✽Fifth Post ~ Video✽

[flyingdreams]

[What did Mrs. Brisby do today, one may ask. Usually there is no answer, as she does perfectly fine keeping to herself.

Not today. She shifts a bit uncomfortably, fidgeting. It's clear enough, at least, that she is incredibly uncomfortable.]

Can... someone explain what a "pet store" is to me? Or... explain what a "pet" really is.

I don't think I've ever seen such a dreadful and uncomfortable place...

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[flyingdreams]

I wouldn't want you getting lost...

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

I'll meet up with you, then. Where are you now?

[flyingdreams]

I'll meet you at Lamufao. My house is a little... tucked away.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

All right! I'll see you there in a few minutes!

[Action]

[flyingdreams]

[Doop doop going to Lamufao]

[Action]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ True to his word, N meets her there. ]

Hello, Mrs. Brisby!

[Action]

[flyingdreams]

Hello, N. Ah... I suppose I should show you where it is.

[Action Forever]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

Yes. You don't have to go back inside, if you don't want to.

[flyingdreams]

No, I... it's alright.

[She starts to scurry towards the pet store, leading the way.

Once she's there... there is a slight hesitation, but she goes inside.]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N notices, but does not say anything, instead stepping in quietly in order to listen out for all of the animals' voices. ]

[flyingdreams]

[There's probably not much "voice" to be had - their sentience is significantly more limited. Mrs. Brisby climbs up onto the counter, looking at the other mice as they run in their wheels.]

They... smell, and look, and sound like mice. But...

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

...they don't sound like you.

[ N watches the mice in their cage, a troubled expression on his face. ]

[flyingdreams]

The way they move... it's just... not right.

But I still don't like these cages. I don't understand how they can be so calm about being inside of them!

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

I do not either. They have so little room to live...

[ He remembers his own room. ]

Toys and nice things aren't enough to make up for no freedom.

[flyingdreams]

[Mrs. Brisby is silent, before she climbs up onto the cages, trying to undo the latch.]

Help me...

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ How can he say no? He reaches around her, flipping the latch. ]

[flyingdreams]

[She lifts the door, dropping into the cage and helping encourage the mice to leave the cages. She shouts at them, and oddly enough, they do seem to understand, and all bolt for the door instead of scattering around the store.]

We have to go!

[RUNNING RUNNING BEFORE WE GET IN TROUBLE.]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ The sudden mouse revolution surprises N, but as soon as he realizes what is happening he hurries over, opening the door of the pet shop for them. ]

[flyingdreams]

[Viva la mice-olution!

Mrs. Brisby bolts on all fours, hopefully leading N to follow her.]

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N certainly does, wanting to watch out for her and the mice she has rescued. ]

[flyingdreams]

[The mice scattered, and Mrs. Brisby herself took to an alley to hide, darting behind a garbage can.

Once she was safe, though... despite her panting and gasping, she started laughing.]

Hah... hahahah... promise me you won't ever do anything that stupid, N.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N had to smile. He crouched down, offering her his hands. ]

No promises.

[flyingdreams]

[She stepped onto his hands, still laughing quite a bit.]

Well, just don't get caught. I wasn't really thinking.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ N scoops her up, not minding. ]

It's all right. I think you did a good thing.

[flyingdreams]

[She wobbles a bit from her fear of heights, but otherwise comfortably sits in his hands.]

I think so, too. But that's technically stealing, so it's a bad thing, too.