MAGICAL FUN SLEEPOVER PARTY

[weeabird]

[ Time to hang out on this set for a children's show and never sleep or eat fried chicken again. ]

[ Except Taka. Taka is still loving the fried chicken. ]

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[thefaceofjustice]

[Well that was a nice long night of not sleeping, though Bobby doesn't seem particularly affected. Now he's poking at the syrupy bun of a McGriddle with a plastic fork like he can't understand it.]

[weeabird]

[Simon watches him idly. I mean, what else is he going to do.]

[thefaceofjustice]

What do you want to do, Prosecutor Blackquill? Someone volunteered to take all the votes. So we're going along with that, right?

[Offers him the fork with a big piece of pancake-bun speared on it. Hungry?]

[weeabird]

Yes. But things won't be so simple.

[At first moves to push it away, then changes his mind and reaches for the fork instead.]

[robosb4bros]

I'm fairly certain it's meant to be food.

[thefaceofjustice]

[Stops picking at it and salutes in greeting.]

Oh, Ms. Blackquill! How are things going with you and Prosecutor Blackquill?

[robosb4bros]

Neither of us were placed in a deep fryer, so there's that. You seem cheery this morning.

[kayssistant]

[Kay is trying to feed Taka with bits of chicken in her hand. The question is, will the hawk take the bait?

It's a good thing she's wearing gloves.]

I wonder if he'd prefer grilled chicken...

[Kay, Taka would probably want his chicken raw and freshly killed.]

[thefaceofjustice]

I usually feed Taka myself. He likes all kinds of meat, but recently seemed to really enjoy fish!

[kayssistant]

Fish, huh...doesn't McDonald's serve fish sandwiches?

[thefaceofjustice]

Hmm. They have all-day breakfast, but do they serve lunch during breakfast?

Anyway, that should be fine for Taka, but take the cheese off!

[robosb4bros]

Better watch your fingers. Once it gets a taste of your blood, it'll never leave you alone, you know.

[kayssistant]

[Kay waggles the fingers of her free hand.]

Don't worry, I'm wearing gloves.

[robosb4bros]

They don't look quite talonproof, but I suppose you'll find out soon enough.

...Speaking of, you're not worrying about that fryer thing, are you?

[weeabird]

[Yes, yes he will. OM NOM NOM.]

Hmph. They could have had the decency to provide something a little more fresh...

[kayssistant]

I don't think they foresaw a hawk coming in with the rest of us.

[weeabird]

I don't think they much care.

[robosb4bros]

Simon, you realize you're going to have the only bird ever that needs a triple bypass.

[weeabird]

Ngh. As a predator, he's meant to eat meat...

[Sounding a little dubious about that, though.]

[robosb4bros]

Does it count as meat if it's 50% fryer grease?

[too soon?]

[weeabird]

All jest aside, what else am I to do? I would prefer he not learn to savor the taste of human flesh, outside of Fool Bright.

NIGHT 3

[weeabird]

[ At a time when he thinks that surely no one else is awake, Simon pulls Fulbright aside. ]

Fool Bright. I have something to discuss with you.

[thefaceofjustice]

You're up late! Haven't you slept at all?

[Well, he hasn't either. But there's no sign of insomnia on him.]

[weeabird]

Hmph. I dozed off for about an hour today...

Besides, could I not say the same to you?

[thefaceofjustice]

I'm on the night watch! So what did you want to discuss!