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ataraxion2012-09-09 11:41 am
coffeeking) wrote in ataraxion2012-09-09 11:41 am
video | public service announcement, re: flying dinosaur
[Ianto is in the oxygen gardens, cooing softly at a pteranodon in Welsh. It's taller than he is, and its wingspan is huge as it spreads them wide to keep its balance as Ianto tosses what appears to be a piece of chocolate into the air. The pteranodon waits for him to do so before snatching the treat mid-air with its long beak and gulping it down happily. Inquisitively, it steps closer when there appears to be no more on its way, and Ianto pats her on the beak before addressing the communicator.]
Right, hi. Ah, some of you probably saw Doctor Ross's discovery of the dinosaur last night. She's actually a female pteranodon named Myfanwy. [He pronounces this Mee-vahn-wee, more or less. Welsh, go figure.] We kept her at my workplace back home, and I was mostly the one responsible for taking care of her. While she's not precisely tame, I can promise she isn't going to hurt anyone unprovoked.
[Myfanwy nudges at Ianto with her beak insistently, and Ianto pauses to stroke a hand between her wide-set eyes and murmur that he doesn't have any more. Clearly understanding the sentiment of the statement, if not the language, she comes as close to pouting as is possible for a dinosaur, making an irritated sound in her throat and rustling her wings.]
She likes chocolate, as you can see, so it's probably best not to go wandering about the oxygen garden with chocolate in your pockets. I can't be billed for drycleaning here. And it's probably best to keep any house pets out of the garden as well.
[He looks a bit sheepish at that.]
We taught her only to eat fish and anything we covered in a special barbecue sauce, but we don't have either here. We're having to resort to feeding her things from the kitchens, so it's lucky she doesn't eat much more than your average person. Unfortunately, we never did manage to break her of the habit of going after cats and small dogs, and the occasional flock of sheep. Retraining is always a hassle, so we don't want to tempt her.
[Clearly bored of the attention now that the chocolate has run dry, Myfanwy allows Ianto to pet her a few more moments before shuffling backwards and spreading her wings. With two powerful beats, she's airborne and flying away.]
Anyway, if you see her in the rafters somewhere, please don't shoot her, or throw things at her, or scream and run. She's perfectly content to ignore you unless Jack or I introduce you to her.
Right, hi. Ah, some of you probably saw Doctor Ross's discovery of the dinosaur last night. She's actually a female pteranodon named Myfanwy. [He pronounces this Mee-vahn-wee, more or less. Welsh, go figure.] We kept her at my workplace back home, and I was mostly the one responsible for taking care of her. While she's not precisely tame, I can promise she isn't going to hurt anyone unprovoked.
[Myfanwy nudges at Ianto with her beak insistently, and Ianto pauses to stroke a hand between her wide-set eyes and murmur that he doesn't have any more. Clearly understanding the sentiment of the statement, if not the language, she comes as close to pouting as is possible for a dinosaur, making an irritated sound in her throat and rustling her wings.]
She likes chocolate, as you can see, so it's probably best not to go wandering about the oxygen garden with chocolate in your pockets. I can't be billed for drycleaning here. And it's probably best to keep any house pets out of the garden as well.
[He looks a bit sheepish at that.]
We taught her only to eat fish and anything we covered in a special barbecue sauce, but we don't have either here. We're having to resort to feeding her things from the kitchens, so it's lucky she doesn't eat much more than your average person. Unfortunately, we never did manage to break her of the habit of going after cats and small dogs, and the occasional flock of sheep. Retraining is always a hassle, so we don't want to tempt her.
[Clearly bored of the attention now that the chocolate has run dry, Myfanwy allows Ianto to pet her a few more moments before shuffling backwards and spreading her wings. With two powerful beats, she's airborne and flying away.]
Anyway, if you see her in the rafters somewhere, please don't shoot her, or throw things at her, or scream and run. She's perfectly content to ignore you unless Jack or I introduce you to her.
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