[open] Toto, I don't think we're on Hedenex anymore....

[bluesuit_handy]

It's been so good to stretch his legs again after so long cooped up on the ship. Andrew loves traveling, of course, and he loves spending time with James and the dogs, but his tolerance for monotonous space journeys is diminishing rather than growing. Their first journey out from Earth was the longest, of course, since they had to reach a jump node before they could travel from world to world in a matter of weeks rather than months, but somehow just a week stuck in a space the size of a largish flat is almost unbearable to him now. If he had to do that longer journey again, he might go mad.

Despite his enthusiasm, there's only so much running about (much of it literal) he can do before he tires out. Hedenex is a friendly sort of planet, with more than a few things to do and see, but just now he's tucked back up in bed in the spaceship he shares with James, their dogs curled up nearby as if watching to make sure he doesn't go off again without them when he wakes up.

His sleep is troubled by dreams that are less bad, necessarily, than they are weird. He's in the midst of grudgingly assembling a floral arrangement under the watchful eye of a robot servant belonging to a version of the Master he hasn't seen in centuries when a chill wind suddenly blows through the beach house where he and Abraham Lincoln have been imprisoned together. He shivers in both the dream and in reality, shifting uncomfortably on the hard red surface of the bleachers that make up the roof of the Times Square TKTS booth. He's wrapped up surprisingly well for someone who was just taken away from his cozy bed and blankets, as he tends to layer up even when he goes to bed, but a fleece onesie with a hoodie over the top half and socks on under the enclosed feet is still not enough. At least he'll look dashing in that yellow ducky-themed print?

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[wildmage_daine]

She squeaks her agreement. If he puts it up, they'll both be warmer, and she'll be less visible.

[bluesuit_handy]

"I'll take that as a yes," he says, as he rather wants the hood up. He's sure she'll make her displeasure known if that wasn't what she meant.

Properly be-hooded (but more aware than ever of his lack of anything to cover his legs and feet beyond his duckie onesie), he steps back out onto the sidewalk.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine snuggles beneath the hood and watches the world go by. Occasionally, if she spies broken glass or something else unpleasant on the sidewalk, she'll chirp or pat Andrew with one paw to alert him before he steps on it. Once they're in more familiar territory, she'll check for any recently arrived dogs.

[bluesuit_handy]

He almost doesn't understand her warning the first time, but after he realized he was about to put his foot down on a broken bottle, he pays more mind to her when she tries to direct him. It's a little warmer with her against his neck and his hood over his head, but he still thinks longingly of his nice, warm bed -- and his winter coat.

The trip to the park doesn't take too long, and he has to be grateful that this is New York, and people here honestly aren't that phased by weirdos in jimjams.

[wildmage_daine]

Now that she doesn't have to focus so much on where Andrew's putting his feet, she's free to send her magic out into the park, looking for misplaced dogs. There are a few strays, but when she describes Andrew to them (a combination of his smell, his voice, and how he'd look from the ground), none of them recognize him.

When one hopefully asks if Andrew might be looking for a new dog, Daine heaves a little sigh and invites them over. She doesn't think Andrew will take them, but maybe she can do something for them.

She checks her magic, calculating how many changes she has in her before she gets too drained. She could probably manage a couple more. First, she reshapes her mouth again so she can talk to Andrew.

"I can take hawk shape and look for your friend. It'd be quicker."

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew is indeed not looking for a new dog, though if he knew one was getting hopeful about it he might feel guilty about saying so. At the moment he's not even in a position to do much for himself, let alone take in a stray canine.

"Would you?" he asks hopefully, unaware of any limitations that would stop her from transforming as many times as she likes.

[wildmage_daine]

"Yes." Her hopes aren't particularly high, but the sooner she searches the park, the sooner they can get in out of the cold. "Also, some dogs are going to show up in a minute. Not yours, just strays. Tell 'em to wait." Before she starts her shift, she adds, "Describe your friend again for me?"

She exchanges her mouth for a beak, forgetting to warn him that things are about to get a bit weird in his hood. She'll try not to scratch him with her new talons, at least, and peregrine falcons aren't too much bigger than ermine, really.

[bluesuit_handy]

"...Alright. Friends of yours?" he asks, both tucking away the information that she apparently knows ahead of time when tray dogs are going to show up and wondering just why they're coming.

There's a moment or two when he's not sure why she isn't getting out of his hood, and then things start getting just a bit intense. He squirms as feathers tickle his neck and something sharp scrapes across his skin (though thankfully without breaking it).

[wildmage_daine]

Daine squirms out from under his hood and nods in answer to his earlier question.

To the dogs, still some way off, she suggests they wait by Andrew and try to keep him warm, if he'll let them. One of the incoming dogs feels like a terrier mix; the other is some kind of hunting dog and a bit larger, but they both cheerfully agree to wait with Andrew until she's done searching the park.

Then she looks at Andrew, wondering if he's going to describe his friend again. What was it--tall and blonde? It's a big vague.

[bluesuit_handy]

And dogs! She wasn't kidding. "Hmm?" he asks in return for the look she's giving him. Then, remembering she asked him for a description, "Oh! Ahh...about this tall," he gestures, "floppy blond hair, blue eyes, gray three-piece suit, probably looking for me."

[wildmage_daine]

Daine gives another nod, then launches herself off of his shoulder and takes to the air.

