Clockwork ballerina requires assistance

[myironeyes]

[Voice, Private to Friends, at various points throughout the flood]

[He sounds both flatly mechanical and extremely disgruntled.]

Could someone please come...wind me?


[Spam]

[OR you can just come across Marsh in the hallways, in plain clothes with artistic joint articulation drawn on instead of his normal dementor-shroud, with a giant bronze key sticking out of his back, frozen in rigid poses, scowling while Aster hops worriedly from his head to his outstretched hand to the key and back again. Aster may also have tugged you to him by your hair with much cheeping and flapping.]

Comments

[shakenandlimp]

No harm done, friend, you are right as rain again. [He bows as if he's hinged at the waist, heels clicked together to make his legs a single unit.]

[myironeyes]

[Marsh bows in the same manner, though not quite as deeply, and the tension in his shoulders isn't all the flood. It all feels very noble, sirs and bowing and Bush's outfit, but the man is so transparently good-hearted and well-intentioned that Marsh can't really bring himself to object.]

I am. My thanks, again.