a bit of audio/action.

[contaeoro]

[audio]
[There is not a lot to the audio from Maiza today. Nobody is talking, but there is definitely something there, and that something is definitely attacking the journal. It hits it, sharply, then shoves it across -- judging from the sound of leaves and dirt dislodged by the moving journal -- the forest floor. It's followed by the rustle of wings close by the book, and some more scratching as the journal moves again.

The wings make noise again, although this time it sounds like it's flying. Clumsily so, one might note. The entry ends with the sound of wind blowing past and a loud thud as the journal hits the forest floor. Whatever bird was carrying Maiza's journal, it couldn't keep its grip.]

[action later on #1; the fountain]
[A couple hours after the entry, there is a brown owl sitting on the fountain in the village. He looks exhausted as he slumps on the journal he's got with him and hoots miserably at whoever passes by. Sometimes he spreads out his wings and rustles it to try to get attention, especially at people who Maiza Avaro may recognize. He's hungry. He's tired. Please help.]

[action #2; community house 7, floor 5 room 23]
[It's later in the afternoon, closer to evening, when an owl smacks into the window. It might have looked like it was trying to headbutt its way through the glass, but it's hard to tell. It disappears for a minute and returns to the window again, flying a little less steadily and now with a journal clasped in its talons. It stays at the window hoping someone will open it.]

Comments

[spohkh]

[The Vulcan extends his hand and lays it on the owl's head.]

My mind to your mind.... my thoughts to your thoughts...

[The Vulcan kept the meld shallow, so that he only read surface thoughts, and they were still aware of their surroundings.]

Can you hear me?

[contaeoro]

[If the hand Spock extends is his right one, the owl tenses under it. He might even duck his head and hoot lowly, a little apprehensive. But he does not fly away, at least.

He nods. Yes, he can hear you quite well.]

[spohkh]

You can use your mental voice...

May I inquire as to your name? [Spock's 'voice' was slightly amused as he curiously experienced the various colours that represented the individuals mind.]

[contaeoro]

My name is... Maiza. Maiza Avaro.

[This is the weirdest experience ever.]

[spohkh]

It is well to make your acquaintance Mister Avaro... this is a most unfortunate effect. A friend of mine was recently turned into a monkey.

May I escort you home?

[contaeoro]

Thank you, sir. That would be a great help. Would you know where community house seven is?

[spohkh]

I do... I am going to pick you up now, are you amenable to this?

[contaeoro]

If you could stick out your arm, I can climb on myself, if you don't mind that.

[spohkh]

I will not be able to maintain mental contact without touch... if you need to talk, merely touch my head.


[The Vulcan straightens and picks up Maiza's journal, and holds out his arm...]

[contaeoro]

[Interesting. He wonders if sitting on Spock's head will have the same effect as Spock holding his head, but for now he hops onto the man's arm. He tries to keep his talons from digging into his skin.]

[spohkh]

[Spock moves carefully, and makes his way towards their destination.]

I have seen many variations of Malnosso effects... though I must say, this is the first instance I have seen anyone turned into an...owl.

[contaeoro]

[He's heard since arriving here that the effects come in many shapes and forms, but he hoots forlornly at his loss of normal communication skills. He hopes it won't last long, because this is more troublesome than he wants to admit it is.

Hoot hoot.]

[spohkh]

[If Spock were human, he may have laughed at the hooting... as it was, his Vulcan mask remained neutral, as if he understood what was said.

It does not take them long before they approach the building.]

What is your room number?

[contaeoro]

[There is a pause as Maiza hops onto Spock's head.]

Fifth floor, number twenty-three.

pfft~the image that makes! Priceless! XD

[spohkh]

[Spock would have nodded... but refrained when the action may have upset the owl perched on his head.]

Very well. [It wasn't long before the two made it to the appropriate floor.]

Will the door be unlocked? Do you have a roommate?

[contaeoro]

[He has no idea, and he tells Spock so while still perched on his head. The door is locked, that he knows. And it's been a month since he last was home, and in that time Layton has probably found himself something to do, and Luke and Czes are kids (or at least Luke is) so they are probably outside at this time of day.

Besides, he's not sure if they -- Czes, especially -- would even know Spock or appreciate Maiza bringing in someone they don't know. Hm.]

[spohkh]

[Spock knocks on the door...

...when there is no answer he looks between the door and the owl...]

I am able to unlock the door through other means... though if you would rather wait that is another option.

[contaeoro]

[He shifts a little on Spock's head.]

I could wait. I don't think I would be able to explain you coming inside in this state, anyway.

[spohkh]

[The Vulcan hesitates...]

I am... reluctant to leave you alone in your current form...

[contaeoro]

It's kind of you to be concerned, but I believe I'll be fine. The neighbors here have been friendly.

[spohkh]

[Spock thinks about that for a moment...]

Very well... I will leave you... though please, do not hesitate to contact me through the journals if you are in need of any further assistance...

[Spock liked animals...]

[contaeoro]

I will see if it's possible for me to use it. Thank you for your help, Mr. Spock. I appreciate it very much.