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ರೃ [i:lit]Lucinda Newhorn[/i:lit] ರೃ
[green]Random Event Rolls: 70, 55, 87, 68, 15, 81, 74, 51, 71
Happens?: No (70)
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----------------------Villa Lugano--------------------
—-------------Newhorn Household—------------
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[b:lit]S[/b:lit]olid evidence is the root of sanity. Some would argue for love or money or health, but it stands to reason that neither of these would matter if you weren't able to believe in them. And the fact that her parents, still hellbent on being high-class (or at least in being seen as such) hadn't noticed how much the dog with a disease looks like a mammoth is, to Lucinda Newhorn, proof enough that they are beyond saving.
>Look up dog training videos online and attempt train the woolly mammoth to obey simple commands. Like a dog would.
A pet of any sort is a responsibility. Not only the owner has to see to it that food, water, and shelter are provided, affection has to be there, too. And there is something else. Something often forgotten, even when raising children, yet perhaps the single most important part: growth. Because none of those resources will matter unless used properly.
Lucinda slams the door shut behind her after the enters the room, but it bounces- there is a tusk emerging from behind the corner. With big, dumb steps in comes the tiny mammoth, the subject of her current concerns. Glancing back at the screen, Lucinda becomes fully aware that she has the Internet, the (almost) entirety of all documented knowledge of humanity at her beck and call. All she needs, she thinks as she turns towards the giddy little beast, is to know where to look.
Like the spears they used to hunt them, Lucinda's gaze pierces through the young mammoth's thick skull, between its peaceful eyes. It's not enough to read its mind. Felines, canines, birds- where do mammoth fall? In which category do they belong? What are they like? Again, all the knowledge is right behind her.
The mammoth attempts to climb into her lap, but Lucinda knows that it would be the death of the chair. So she pushes him. Maybe mistaking the gesture for a caress, it continues to push its head against her hand. Which keeps pushing it away as the other handles the Internet.
Then it hits her like a boulder, like the ones the caveman would drop on top of mammoths after cornering them. Even right now, she had been going against natural evolution. The fur, the gentleness, the erratic behavior, the desperation to climb- Lucinda closes her eyes; she had been blind from the start. And when she lets the mammoth climb on her lap, the chair creaks like a japanese salaryman finding his wallet on fire.
It's a cat. Cats are the mammoths of today.
>>(Intelligence Rolls: (2), 45, Magnitude 2 = Critical Failure)<< (If Lucinda can relate the mammoth to a valid animal from the present)
