out and about

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i. octovern, shopping

There is a small, dark-haired young woman over there, bargaining for some groceries. People are far more helpful right now, but kids still need to eat and be clothed, so she makes sure they are fine. And, while Miss Melanie and the many more kids are provided for, on the ship, she'll help with whatever she can, too. That doesn't mean she can't be shrewd about it!

But if there is a disturbance, she will not shy away from checking out what is happening, in case she can help. This is not because of the feathers. She's been helped so much throughout her life, she knows there's only one thing to do - pay it forward.

ii. octovern, be prepared for a small gaggle of children

Are you in Octovern? In the streets?

Because there may be a very small child tugging at your clothes.

And then there is Jasmine, stepping to wrap a hand around his shoulders.

"Hey, hey, they're all right, they don't need help, probably." She looks up. "Or do you?" Some of her kids do have a knack for figuring out who is in some sort of trouble or at least needing a pick-me-up.

And of course, the other four are following while she's trying to lead the first one away.

iii. somewhere else? she may get dropped at?

Jasmine may or may not have a stirring spoon in her hand, though her usual dark clothes aren't covered by an apron, she just handles the cooking always ready to be on the go because the little ones do tend to run out far too quickly.

But going out doesn't mean this far out. She blinks, looks around, and then makes a face.

"Not again!"

iv. even wilder wild card

ooc: choose your own adventure

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Said stirring spoon is suddenly attacked by a mess of blonde feathers with a warbling hiss, as a cat-sized, feathered... something has decided it has insulted its entire existence.

OMYGOSH I wake up to this

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The spoon clatters on the floor - Jasmine will wash it shortly - but the pot has been saved, as Jasmine's reactions have been honed by taking care of young children who can be very quick, and she tries to catch the small thing, before she registers what she's seeing and blinks, whether the catching - gentle - has succeeded or not.

This is not one of the kids. And it's certainly not the small creature she knows, aka a puppy.

"No eating from the pot. You'll burn yourself." First things first. "Are you hungry?"

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Spoon vanquished, the creature - a mass of blonde wings and too many legs - looks up at Jasmine proudly.

"Va!" It chirps, seemingly happy to be caught and held. It's definitely not a puppy, but not a bird either. There's no beak, just a flat face with white eyes and a mouth with many needle-sharp teeth.

When she asks if it's hungry, the critter squeaks again, wagging long tail-feathers(?).

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And she smiles and nods at that proud look, it's so familiar from the kids that it's hard to miss. She has no idea what the spoon did, but she can be a little proud of him.

And she will try to see if scritching gently among the soft feathers will be pleasant. she... it has been many long years since she had her puppy, but she remembers a little.

"All right. Water first, and I'll think of something to go with it. Can I interest you in some cold rice pudding?" Cradling the creature in her arm, she bends down to pick the spoon to set it in the sink, then fills up a bowl with water, setting it down on the counter because her surprise visitor is feathered and she suspect there'll be trouble to set a limit to the floor - plus, she could kick a bowl on the floor...

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The scritching has a good effect, making the creature chirp and purr, nuzzling its weird little face against her. It then just seems happy to be carried, like a fancy lady's cat or lap dog while Jasmine picks up to get the spoon (there's a tiny hiss) and then fills up a bowl.

Eager, the critter slips from her arms as soon as the bowl is placed down on the counter and lands (wobbly and digging all their tiny paws in) on the counter so it can stick its whole face into the bowl.

It's either drinking or bowl-snorkeling, it's hard to say.