Dinah left the door open, put on one of her own CDs - Seal this time - and retrieved some cut-up steak meat from the fridge in the Common Room for Blind Seer, then settled in to wait for Blysse and her best friend.
Convincing Camille that no, steak was not for kittens, might take a while.
[ooc: expecting a couple wolves and other people, but open all the same]
So it was that two wolves were knocking on the door.
Camille, meanwhile, was staring at Blind Seer in fascinated horror. Big Bad Wolf! In my room!
"He know he not supposed to hurt pets," she informed Dinah, hopefully in a reassuring manner.
[at work, so will be slow for a few hours. I'm just impatient!]
"I'm trusting you not to play rough, guy," Dinah said, shaking her head. "She's only a baby, even if she's rude." She held the door open, and nodded toward the plate of steak. "Bologna compensation. And here's the CD," she added, handing it over to Blysse. She'd already taken the cellophane and sticker wrapping off of it; frustrating enough when you were used to it, so why inflict it on someone who wasn't?
[heeee, s'cool]
Edited at 2009-03-20 07:56 pm (UTC)
Cats, he shook his head at Firekeeper. For her part, she resisted the urge to laugh rather well.
"How it works, then?" she asked Dinah, opening the case to stare at the silver disc inside.
"I'm sorry, she's a drama queen, hopefully she'll grow out of it," Dinah said with a sigh, petting Camille on the head. "Camille, Blind Seer and Blysse. Guys? My silly kitten." She grinned and tapped the CD case. "The music is recorded, um, written? On the disc. Have you ever seen a music box?" Dinah wondered, taking the disc and going over to her computer.
She pointed at the CD drive slot button, and said, "Same kind of button as there is on the TV remote, see? That square." She hit stop, and then hit it again so the little slot opened, showing the disc that had been playing earlier. She took it out, and then put the CD in.
Edited at 2009-03-21 01:07 am (UTC)
[ * This post contains no spoilers. Just a lot of sugar. ]
The drums of Strifenova Celestial started up on her TV, the music going out into the hallway as she settled in on the bed next to Tony, grabbing a strawberry to go with the marshmallows. "Thank you, babysitter."
And 'kreee' rather pathetically in the doorway.