Room 524: Friday late afternoon [8-31-12]

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy was sitting on her bed, googling remote control cars and making notes about size and battery length. She'd fired off an email to Charles with a couple of questions and had been surprised at the speed with which he'd replied. This whole project definitely was doable.


[Door and post open. Expecting a borrower, but anyone is welcome.]

Comments

[notalender]

"I thought they weren't too bad for beans? They just make you act funny for a bit."

[walkswithcoyote]

"I'm... not fond of being out of control," Mercy admitted. That was an understatement.

"I'd rather avoid them if at all possible."

[notalender]

Arietty nodded. "That makes sense. For a borrower, though, they could bite me in two."

[walkswithcoyote]

"I can see that," Mercy said. "How do you protect yourself from them?"

[notalender]

"Running away, mostly. And making sure they don't see me. I can usually tell when I'm about to be seen."

[walkswithcoyote]

Probably a useful adaptation, Mercy thought, being able to know when you were going to be seen.

"Makes sense. Maybe a loud whistle or something might help too."

[notalender]

"Wouldn't that just let them know where I am?"

[walkswithcoyote]

"I was thinking more if one was coming at you, you could blow it, maybe hurt it's ears?"

[notalender]

"Does that work?" Arietty tilted her head. "Does it work on mean beans, too?"

[walkswithcoyote]

"It might if you blew it loud enough," Mercy said musingly. "Or at least startle them and alert others that something was happening."