savetheearth | Ding dong the wicked cops are gone

Who: YOU.
When: April 30th, 5 pm EST onward
Where: Kotetsu's house
What: Party, and party again!
Warnings: I cannot imagine there being any but I will update if necessary.

[All told, it's a pretty respectable-looking shindig for one whipped up at the last minute. There are like ten boxes of extra-large pizza of various types from veggie to hawaiian to meat lover's supreme stacked up on the table along with a cake (it's very basic with nothing specific to the occasion decorating it, but it's the thought that counts, right?), and various junk foods. Basically this is a terrible party to go to if you're a very health-conscious person because pretty much nothing he's serving is objectively good for you. Except for maybe the fruit punch, as the non-alcoholic alternative to the alcohol for the number of minors that are on the network.

The house itself is in pretty decent shape, too. Every so often there may be a telltale sign of his bachelor lifestyle (an empty can he forgot to throw away, a shirt on the floor instead of the laundry), but overall the air is reasonably festive. Kotetsu's arm is still in the sling, but that doesn't seem to dampen his spirits any as he greets his guests.]

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So Torin wasn't about to miss an opportunity to socialize with more people, and so he's come to the party. He's perched on the edge of a pizza box, delicately removing bits of pineapple from a pizza. It's the only thing he can eat there, but at least he's got hands instead of only parrot feet to take care of that with.

...and he's also holding a piece of pineapple in one of those parrot feet, because old habits die hard.

All right, this is someone that Lyall's nose doesn't immediately say is food-- which is ironic, given he's probably a more "prey" sort of creature than anyone else here, but Lyall isn't questioning things, okay-- and someone he wouldn't mind chatting with in a less-than-dire situation now, anyhow. So since he's not far off, anyhow, and Nick has gone off to talk to somebody else now, he drifts over to the pizza box on the table that bears a bird.

"Good to see you again, Torin."

"It is good to see you again, too!" Torin cheerfully holds a piece of pineapple out to Lyall. He's being very polite. "Pineapple?"

"Thank you, but no. I've already had a bite to eat, and given I'm loitering over by the food, I am obliged to eat fairly often, anyhow." Which is to say, he's trying not to eat too much, especially when he's here with a date. Kind of. Something like that, anyway.

"How have you been? Aside from trying out those." He nods at Torin, meaning his arms, though the bird is so small that it's pretty much a nod at all of him. Still, the meaning's probably clear enough.

Torin catches the meaning, at least. "I've been doing quite well! It is nice to be able to open doors and use lightswitches and things. How have you been?" He delicately starts nibbling at one of the pieces of pineapple.

"Better than I have been, with less worry of the police going to show up at my classroom and arrest me or my students," Lyall has to admit with a smile. That's why they're here, at all, after all: celebrating what hopefully amounts to their safety. "Though still fretting about everything else. I'm afraid I've made a habit of it, and I can't seem to break it."

He says it like he's joking. And he kind of is. But... not all the way.

"Ah, yes...though I was never in as much danger as you humans, I do know I was very thankful for the sudden molt that altered my coloration. Made it impossible for the zookeepers to recognize me." He nods. It's a gesture he's picked up from the humans. "Your worry is understandable--it takes a while to accumulate, and it is not so easy to cast such a thing away instantaneously."

And he appreciates someone actually being sympathetic, he really does. Lyall smiles back, a bit tiredly. "Not after a year of it, that's for certain. -- Where are you staying now? If you don't mind my asking. You do have somewhere, don't you?"

"I don't mind at all! I am staying with Doyle; one of the others on the network was kind enough to offer him shelter after he turned into a dinosaur, and I seem to be the only one here who can actually speak dinosaur." Torin considers this. "Or I understand it, at the very least. I am not certain my pronunciation would be understandable."

"Dinosaur?" Lyall pauses, thinking back over his interactions and that name, and winces a bit at the recollection. "I believe I may have, er. Attacked him once.... Does he no longer speak English, or is the dinosaur in addition to?"

"I am afraid he is unable to speak English in his current condition," Torin says sadly. "But it is fortunate that I can both speak English and understand dinosaurs, so I can translate when the need arises. Did you attack him because he startled you? I understand that might be an easy misunderstanding. It would seem a lot of your human popular culture thinks that dinosaurs are all out to eat you."

"No, no, he was still-- fairly human, at the time, actually." Lyall looks sheepish. "I'm afraid I may, in fact, have begun him on his track towards turning reptilian... I had gotten loose on a night just before the full moon, you see, and I was actually attacking anyone I thought I could catch, and some I had no hope of catching. Werewolves do not always have good judgement on those nights. I'm not sure if you were around yet, at that point."

"Oh, dear." Torin considers this. "I am not certain as to whether or not I was at that point, to be honest. And I certainly never encountered any wolflike creatures."

"Even if you were, I imagine I wouldn't have bothered chasing you... too small, and too easy to let get away." And, quite honestly, "bird" doesn't smell quite as much like "dinner" as human does. He gives a somewhat sheepish smile. "At least that isn't likely to happen again."

"Yes, I am rather accomplished at getting away from things that might want to eat me...cats tend to oversell their abilities, I have found." He nods. "Good, good! I am glad to hear that you've got things under control."

"'Under control' as in, I know when it's going to happen and make sure I'm either locked up tight, or outside the city," Lyall corrects dryly. "But that's more than I could have. --Have you had trouble with cats?" The last comes as he realizes what Torin just said, and the mental images that comes with it.

"Ah, that's still under control in that you know there's a problem and when it happens," Torin offers. He chuckles a bit. "There was a cat on the network who seemed very determined that she'd be able to eat me. I've not really had trouble with any others."

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