Room 418, evening
Door's sitting at the head of her bed, laptop propped against her knees, scrolling Project Gutenberg and still not quite out of the state of awe inspired by the idea of an entire library that can somehow fit inside the wee box on her lap, when there's a tapping at the window.
She looks up, sets the computer aside, and smiles when she sees what's on the other side of the glass. "There you are! I'd been wondering if you got lost!" she says when she's got the window open, and holds out her hand for the pigeon to step into it.
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She looks up, sets the computer aside, and smiles when she sees what's on the other side of the glass. "There you are! I'd been wondering if you got lost!" she says when she's got the window open, and holds out her hand for the pigeon to step into it.
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The bird chirrups inquiringly at her, but doesn't sound offended; Door assumes it doesn't understand as much English as many of its living counterparts, if it understands any at all.
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"How many pigeons do you know whose fronts come open and dispense sweets?"
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//Thank you for flying all that way// she says to it, mimic-ing the sound of its call if not its unique grammar. //You should get some rest.//
//I do not snore, but I have an auxiliary mode// Chimney answers remarkably clearly for her, then settles down on the towel and tucks her beak under her wing.
Door grins and turns back to Seely. "She's mechanical. Bridge made her for me, so I'd have a way to send messages home safely."
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