendum

[Bigby can be found mostly on the Iskaulit and Bloodsport, because while he'd love to hide away in his room, he can't actually get out of it on his own. So you can find the tiny pup wandering around on his own (possibly being stalked by a squealing not-vampire), terrorising the fox park like only a tiny pup can and sometimes falling asleep in random spots because he's just worn himself otu and abby bodies need sleep.]

Comments

[bb_wolf]

I will eat your face.

[He growls again, which is not helping his cause, and then stamps but polar bear jumping, slamming his front paws down.]

[pneumo]

[ Yep, squealing happens here. Sascha adores you Bigby, even if he hasn't quite made that connection yet. He's just radiating hearts here, don't mind him. ]

Puppyyyyyyyyy♥ I'll come save you~~

[bb_wolf]

Stop calling me puppy you idiot fucking vampire!

1/3

[pneumo]

Aww, you're so smart~! How did you know I....

2/3

[pneumo]

[ Wait, how did the puppy know he was a vampire? And why did he call him what Big...by.... ]

[pneumo]

[ Oh my god. ]

--Bigby?!

[bb_wolf]

Yes, it's fucking Bigby, now come and help me!

[He paces on the spot, then curls up into a tiny bundle of fur and fluff to try and warm his paws.]

[pneumo]

[ Fuck no stop Bigby that's too precious?? Sascha is pursing his lips and curling them inward to try and stop himself from making a ridiculous noise when he sees that, instead nodding with wide eyes. ]

Wh....which vent?? I'll hop on the shuttle.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby can't even cover his nose with his tail because the stupid thing isn't long enough.]

I don't know. I was sleeping on the Iskaulit and... I woke up in the vent. I think I'm still in one of the side halls?

[pneumo]

Okay, um--I'll fly over, and then I'll come find you. Which part of the Iskaulit was it? [ you adorable widdle patootie ]

[bb_wolf]

Out past the bars. Out of earshot.

[He shivers. His fur fluffs up more.]

[pneumo]

[ And Sascha makes an indignified noise yet again. ]

I'll be right there!! [ And you know what? For once he won't dawdle. He's beelining it for tiny puppy Bigby because how could he not are you kidding. He's gotta be there for this tiny. It'll still take him a bit to get there, but he'll at least keep the link open. ]

....Hey. Am I...um. Allowed, on the Iskaulit? Like it's not gonna say "go away" or anything at me is it?

[bb_wolf]

Why the fuck would it tell you to go away? What are you even saying?

[pneumo]

Well--! 'Cause Kitty said that I was locked out of the Windrose or something... Because I turned into a bad guy for a bit. [ That is how he's handling what happened, anyway. By saying he was a "bad guy." ]

[bb_wolf]

...

You shouldn't be locked out.

[pneumo]

Whew! Okay good, because I'm almost at the docking thingy! [ Which, thankfully, lets him right on without a hitch. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby curls up tighter and tucks his paws up under him to try and warm them.]

Good. I'll be waiting. Being cold.

[pneumo]

I'm going as fast as I can...! [ He really is! Look at the background behind him once he lands--running! For the bar area, hoping he doesn't actually meet anyone else until he can find those vents. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby sniffs and doesn't reply, because he's cold and tired and his paws ache from the jumping.]

[pneumo]

[ Bitty... :c Don't you worry. Sascha will do his best to find any venting near a space big enough to hold an elephant-sized wolf comfortably, but honestly there's...kind of a lot. So he'll try sniffing him out, nostrils flaring as he looks around. ]

I think I'm close...

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby sits up, scrabbling at the vent and leaning up against it, lifting his head and sniffing.

He gives out as much of a howl as he can manage. It's a pretty helpless little thing.]

[pneumo]

[ It's squeaky and wobbly and the moment Sascha catches a hint of it his head snaps up and he looks with wide, bright eyes because oh dear gosh please tell him that was Bigby, that's the most adorable noise he's ever heard??? And he's going to scramble over towards it as quickly as he can until he spies the slightly crooked vent and drops to his hands and knees. ]

--Puppy!! [ he found you. ]

[bb_wolf]

[He growls at the squeal of puppy, paws scrabbling.]

Lift up that cover, I want out.

[pneumo]

Okay, hold on-- [ He'll lift the crooked grating off with relative ease considering his strength, but leaning over to be able to scoop up a tiny wolf pup in his hand when he has literally no idea how to hold one? Is a little harder, and it takes some work to get his hand under Bigby's belly to heft him up and out--sosmallhowishesosmall--so he can place him on his...lap. He'd put him on the floor, but that's cold too. ]

There you go...

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby goes to jump out and instead lands on a cold hand, which lifts him with effortless ease and he had tried to forget, so hard, how much he hates being small, being helpless.

He's carefully placed on a lap and promptly tries to clamber his way out onto the floor. Which mostly just ends with him face planting into Sascha's knee with a small growl of frustration, because tiny puppy legs do not work like the long, strong limbs he's had for centuries.]