[Text] Backdated to the 15th

[notachickenhawk]

i ts tobis sry fr splng

cant tak tak

t a l k

n lbrry ned hlp

no hands

[Hopefully someone friendly will see this. It's been a long time since he's felt so helpless.]

Comments

Action; room for another?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch was expecting something rather different from the message "can't talk, no hands", but he comes to a halt when he sees...a collared bird on the terminal desk. That would fit the description too, wouldn't it.*

Was...was that message yours?

NO GET OUT - I mean

[notachickenhawk]

[Tobias turns to face him, narrowing his eyes slightly, before pecking out Y - E - S on the terminal keyboard.]

[warriorscribe]

All right...ah... *How is he supposed to help?* What do you need help with?

[notachickenhawk]

[He squawks, and types out F O O D on the terminal. Seems there's some difficulty.]

[warriorscribe]

You need to hunt.

*That will be difficult in this weather. And the cafeteria menu has no meat...*

...Have you tried hunting the small winged bulls?

[notachickenhawk]

[... Well. They are weak. He doesn't like them. He rocks back and forth for a moment, before typing out M O U S E ? on the keys.]

[warriorscribe]

I don't think I've seen mice. There are those head-like creatures that act like them, but I don't know how comfortable you might be eating one.

*Because they're so harmless, Enoch has never tried attacking a Mr. Saturn to find out they're invulnerable...*

[notachickenhawk]

[He rocks a little bit, like a human tilting their head while thinking.]

wht if breaak wing

[Healing that is going to be a pain if he can't morph...]

[warriorscribe]

Ah...

*That's a tricky one. He doesn't know if he can do much better...* How have you been feeding yourself before this? I assume you had some sort of power to help you?

[notachickenhawk]

[He lets out a brief squawk, bobbing his head in assent.]

[warriorscribe]

Do you mind eating meat another has killed?

*Considering this is very much a raptor in front of him and not a scavenger...*

[notachickenhawk]

[He pecks out another message on the keyboard.]

iv don it bfor

[warriorscribe]

All right, then. I could go hunting with you, if you'd like.

*It will probably wind up being a bullfairy unless they're lucky enough to find a rabbit's den somewhere in this cold.*