Sammy who do you think that you are? [Text/Action]
[A mass of fluffy white feathers. A beak and talons. Samus brought something back with her on the Tiki Island Vacation Extravaganza and it wasn't a bad tan. It was a curse of the avian persuasion... She was certain the Chozo would be rolling in their bird graves if they could see her now...
Samus did not find it humorous at all. After venturing into a Forbidden Temple, she had been turned into some kind of chicken (a cucco, if you were particular about your poultry) and just in time for classes to start with all the transfer students coming in. That was just great. Who was going to let her students know classes were inevitably canceled? Was she going to get a docked paycheck? Maybe someone could substitute... but on such short notice?
Knowing these situations typically lasted a week was only a minor comfort when she was barely over a foot tall, could only squawk and had no hands. Only a few days into the curse and the hours seemed to become excruciatingly boring and crawl on so slowly. She might of been speechless and armless, but she was hardly helpless (or so she stubbornly insisted). Falcon's care appreciated, but leave it to Samus to abide by her inextinguishable and fierce independence first and foremost. She was not some pet and she almost couldn't stand the thought of being cooped up (ha ha) in the firehouse for another minute. She had wings and she could fly... Falcon would never even know she was missing.
But business first... she clamored up to a nearby keyboard and carefully pecked out a message to the network.]
biomerch and armewnmdf qwesaponry clsasses arer cxamnclkedcx
buioimexch and atrmnewd wqeapoinbrey cxlkassed aree canclkewd thiusa week
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biomwech amnfd artmewd wqewaponrey classeds arre canclked this week. donbt bre late next weerk.
- samus
[Convinced that was the best she was going to get literally pecking the keyboard, she made her way up the roof of her home, took a deep breath, spread her wings and took off for the school to satiate some of her boredom. ...What was the worst that could possibly happen to a stray cucco wandering around campus?]
Samus did not find it humorous at all. After venturing into a Forbidden Temple, she had been turned into some kind of chicken (a cucco, if you were particular about your poultry) and just in time for classes to start with all the transfer students coming in. That was just great. Who was going to let her students know classes were inevitably canceled? Was she going to get a docked paycheck? Maybe someone could substitute... but on such short notice?
Knowing these situations typically lasted a week was only a minor comfort when she was barely over a foot tall, could only squawk and had no hands. Only a few days into the curse and the hours seemed to become excruciatingly boring and crawl on so slowly. She might of been speechless and armless, but she was hardly helpless (or so she stubbornly insisted). Falcon's care appreciated, but leave it to Samus to abide by her inextinguishable and fierce independence first and foremost. She was not some pet and she almost couldn't stand the thought of being cooped up (ha ha) in the firehouse for another minute. She had wings and she could fly... Falcon would never even know she was missing.
But business first... she clamored up to a nearby keyboard and carefully pecked out a message to the network.]
biomwech amnfd artmewd wqewaponrey classeds arre canclked this week. donbt bre late next weerk.
- samus
[Convinced that was the best she was going to get literally pecking the keyboard, she made her way up the roof of her home, took a deep breath, spread her wings and took off for the school to satiate some of her boredom. ...What was the worst that could possibly happen to a stray cucco wandering around campus?]