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A large, bleary-eyed thrush ambles down the corridors of the OOC thread, its claws clacking on the floor with each step. A cigarette dangles out of its beak, and it carries a plus-sized mug of steaming coffee in one wing (poorly, as it has no hands).

It dips its beak into the coffee, takes a deep pull of the life-giving wake-up juice, and wipes a dribble from its beak as it regards Haldaval. "Please, sir, have a seat. Stay awhile. We're going to have ourselves an . . . understanding before the morning's through."

It ruffles its feathers, coughs into a wing, and continues. "So, what's this about having a life outside of play-by-post, eh friend?" It makes a show of cracking its knuckles ominously, realizes it has no knuckles, and settles for a threatening chirp.

Barely-Adequate Thrush aside, it's cool if you can't always post the same amount every day. I fully expect any one of us to have other things to do, from time to time. ;)

P.S.: The thrush apologizes profusely if this thread is a non-smoking zone.

therealthom felt funny about submitting Silstaren for another game at the same time as this. Let me stand in, please.

A bespectacled eagle-sized thrush stands before you, perched upon a large mahogany desk. It whips its head briefly, sending its spectacles flying from above its beak to clatter upon the floor below. Turning its head sideways, it casts a baleful glare at you with one great eye.

"How dare you offer yourself as a replacement for Silstaren! Did not your maker think to do the deed on his own? Surely, you must be daft, for there are NO take-backsies in this realm, mortal!"

The thrush begins to laugh maniacally, sending small feathers flying. After a few seconds of this, the thrush coughs, covering its beak with one wing. It clears its throat, and tries to play it off.

*flutter*
Cheep! Cheep!
*preen*

*sings*