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Sep. 22nd, 2020 at 9:24 AM
Clutching a clipboard to her chest, Gert had managed to put flyers up half of the common room areas. Each one contained a list of important phone numbers for new arrivals, information about what was in the neighborhood and an invitation to a house meeting.
//Freedom... the smell of carbon based fuel, human food and small mammals// The Deinonychus stood perfectly still in the deep brush
of the Ramble and chirped contentedly to herself.
Gert dropped the clipboard and sank down on a thick leather sofa murmuring, "oh no, oh no. oh no....."
//Freedom... the smell of carbon based fuel, human food and small mammals// The Deinonychus stood perfectly still in the deep brush
of the Ramble and chirped contentedly to herself.
Gert dropped the clipboard and sank down on a thick leather sofa murmuring, "oh no, oh no. oh no....."
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"Okay, I think she's still in the area with the trees. She seems to be staying put for now."
//Lacey, you're such a good girl.//
The theropod cocked her head as if she was listening. She heard the skitter patter of claws and couldn't resist the urge to chase. She crashed through the underbrush before the strong scent of human hit her. Old Lace froze.
"Molly, she was good, but I don't know how much longer she can last.:
"I'll take a crave case. No, make that two," she said, "Oh, and a sack of fries..." She looked over at Gert. "You're gonna be hungry too, that's how the dino-connection works, right?"
She paid for their food, handing the boxes of sliders and the bag of fries to Gert in the passenger seat, and sped off, navigating the sharp turn onto the busy street like she was an experienced cab driver.
Gert pulled out her phone and started searching the map of Central Park, "Molly, how close do you think we can get to the Ramble? I bet she's somewhere in there."