FIFTEEN: I don't even [VOICE -> VIDEO]

[livesarock]

[this is the voice:]

I'm not really sure I understand how the holidays and festivals really work around here...overall. If...there even is an ov--[WHUMPH--] WH-- GAH-!!

[loud speaker-wooshing.

loud...chicken squawking.

loud metal crashing.

tinny rattling.

breathless cursing.

three loud CLACKs, before the video function pops on, a fast-spinning screen. when it comes to a stop, Zelgadis is on his ass, back against a wall.

chicken in his lap, chicken..stuck on his head for a few seconds - plopping to the ground and scurrying away with another pair further off.

Zelgadis just...stares. what is his life.]

Comments

[livesarock]

[WHAT] They're not even paying attention. And anyway, they're the ones falling out of nowhere and attacking me.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Maybe you should feed them. I'm nicer when I'm fed.

[livesarock]

I'm not feeding them. [getting up, trying to dust himself off with a hand smudged in bird crap.]

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

But what if they're hungry?

[livesarock]

Who cares!

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

That's not very nice.

[livesarock]

[HARRUMPH.

muttering:] This is ridiculous...

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Well, if you're not gonna feed them, maybe you should, uh, compliment them or something?