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Who: Phoebus' Crow, anyone else.
Broadcast: n/a.
Action: Way-station
When: ...Now?? Oct 10th.

[ It's about time. Pheobus' Crow isn't generally one to feel at all claustrophobic but between the strange hair-changing girl and the captain wannabe (though now he supposes he actually is captain, of all the misfortune) he's more than ready to spread his wings and work out the irritable little kinks that have been starting to build in the back of his mind.

The moment they're docked and the main doors open, Crow is gone from the ship and takes to the air. While the mall strip-like areas remain oddly bare and unwelcoming there's at least plenty of room for him to spread his wings and ample space to perch. The courtyard looks nice and all that, but something about having the vacuum of space above his head isn't quite so comforting as an actual roof.

So if you happen to be making your way through the outer ring of the way-station you might just hear the sound of a crow, cawing. Or maybe you're just crazy. Birds in space? Pshaw. ]

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[ Don't worry, she ends up having to grab onto the bag again a second later. You get away with it this time, birb punk. ]

What kind of bird likes being around people like this?

[ The best kind?? And with her relenting comes one last peck, before he hops up the length of her poor skull to sit on the very top again, just sort of stepping around in general. He wins B> ]

[ Hums quietly to herself. ]

I'm not sure I'm able to bring you back with me.

[ She's kind of given up, but she doesn't feel like heading back to the ship just yet.

So she makes her way over to a bench and sits down, putting the bag of food down next to her. ]

I don't know if you're hungry, but I don't think any of this would be good for you.

...better than what you keep pecking at, though.

Caw. [ That's his answer to that, more of a neutral sort of squawk as he fans out his tail and settles down on her head for the most part. He will crane his head so she can see his beak through one of the eye holes though, tapping the side of his beak against the rim.

Space food. Psht. ]

[ ...well, no one's around, so she ends up taking the skull off. It's kind of tough to see from in there most of the time, and she tends not to wear it when she's alone, anyway. ]

Here, you can have it for now.

[ Heck yes perch secured. Phoebus' Crow gives her a much more well-behaved sound as he wobbles in his attempts to stay on top of it when she removes the headgear. He gets a much betetr look at her now, and he's mildly disappointed to see she looks rather...regular compared to his original impression.

Plain, but not in a bland sort of way. She is pretty. ]

Oh, you're a little girl.

[ Definitely not as scary as most people would expect. Just like a normal, average-looking girl. More or less.

..................wait, did that bird just-- ]

Wh-- you tricked me, didn't you!

[ Caw??? C8 ]

[ Grabs the skull back, not even caring if she unseats birb. ]

Honestly, you're terrible.

[ Rude, rude, rude. ]

[ She is the rude one here, saying he could have the skull and then taking it back! ]

Now that's rather harsh. I believe you offered to let me perch there. ,small>[ Now he just has bench. Lame. ]