The dogs, for their part, mill around Andrew with their tails wagging for a few minutes. If Andrew moves around, they'll follow him; otherwise they'll sit next to him and lean against his legs.

[bluesuit_handy]

Alright, ow, hawk launching self off shoulder. Remind him to get a falconry glove if she's going to use him as a perch again. He glances at the dogs, still not quite sure what to make of their presence...and wondering if they're giving him fleas.

[wildmage_daine]

Falcons aren't much for soaring, but that's just as well; Daine's in a hurry, and peregrines are fast. She sweeps back and forth across the park, her eyes picking out two-leggers with the traits Andrew listed, but none of them have more than one or two, and none of them are looking particularly confused or lost, as far as she can tell. Most of them aren't even alone.

She covers the park twice, just to be sure, then heads back to the general area where she left Andrew and the dogs.

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew looks around a bit himself, watching to see if the dogs follow when he moves about -- they do -- but he knows that she's more likely to find James than he is, if James is even here. He sits down after a little while and pulls the smaller dog into his lap, reasoning that he can always get flea powder later and they've already rubbed themselves all over his jimjams anyway.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine swoops in for a landing, lighting on the back of the bench. Even though she's in falcon shape, the dogs are thrilled to see her--something she realizes she should have accounted for when the smaller one enthusiastically lunges for her, knocking her clear off the bench. She lands in an untidy heap just in time for the larger dog to snuffle at her, and she uses the dubious cover to shift into a dog shape, herself. There. Now they're on more even footing.

She allows the dogs to sniff her and tumble about a bit with her before asking them to hold off, and they obey, tails fanning the air. Turning her attention to Andrew, she shakes her head. No luck.

[bluesuit_handy]

What is it with animals launching themselves off him today? Andrew grunts, curling in on himself in a vain attempt to protect a delicate part of his anatomy, the matter of seeing what the dogs and his new friend are up to secondary for the moment.

"Nothing?" he asks, starting to get a bit worried. It's a big city -- but he's got to ope that James is somewhere in it. Otherwise, they're literally planets away from each other, and James -- who, incidentally, is the one with a working spaceship -- won't have any idea where to look.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine hops up onto the bench and shakes her head again before sitting down with a heavy sigh. She's tired, and it's cold, and she wants to go back to the base. Maybe she can coax Andrew into coming with her. She tilts her head at him, as if to ask if he has any ideas.

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew hesitates a moment, but reaches over and lays a (cold) hand on her. "Thank you," he says sincerely, already thinking about what he's going to do. "What I need is something to detect his positronic impulses -- shouldn't be any other androids on Earth in this era to give me interference."

He sighs. He doesn't even have trousers, let alone the equipment he'd need for that.

[wildmage_daine]

She's not sure what most of what he's saying means, but whatever he wants to do, she doesn't think he's going to manage it without help--more help than she can give, anyway. Best try to get him to the base, if he'll follow her. Daine paws his arm, then hops off the bench and trots a few yards before turning back towards him, tail wagging. The other two dogs join her, all three of them training expectant looks on Andrew.

[bluesuit_handy]

He's already used the 'Timmy down the well' line, unfortunately -- and he's feeling a bit too blue to crack jokes anyway. Andrew lifts an eyebrow at her, but obediently gets up and follows. "Have a new idea?" he asks.

[wildmage_daine]

She wags her tail faster and woofs at him. Goddess, it'll be nice to change back into her human shape so they can talk proper, but at least dogs are expressive--and most two-leggers are good at understanding them.

She leads him across the park, drawing closer once they reach the sidewalk and instructing the other two dogs to do the same. Yuri's explained leash laws to her, and she doesn't want it to be too obvious at first glance that Andrew doesn't have any of them on leashes. At least they only have a short way to go and one road to cross; as long as they behave themselves, she doubts any two-leggers will give them all a second glance (unless it's to look at what Andrew's wearing).

[bluesuit_handy]

"Is there somewhere else you thin he might be?" asks Andrew, hoping for the best even though his crow-ermine-hawk-dog friend didn't seem all that hopeful a minute ago. He's probably attracting fewer curious gazes now than he was earlier; the dogs block much of the view of his legs in their ducky-laden glory, and he looks more or less like he could be a dog walker with the three of them clustered around him.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine glances up at him with an encouraging grin, but doesn't otherwise attempt to answer the question. She'd be stunned if they got to the base and found Andrew's friend there, but that's not why they're going--they're going so they can get out of the cold, and so she can change back into her human shape, put some clothes on, and help Andrew come up with another plan. At the very least, she could introduce him to some other humans who might be able to help him.

Ugh. The road crossing. She's no longer terrified of it, but she's still not a fan of all the cars. She waits for the light to turn, impressing upon the dogs that they are not to go into the street until she says so.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Any chance we could stop inside somewhere to warm up?" asks Andrew, his shivering having grown more pronounced since he lost his lap warmer. Finding James is of the utmost importance, of course, but it won't do anyone much good if he succumbs to hypothermia first. He watches the dogs as they wait at the light, trying to observe how she's communicating with them.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine nods, tail wagging. She feels a bit better about taking him inside now that he's asked.

The light changes, and she heads across the street, the dogs still keeping close to her and Andrew. Her hackles go up a bit as she passes the cars, but she doesn't break her stride. The dogs, wary of the cars but less upset by them than she is, ask if she's all right, and she reassures them until they've reached the other side of the street.