Post by Erin Mustela on Apr 18, 2016 7:10:55 GMT -8
Erin weaved her way skilfully through the legs of other mammals, lugging along her huge toolbox (on wheels, thankfully) and an umbrella in the other. She'd had a phone call about some poor Armadillo that had broken down somewhere in the Rainforest District - which was terrible for vehicles to begin with, let alone get into a pickle. The problem was she didn't really know the rainforest district well, and with the maze of bridges and cable cars and jungle pathways, she was getting rather lost. It didn't help either of her size, as everyone else and their umbrellas and the torrential rain meant she kept missing signposts.
She was frustrated, and looked at her phone. The awful weather gave her bad signal too! She heaved a sigh. The Armadillo would have to wait. The rain was driving her nuts and her feet and trousers were getting wet under her long raincoat. She knew there was no use waiting out the rain - it was artificial. She wanted something warm to lift her spirits, but the tropical area was only really full of fruity cocktail bars and exotic restaurants. She supposed it would have to do.
She gave in and went into a bar, feeling bad about shirking her responsibilities, even though it wasn't really her fault. She couldn't help being small, and the overcrowding of the rainforest district! Part of her wished she was smaller so she could use the special walkways reserved for rodents to keep them safe, but she was too big.. Maybe she could ask the bartender for a map...
She climbed onto a tall stool and looked at the menu before asking for an interesting-looking smoothie made of butterflies and fruits. (lets pretend dietary evolution happened because stoats are obligate carnivore). There she sucked on the straw grumpily, checking her phone to see if she had better connection in the bar. She hoped to warm up a bit before braving the rains once again.
She was frustrated, and looked at her phone. The awful weather gave her bad signal too! She heaved a sigh. The Armadillo would have to wait. The rain was driving her nuts and her feet and trousers were getting wet under her long raincoat. She knew there was no use waiting out the rain - it was artificial. She wanted something warm to lift her spirits, but the tropical area was only really full of fruity cocktail bars and exotic restaurants. She supposed it would have to do.
She gave in and went into a bar, feeling bad about shirking her responsibilities, even though it wasn't really her fault. She couldn't help being small, and the overcrowding of the rainforest district! Part of her wished she was smaller so she could use the special walkways reserved for rodents to keep them safe, but she was too big.. Maybe she could ask the bartender for a map...
She climbed onto a tall stool and looked at the menu before asking for an interesting-looking smoothie made of butterflies and fruits. (lets pretend dietary evolution happened because stoats are obligate carnivore). There she sucked on the straw grumpily, checking her phone to see if she had better connection in the bar. She hoped to warm up a bit before braving the rains once again.