*sniff sniff*

[hazlogs]

It is currently 20:40 Pacific Time on Sun Mar 14 2004.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 49 degrees
      Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the 
      southwest at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.38 and steady, 
      and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 45 degrees 
      Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (43% full).

Zoo - Cell
At the very back of the building, one of the inner offices isn't open, nor does
      it have a blanket covering the entrance. Instead, the doorway is sealed 
      closed with steel bars from one of the animal cages. Bent pieces of metal 
      have been hammered into the cement wall and act like hinges, allowing the 
      makeshift door to swing open and closed with a little effort. Similar 
      semi-circles of metal have been embedded into the opposite side of the 
      doorway and when metal pipes are slipped through these, they effectively 
      lock the makeshift door from the outside.
The room itself is roughly fifteen by fifteen feet and consists of a single
      musty mattress, a pile of ratty blankets for warmth, and a bucket for 
      sanitary purposes. In addition to these basic necessities, the floor is 
      littered with chew toys, large bones, and a handful of mangled softballs. 
      Any way you look at it, the room is little more then a cage and a sparse 
      one at that.

It doesn't take very long for Squeaks to completely distroy the cake. Although,
      it almost looks as if more cake got onto her face and hands then her 
      stomach. Having found such a tasty treat in the first box, the young Mule 
      makes a grab for the second box.
Cornpop scuttles along outside the bars of the cell, then stops and rises
      briefly onto her hind legs to stick her whiskery nose in the air for a 
      good sniff.
Dakota leans down and pushes her box over to Squeaks, pulling off the
      unattached lid. The large box is full to brim with a whole assortment of 
      things: toys that squeak and ones that crunch, a solid rubber ball, a big 
      stuffed bear with pleanty of stuffing inside to spread around, and 
      handfuls of smaller goodies like cookies and other tasty snacks.
"There ya go kiddo. That should last you all of ten minutes." Alicia says with
      a chuckle as she leans against her chest some. "Oh, your mother says that 
      she loves you and misses yeh." She says softly. "She'll be home soon."
The stuffed bear goes flying, as Squeaks goes through the box. She wants those
      cookies. The pup is rather focused on the box and doesn't respond to 
      Alicia's words. Really, its difficult to tel how much English she 
      understands.
The little sickly rat sits back down and watches from outside the bars, leaky
      black eyes blinking rapidly. Her whiskers twitch and her jaws work in 
      some arcane rodent way.
Dakota takes a step away to give the little Metis enough room to devestate the
      box and all of it's contents, looking over to Alicia as she mentions 
      Renee, looking interested. "You talked to her? How's she doing?"
"She's.. um.. alright. She called me from down south. Just taking some time
      off, ya'know." Alicia says with a shrug of her shoulders. "I suppose she 
      is just enjoying her vacation. We didn't talk long."
Squeaks pulls a handfull of milk bones out of the box and sits down with them,
      eating them one by one. She is eating slower now, having just finished 
      eating an entire cake. The kid stops eating after a moment and her nose 
      twitches. Tongue running over her nose, the pup looks over at the cage 
      door and then throws one of the cookies at the bars. It hits the metal 
      with a ping and comes to rest relativly close to the sickly rat.
Cornpop utters an audible squeak and scuttles over to investigate the milkbone.
      After sniffing it for a bit, she crouches down at one end and starts 
      nibbling.
Dakota nods her head slowly to Alicia's words, but before she can say anything
      back, the flying bone and the squeak of the rat draws her attention, and 
      she looks over to the small mammal.
Alicia lets her eyes stare over towards the rat for a moment, before turning
      her attention to Dakota. Rising upwards, she stretches herself out some, 
      then pops a few joints. "So, what now?" She asks her cousin.
A few milkbones remain clutched in one cake-covered hand, as Squeaks crawls
      back over to her corner. The stuffed bear is picked up on route and 
      dragged under the blankets with her.
Cornpop continues nibbling on the milkbone, keeping a wary watch on the big
      people all the while.
Dakota removes her eyes from the rat and back towards her cousin, "Well,
      suppose we can leave her to digest." She says with a grin, glancing over 
      to the lumped blankets containing Squeaks.
The pup yawns and then squeaks a few times like and overly large rat, as she
      makes herself comfortable in her 'bed'. The sound really just doesn't 
      sound right, coming from a minature Crinos.
"Yah. We should probably get home anyways. I'm sure you wanna see Jer and I got
      some stuff to take care of before I turn in." Alicia offers a smile over 
      towards the pup, then slips out the door, waiting for her cousin to 
      depart as well. The lock is soon put back into place. "Take care 
      Squeaks." She calls in softly. "Happy birthday."
Cornpop scampers quickly off as the two head for the door and disappears into
      the shadows, leaving the nibbled milkbone behind.
Squeaks sleepily licks some of the cake from her paws, quickly falling asleep.
"Happy birthday," Dakota echoes quietly, a soft smile on her face as she turns
      away from the cage and makes her way back out.