The Treacherous Life of a Goose Rp ~ (Thread Revamp)

[Kell27]

Miranda

"Im getting tired too... this place isn' so bad, atleast it's warm!!" Said miranda as she fluffed herself up and then lied down to sleep.

[LostGosling]

((OOC: Yes, we are going to time skip after Devri finally shows the gosling's what she has planned. I've been waiting for all the gosling's to be together in the brooder before I put one into play. We are going to time skip to the day when they are finally old enough to go out onto the yard with Mask. I figure that we could throw in how they where upgraded to bigger living spaces due to growth as dialogue between the goslings, cuz I don't think I could possibly handle 2 or three more transfer scenes (throws self onto ground pulling at hair). Being moved into the box and then to the brooder was fun, but anymore of it would probably get old fast. So, when Devri tells everybody her plan and there is about a page more dialogue, I will activate the time skip and everybody will be weanlings in the process of being transfered to the yard. I'll give a brief description of a weanling after the time skip. X3))

[Confidential Ness]

( sounds good)

'Not bad at all,' Owl agreed. 'But warm? How can you even sleep in that wet stuff? It makes my feathers all sticky and shivery when I take them out.'

[Kell27]

Miranda

Miranda got up and shook herself off, looking at the bunch of goslings hanging around in the corner. "So what do we do now? I don't even know where we are, or if it's even safe!! I want out. I'd like to find where the smell of another goose came from.. it's someone we haven't seen yet i think. I really hope they'r friendly and will help us out."

[Confidential Ness]

(They're in the brooder. Mask is at the farm. It helps to read LostGosling's posts.)

[LostGosling]

Sunny

The tiny gander was nearly at his breaking point. If Devri didn't tell them what she knew soon, he was going to intentionally flip himself onto his back so that he could kick and scream without looking crazy. "Come on Devri!" he squeaked desperately. "Tell us...pleeeease! I'm going crazy here!"

Aster

Aster sniffed at the air, consentrating on the air as hard as she could. She couldn't smell anything. "I don't know what we're going to do Miranda, but I think we're safer in here than out there." she gave a sigh. "Besides, we're just too small to get out of this place without aid." As she stared up it's steep, outer wall, she felt this itching. It was coming from her wings. She reached back and ran her beak over one, and the itch subsided, but she felt a row of tiny bumps on it's edge. She stared at the bumps for a moment, and then shrugged before she repeated the same with her other wing. She wondered if the others had the strange little bumps on their wings as well, but she didn't want everyone to panic. She shook her down and began to clean herself, her instincts taking hold. She rubbed her head down her back, collecting oil in her tiny beak from the base of her tail, and then evenly distributed it throughout her plumage. It felt good, and for some strange reason, as long as she didn't think about it too hard, she knew exactly what to do. She scratched her head briskly, and then began rubbing the oils on her feet, which proved to be more difficult than her down had been. She wondered thoughtfully if the others knew how to do this as well.

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

America

"Aster, what are you doing?" America asked. (Urg, I have bad WB)

[LostGosling]

Aster

She looked up from her antics and looked at America, a smile on her face. "I honestly don't have a clue, but it feels great!" she said, slightly embrassed. "I was trying to stop an itch on my wings, and it just happened! It's like I knew what to do, but I've never done this in my life." she said in bewilderment as she collected some more oils.

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

America

America tried rubbing herself all over, her feathers began to become silky. "I wonder what we'll all look like when where older, not so fluffy. I have a feeling that we were made for the sky."

[LostGosling]

Aster

Aster thought for a moment, her tiny brow furrowing at America's last comment. "Yeah, I feel that way too. Our arms are shaped funny, they aren't anything like the grasping hands of the creatures from earlier." she shuddered involutarily at the thought of the creatures. "It's like they're made for pushing the air.." she lifted herself onto her tip-toes and fluttered her wings, trying to demonstrate her thoughts. She managed to kick up a very, very miniscule wind. It lightly ruffled the chips infront of her.