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[inhell]

[ In the garden, there's a new, fresh-built structure. It's a bit rough, a makeshift little fence and shelter. And currently it houses a little heap of figures. It's 2-3 dogs, a lamb, a load of hay, and Ellie. Two or more of these figures may be covered by a heavy blanket. Depends on the time of night/morning and how much the dogs flop around.

Ellie entirely fails to show up for any shifts she may have agreed to attend. She cannot be found, except here.

If you'd like to catch her awake, she might be bottlefeeding the lamb, walking her around the garden, or snuggling her. ]

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[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick slides into the pen, utterly quiet, and gets in a nice, loose-backed loom before he clears his throat.]

[inhell]

[ The reaction is all he could have hoped for. Ellie levitates approximately six inches into the air suddenly and spontaneously and yelps, startling the dogs into scattering, and startling the sheep into running straight for Ellie. Matilda hits Ellie and knocks her off the straw, entirely by accident, puffing her breath out of her lungs.

The dogs slink back, slowly. ]

Oh, ouch.

[with_my_teacup]

[Oh, that's satisfying.]

Someone's late for breakfast shift

[inhell]

Let me guess, is it you, because you're bothering me instead?

[with_my_teacup]

Mmmmno, I was there half an hour ago and now I'm on brake. Keep guessing.

[tolaywaste]

[Thankfully, Alex does not catch Ellie asleep on the sheep. He would have absolutely no idea what to do about that. Instead he catches her feeding it, which is about 25% less awkward.]

Uh.

[Although still. Pretty awkward.]

Should I . . . ?

[He gestures backwards at literally everywhere else, outside of the garden specifically. Is it bad to interrupt a lamb eating? Does that give it indigestion? He doesn't know, man.]

[inhell]

[ She's sitting on the pile of hay, her hair mussed, holding the bottle at about mouth height for the lamb. ] Nah, you're all right. She has to get used to people. [ All kinds of people, not just Ellie, who she's been sticking to like a little magnet. ] People who aren't Mum.

Unless you plan on eating her, then you should probably shoo.

[tolaywaste]

Yeah, no, I'm not. No.

[HE'S NOT GONNA EAT YOUR SHEEP, ELLIE, GOD. Inching slightly closer, he leans against the fence.]

Where'd you get a sheep? The fair?

[inhell]

Stole it.

[ like, ain't no thang.

YEAH SHE'S COOL, SEE HOW COOL SHE IS.

This may be at least partially because he's a cute boy. ]

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ Ceres has been spending her days wandering, considering the people around her and Aya's commentary in her head. She isn't feeling particularly positive about the whole ordeal, but the sight of a girl among the animals plays a note in her heart. She lingers by the door to the fence. ]

May I join you?

[inhell]

If you don't mind a little stink.

[ The lamb's digestive system isn't so healthy right now. She doesn't have the right sorts of bacteria, Ellie supposes. But she moves over a little, making room on the hay bale.

The lamb is shy, immediately running to hide on Ellie's far side. ]

C'mon, she'll come around.

[heavenlymisandrist]

I was a mother once. I've smelled much worse.

[ She walks over to sit where Ellie indicates, then makes no more move towards the lamb. She'll let the creature come out when it's ready. ]

[inhell]

Ugh. I don't want to know what my mum's smelled.

[ She doesn't pet the lamb or soothe her; it's rewarding her for shy behavior. Better to reward her when she comes out a bit. ]

I'm Ellie.

double teaming for the sheep

[notdreaming]

[ Kara thinks to check on the fence before she even notices that Ellie hasn't been around. She's delighted by what she sees. ]

This looks great! How is the little... thing? [ was it a girl or a boy she doesn't know ]

[inhell]

Flatulent.

[ In a word. Meaning she didn't quite get the right bacteria from mum, and they'd only have to hope she stabilized out. Probably would, given a bit of a chance. ]

But cute.

[notdreaming]

[ She wrinkles her nose with a grin. ]

Definitely cute. Will it freak out if I try to pet it?

[inhell]

...maybe. She's still a little shy. Give her a few minutes, see if she comes around? Once she gets used to people, you won't be able to stop petting her.

[architrave]

[ Door catches them at feeding time, easily sitting so that the dogs can say hello. ]

Did you want a respite?

[inhell]

No.

[ She says this maybe too quickly. Maybe too decisively. This is the best she's felt in ages, cleaning up after a sheep, smelling like hay and mud and animal. ]

[architrave]

Not going to steal her from you. [ Granted, the Marquis might. If Ellie hadn't stolen the lamb to start. ] Just wanted to see how it was going.

[ It's also a little boring for her, since she hasn't been assigned anyone yet. ]

[inhell]

It's all right. She's coming along.

A little farty, though.

[myresponsibility]

[Peter has never had a pet. It's not that he wouldn't have liked to have one, but their brownstone had kind of been too small for a dog, and he'd never really thought of himself as a cat person, which was probably stupid because he honestly likes the ones he's met a lot, but anyway.

He wants to see the lamb, and does the whole hesitating near the fence thing instead of just hopping over. It's not like he knows the dogs or anything.]

What'd you decide to call her?

[inhell]

[ She glances up. He gets a faint smile, from her, as she withdraws the empty bottle and rubs the lamb's head. ]

Iris decided on Matilda.

[myresponsibility]

[Matilda. Could be worse, and it's totally an Iris-y sounding name. Sort of. Also, you know, Australianish.]

And who are the dogs?

[inhell]

Also Iris's. They're nice and warm - it's a bit cold out.