Second Injection. [video - backdated to the night of the 9th.]

[bluedespitebeing]

I've been thinking about words.

[Hello, Route! Today, this nurse is blood- and static-free, and she's also tied her hair back in a loose ponytail. Seems she's quite comfortable. Her tone is more one of musing, than confusion, which is always a step-up in her book.]

Things can have a price, but they can also have a worth. And both of those are good things, generally, and reflect something's value. So why is it good when something is priceless, but not when it's worthless?

[Lisa shakes her head.]

I suppose it's not important. But--

[She's cut off by a sharp series of taps at her window behind her, and she turns to see...a Hoothoot. And frowns. That thing sure is staring at her pretty hard...]

Again? Maybe I shouldn't have fed it...

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[Video]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[AREN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST THING ABUBUBUBUUU--]

[Heather won't lie, as creepy as Hoothoots are, she's grown to find them adorable. Which is why she sort of grins at the unstated 'weird'.]</sub>

Something tells me it's still gonna be there. At least it's not doing those freaky owl old-woman-screams, right?

_{[Heather you're not helping]}

[Video]

[bluedespitebeing]

[N-no, Heather, you're really not... In fact, if you look at Lisa, you can see just how much help you're not being.]

...I guess that's a good thing.

[Lisa may not quite understand that Heather thinks they're cute, but the Hoothoot has totally picked up on it. And gosh, he is preening.]

[Video]

[foolishwren]

_{[This is why being a blabbermouth is bad. And also probably why it took Henry so long to get used to her.]}

Seriously. Like, mine? I only caught her because I was camping out and she was making like... the most hideous noises in the tree RIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD. You'd never know now, though, she's the quietest thing.

_{[And then, at long last, a pause.]}

Hey, are you okay?

[Video]

[bluedespitebeing]

[Lisa starts to have a bit of that 'thousand yard stare' thing going on as she imagines the little puffball outside her window starting to shriek instead of continuing its simple, if persistent, tapping. Or stalking her to the ends of the earth. What she that was just a weird-looking, quirky bird before is now seeming more and more ominous.

Even if he's just running his beak through his wings to put his feathers back into proper order.

At Heather's question, the nurse manages to come back a little, exhaling loudly.]

Y-yes, Alessa, I'm...fine. ...You just don't seem very bothered at all by these owl things.

[Video]

[foolishwren]

Oh-- well, heh. I guess I've gotten kinda used to them.

Mine had babies once.

Once you've got a dozen or so miniature versions of those tumbling around on the floor and twittering, they don't seem as scary anymore.

[Video]

[bluedespitebeing]

[Lisa looks back over to the Hoothoot, still squishing himself against the window as if he'll meld through it and get inside. The thought of a smaller, much more childishly needy version of it didn't seem so bad.

...She had seen worse things, for sure.]

And they're pretty much harmless, yes? For the trainers, anyway.

[Video]

[foolishwren]

Yeah!

I mean... my friend's attacks him but that's because it's a psycho. All the other ones I've met are normal.

[Video]

[bluedespitebeing]

[She sighs softly, tightening her ponytail.]

Right. Okay. Good, I think.

[Lisa's still going to treat it as a waiting game, half-hoping the thing goes away, but she has resolved to catch it if it's still there later.

Instead, she turns her attention to Heather, offering a tiny smile.]

...So. How are you doing?