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Who: Chihualina and you!
What: Carolina is a chihuahua and wandering around the Castle.
When: Saturday, Feb 25th, all day!
Where: Pretty much anywhere she can get into (intro's set up for a random stairwell).
Rating: Possible PG if that.

[To say Carolina had been having a physically challenging week would be an understatement. Between trying to get up and down stairs, just to start with, important things were now more often than not, too far out of her reach. Her current problem, though, was once again the stairs. She'd learned how to balance going down them without tumbling, but getting up them had proven a far more trying task. As she currently stood, she was perched on one step, taking a brief break after already climbing several flights.

It's not that she had a particular destination in mind, but needed to be out and about considering that both of the Doctors had left the Castle. There were still things that needed to be done, even in her current form.]

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[Ripley settles herself next to Maine and ust watches. She doesn't know why you're so proud, it's just a worthless piece of Dead Thing ~~she is so jealous right now~~]

Good girl. [Maine squats down and pats her head, trying not to do it too roughly. She is small enough for him to break without too much thought.] Wish I had a camera.

[Because how often does he get a chance to get a hold of possible black mail pictures of his Boss??]

[Carolina plops the death thing on his foot before laying across it for reasons she can't even fathom. She's never wanted praise before in her life but she really wants to show off Her Dead Thing. She barks up at him, meant to be a warning about any kind of pictures, but it's kind of ruined by Her Dead Thing sitting on his foot.]

[Maine's not really one to be squeamish, but there is a dead thing on his shoe and he can't even really identify it. Squirrel? Rabbit? Strange alien creature? He's not sure.]

[Then she goes and lays on it and he can't help laughing a little. Oh Carolina, he is not going to let you live this down. He pats her head again, and then (with a modicum of wincing), slides his hand underneath her and lifts her back up to his chest, nudging the Dead Thing off of his shoe.]

You need a bath.

[Hey! No! That's Her Dead Thing! She fought for that! She squirms around in his hand, trying to get back to it and ignoring the fact that yes she definitely needs a bath.]

[Dang -- for small thing she sure is hard to hold on to. He presses her against his chest with both hands to avoid dropping her and turns with a little growl.] Bath. You stink.

[Ripley, unseen by Maine, stops to sniff at the dead thing, and then picks it up in her mouth and carries it happily. Her Dead Thing now.]

[Carolina continues to wriggle around even as Maine has her firmly against him, which definitely does limit her movement. She spots Ripley picking up Her Dead Thing and begins barking from where she's up against Maine. Must. Defend. Her. Dead. Thing.]

[ACK. How. Does he hold onto you without crushing you. He's getting a little exasperated and growls for a moment, trying to figure out how to handle this, and happens to catch a sidelong glance of Ripley ... turning to look at Ripley ... no fucking way no one is bringing that thing inside.]

Drop. It. [Ripley complies with the slightest hesitation, and seems to whip her tail over her back in defiance to Carolina as she heads to the door: Ha I carried your Dead Thing.]

[Carolina still isn't pleased with Ripley in the slightest and continues to bark after her, but the squirming slows just a little bit. Now that the Dead Thing can be re-claimed, she'll just... go absolutely nowhere because fighting against Maine's grip has done nothing so far. ]

Leave it. [... :| Okay he just gave Boss an order and he feels really weird about that, even if she's a fuzzy little ankle-biter. He flails around mentally for a moment to try and think of a suitable distraction topic.]

Gotta talk about Wash. [Hopefully she would understand that. Otherwise, he was screwed and he'd have to find another way to deter her from dragging Dead things all over him and instigating Ripley as well.]

[Yeah, Carolina doesn't like the sound of that order, if the sudden stop of her barking is any indication. She stares up at him a little bug-eyed before he interrupts what would have been the doggy equivalent of a verbal lashing. The squirming, as well, stops altogether. Okay, Wash is a suitable topic of conversation.

She nods, letting him off the hook just this once.]

[OH GOOD that worked. He continues to take her back to her room, glad she's not lashing him for the order (although expecting to hear about it later), and talks his eloqueny few words about what he was able to drag out of a drunk Wash.]

Still hung up on that Spartan chick leaving. Said she kept him sane.

[Carolina furrows her little doggy eyebrows, nodding slowly to show that she'd at least understood his words. Sure, she'd known Kat was important to Wash, but it seemed she'd grossly underestimated just how important. She barks once, wishing she could actually have a full conversation with Maine about this.]

[You see, now was a perfect time to have this conversation, in Maine's opinion. For one, it offered perfect distraction from the Dead Thing, but also, Carolina's inability to effectively drill him for information was a definite plus.]

[He gives her a little pat on the head.] You know they were fucking? [The idea of Wash with a Spartan of all things was impressive.]

[That pat on the head gets a firm shake. Petting is one thing, but just patting is a bit demeaning in her book. Still she barks and nods at his question. Wash told her about three minutes after she arrived in the Castle in more detail than she wanted to know about his sex life.]

[Okay fine no patting. Instead Maine grumbles a little bit as he continues to take her back to her room. Damn why did she have to live at the fucking top of the fucking castle :| ]

Don't know what to do about him.

[Carolina barks and squirms in his grip, just about ready to be done with the holding. She could always try and find something (or someone) to help distract Wash, but she knows that the more practical would be to dig into the root of the problem. Is it just Kat? Or is it something else?]

[AH no no no don't do that! Maine grumbles, adjusting his hold. He could practically smell the Dead Thing all over his hands now, he didn't want to set her down until it was in a tub of soapy water.]

[Carolina continues to squirm, her back legs kicking up at the air. The urge to be down is so intense right now. Let go let go let gooooooo.]

[Must not drop Boss must not squish Boss must not yell at Boss]

[He shifts his grip until he's holding her around her midsection with both hands, where she can flail all she wants and he'll hopefully not drop her. The door poses a problem because LOL hands full but he's finally able to figure something out and get them side.]

[There he sets her own and lets go -- she wants to get Dead Thing all over her place that's her business -- and heads to the sink to wash the Dead Thing off of his hands.]

Stay out of my room. [No getting Dead Thing in there please :| Ripley hops up on the couch and just looks happily between them. She doesn't need a bath because she didn't sit on it.]

[Going right on squirming and kicking, Carolina eventually gets to go bursting across her room once she's set down, scampering across the hardwood toward the kitchen for no real reason. She pauses briefly when Maine speaks, glancing up at him. She can go in your room if she wants to :|. As a matter of fact, have a tiny chihuahua heading your way right now.]

[What? Boss, you're killing him here. :| He reacts without really thinking and takes the towel he had been drying his hands off with and throws it over Carolina.]

[... At first Carolina's not aware of what even happened, but when she does? Oh boy. She shakes the towel off and immediately begins barking rapidly and loudly at him, the chihuahua version of a verbal asskicking. You threw a towel over her.]

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