No Place Like Home [Open]

[cantmissfriday]

((OOC: Been around long enough to have met Friday and want to stop by? Someone sent you around because you need some heavy work done? Just wondering what the giant dragon shelter is on the edge of town? Come on by!))

Who: Friday and YOU
Where: Friday's home near the edge of town
When: Any time, any day! She's home most often after sundown, however.
What: Paying a call on the resident mountain of dragon

A house designed for a large, solitary dragon was, by necessity, quite simply designed. The building was large and square, with most of the inside space taken up by an enormous nest. There were a few storage boxes built along the walls like benches, and the only other room was a freezer large enough to be a walk-in for a human. The doors were massive, naturally, but had smaller, human-sized doors set next to them, and even a little human-sized table and a couple chairs set into one corner that saw precious little use.

Friday still had high hopes of visitors, some day.

The strangest part about the place was that it was decorated. Unless you counted hordes, dragons - particularly the large ones - weren't exactly known for interior design. And, well, it wasn't pretty, exactly. But it'd been painted enthusiastically in bright, foresty greens and yellows inside and out, and the walls were adorned with a few pictures, medals, and even a mounted military rifle. Everything was extremely orderly, tidy, and dust-free, perhaps betraying a bit of the dragon behind the dimwitted gentle giant routine she liked to put on.

The dragon herself spent most of her time there sleeping, snoozing, and thinking. But a visitor was always worth attention.

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[cantmissfriday]

Friday tilted her head, eyes wide and innocent, expression carefully blank. It was easier to see the mask when one had had a glimpse of what was underneath. "Oh, me? I'm always careful. I just can't stand unnecessary conflict." She might be a radical, but she much preferred peaceful protest and affirmative action to a bloody revolution. She was, after all, quite fond of humans, herself.

[doingallthethings]

Yeah, sorry, Friday, Haro wasn't buying it anymore. He eyed her, but then shook his head with a wry little smile. "That's good, I guess. Because I bet someone like you could probably be pretty good, when it comes to conflict."

[cantmissfriday]

"Well, they don't give out medals for being bad on the battlefield." She gestured vaguely at some of the ribbons hanging from the wall. "But it's... oh, I don't know. I guess there's the saying, you should fight to live and not live to fight? It's always better if no one has to get hurt."

[doingallthethings]

"I agree with that wholeheartedly, miss Friday," Haro said, perhaps a little more fervently than he would have if he wasn't saying it to a dragon who could swallow him in one bite and still be hungry. (Not that he expected such a thing, of course, as she was entirely civil with him and all that, but thinking of how she could be quite devastating if she wanted to made him appreciate her desire not to be.)

"That's boring, but even I can't go up against everybody by my little lonesome," Flunika sighed, flopping down more bonelessly on Friday's lap.

[cantmissfriday]

"There's things none of us can do on our own, little or otherwise," Friday said soothingly, nuzzling Flunika in an affectionate way. She might be a radical, but that didn't mean she had to be barbaric or bloody about it. Unfortunately, even peaceful protests made people nervous, when it was dragons doing the protesting.

[doingallthethings]

"What are you doing, then?" Haro asked. Because she was talking like she was doing something.

"And can I help?" Flunika put in eagerly. She was as bad as Haro sometimes, in her way, with picking up things to do-- she just didn't follow through on them as often as he did.

[cantmissfriday]

"Me?" Friday propped her head in her claws. "I'm just living my life. Maybe some people will see me and learn that dragons can be good citizens even without partners."