threadthefire | 14th Design [accidental video]

[The camera clicks on into a semi-dark bedroom. The early morning sun shines weakly through curtains and blinds to show a bed, covers all askew. An alarm goes off and the covers move as whoever is underneath them starts to slide out of bed...

...and falls to the floor with a surprised bark.

From the far edge of the bed, the head of adog and blinks a few times. A paw is clumsily set on top of the covers and he looks at it, eyes wide.

With the alarm still going off in the distance, you can just hear a soft whine as the dog looks at his paw again, and then over to the alarm clock.

It's going to be a very long day.]

[ooc: We're just going to assume that all three of the dog icons are of the same dog, mmmkay? They're close matches but not perfect. Today Cinna is an Italian Greyhound which is like a "toy" version of a normal greyhound. He's about 20 inches tall at the shoulder and weighs about 18lbs.

Apartment-mates can probably hear the alarm (if they're not cursed themselves) and action for them is welcome. Heck, if anyone wants to action something out he will be walking around the City later in the day. Just because he's a dog doesn't mean he can't go check on construction at the shop. Anyone else will have to be video.

Also, I'll tag when I get back this afternoon, I just wanted to get this up now.]

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[Crack.

Listen to hisses as he drops it again. Oh, he hates today. He hates it so much. Peering into the device with his amber eyes, he gives a flat look. So a dog while he's a cat.]

Meow.

[He is in the kitchen making breakfast when the alarm goes off, and after a few minutes he gets worried so he knocks o the door.]

Cinna?

[That surprised bark gets another bark in reply, this one from a border collie who dropped its plushie sausage toy to communicate with a fellow dog over the network device left on the bed. How the device turned on, no one knows, but whoever's on the other side gets an eyeful of Biscuit's cold wet nose and in its wake, its imprint left behind on the camera.

But in the background, there's another sound--a female human's voice, thick with sleep, requesting that the collie please shut the hell up because nobody should be awake this early on a Saturday.]

[Cat? Where's the cat? There's a cat!

Wait. Why does Cinna care that there's a cat? Nevermind. He can hear the cat and starts searching the room, sorting through all the strange scents - wow, definitely laundry day - and finally comes to the network device.

He sniffs it. The smells are going to take some getting used to.]

[Cinna can't open doors and besides, he's pawing at the alarm trying to shut the damn thing off. Hearing the knock, he whines again before letting out a short series of barks.

Peeta. Thank heavens.]

[Barking...is that a dog? What else could it be? Peeta opens the door carefully and looks in and spots the dog. Did Cinna get a dog? Without telling him or Katniss?]

Cinna? Are you here?

[He hopes the dog doesn't bite.]

[Cinna's successfully found his communicator. And simple watches the other dog for a moment. It doesn't really expect him to communicate, does it?

But then he hears the background and he gives another whine. Angela. Of course.]

[There's another two shark barks and Cinna approaches Peeta, sitting right in front of him. And staring.

Come on, Peeta, we went through this with Katniss recently.]

[Peeta looks down and it takes him a second, but then:]

Bark once if you're Cinna.

[There we go. Cinna's ears perk up - and isn't that a strange sensation - and he barks. Once.]

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[Holy moly. Peeta squats down to look Cinna in the eye]

This is very...I think we should set up something. One bark for yes, two for no?

[There's a single bark and Cinna raises a paw to set it on Peeta's knee. Yes, I think we can manage this.]

Better than when Katniss was a bird.

[He can't help but scratch Cinna between the ears]

Are you hungry?

[Cinna nods, yes, it's definitely better, but he can't help by snap a little at Peeta's scratching. Yes, it felt wonderful, but it was a little... awkward.

There was also another issue, so with two barks he tells Peeta that no, hunger is not his most pressing need. Giving a plain look at the closed bathroom door, he whines, crossing to it and pawing at the doorknob.]

Oh, sorry.

[He stands and moves to the door and opens it, letting Cinna in, and just closing it when he's done. He doesn't need to know. Or want to know.]

[No he really doesn't, but somehow Cinna makes it work, even managing to figure out how to flush.

With a few barks, Cinna asks Peeta to kindly open the door again. This is going to get old, they need to figure something out.]

[Peeta opens the door and looks down at Cinna-the-dog]

We're going to have to work something better out. Maybe we should just leave all the relevant doors open today.

[Cinna gives a low growl, not really angry, but frustrated. Especially since he still wants to leave the apartment at some point.

Looking around the bedroom, an idea strikes him. He'd set out the suit he was planing to wear, and today that includes a tie. He paws at it gently and looks at the door. Some of the handles in the apartment could have something tied to them, he bets he could pull those with his teeth.

Granted, that means certain doors might need to be left unlocked, but for one or two days?]

Whenever you are yourself again, please contact me.

[Voice? There's a voice. Cinna heads over to where he left his network device and peers into it, barking twice.

Bless caller ID.]

[Peeta looks at the tie and takes it carefully, and takes it to the door]

You want me to tie it to the handle?

[Look, Peeta's logic is very high-fuctioning]

... oh. Merlin's pants. Wow.

[Three barks and a whimper. That's silk, Peeta. He wants something like that, not exactly that. There's plenty of fabric, he's sure there's some-

Oh, in the living room. He dashes out of the bedroom and barks. Follow me, Peeta.]

The usual "two for yes, one for no"?

The following is a test for confirmation:

Can you understand me?
Are you a cat?
Are you a dog?
Is the sky blue?
Polyester leisure suits are the perfect choice for business attire, correct?

[That's Ginny's voice. Where's the network device? Cinna pads around the bedroom until he finds it, sniffing and barking at it.

Hello, Ginny.]

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