TV STATIC MAGIC — HAUNTED SHIP 'FEAST'

[Masie]

The place was set up nicely, but it would be a matter of time to see if it stayed that way, considering that anything could happen.. Especially when any of the raptors happened to be present, and Masie always seemed to be present, wandering from her nest to explore and try understanding the wide world of The Typhoon surrounding her. A brown blur passed by several NPC's who grumbled already having a pretty good idea of what the vague running shape had been, the tap of tiny claws being heard against the floor. With so many smells all over the place? Masie was on hyperdrive checking out all the food items, but most of them remained untouched and uninteresting, expect for their scent. Most of the young raptors diet was still given to her by another member of her pack short of the occasional mouse she crushed, she had not yet properly learned the tearing into things her sisters knew by heart, so she didn't know how to get some of the food items into her stomach.

However, a particular table was filled with things already torn up, small or otherwise things that would not look appetizing unless one was looking for a meal in the way she did. Tiny feet clattered with their sharp claws on the ground as she double timed over to the truth and dare table, skidding to a stop only a matter of a second before she would have impacted with it. "Food!" Her chitter was happy as she put her muzzle on the table, eyes locked on the fish heads before she looked at the others standing there and returned her gaze to the fish heads. When was someone going to feed her?!