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Talinn Slotin in the mad pursuit of a strange idol that emits heat, and is potentially lethal to those standing near it. Historical photo, colorized.

What a bleary eyed Finn envisioned in "Apple Crates don't Snore", after waking up to overhear beasts discussing his fate. --- "Silvie, we've got a stowaway kit aboard, in yon crate o'er there." She whispered softly to him, pointing out towards the box in question. "'e's asleep, or 'e was...

Finn lay in Swifttail's arms, and made no efforts to stand up until he was pushed upright. Wobble! "Y'think they'd make another song about me then?" he replied to Swift, with a playful grin. The kit adjusted his tricorn hat, scanning the audience to see who the hat belonged to -- but no one...

Finn sulked on the operating table, and pulled the tunic over his head -- being careful to keep the thermometer under his tongue. As Morgan and Vim barged into the room, they'd find a much different looking kit. Scrubbed clean, his fur combed, and smelling... floral. Unable to say anything...

Finn kept close behind Swift once they got on deck. With all the hustle and bustle, it'd be easy for him to get swept away, and the larger fox provided some measure of protection. His countenance brightened seeing Talinn. The familiar face gave him good cheer, given the gravity of how things...

Finn let out a yelp as Silvie started to spin around in circles, and clung on as tightly as he could. Now Finn had been spun around before, but Silvie was on an entirely different level. The room blended into a total blur, and the kit had to hold on with every ounce of his strength to keep from...

Finn hadn't ridden on someone's shoulders for... It'd been years since someone picked him up to play like this. Partly circumstantial, and partly because he was right on the threshold of being too old and too big for such things. Was it overwhelming? Perhaps a touch. But having the time of your...

Finn puzzled at the fox in front of him, and propped his head up on his paws as he considered Kaii. He was certainly a curious beast, and seemed out of place. But then again, only a short while ago, he was a stow away. Nothing Kaii said seemed to make sense to him. Arms and paws of metal? How...

Finn accepted the small parcel of clothes, and held out the tunic to check it's size. It wasn't entirely the size of a smock on him, but it was close. Meanwhile, Mr. Barrett perceived that the bath had concluded, and loomed ominously by the entryway to the infirmary, flicking a thermometer...

Finn fumbled with the paper and writing utensils as they were pushed into his paws. He glanced hesitantly at the materials, before looking slowly over at Mr. Barrett with uncertainty. "Is... Is that the laudanum making him so weird?" he asked. Simultaneously, both beasts stood up, and loomed...

Finn wouldn't have admitted it, but he felt like a different beast after the bath. It'd been a long time since he'd been able to take care of himself like this. If he wasn't so scrawny, he'd look like a normal kit again. Finn accepted the towel, and crawled into it in the most dignified way he...

Finn imagined just what kind of clothes Silvie would try to dress him in (if given the opportunity), and did his best to appear disappointed. Fashion sense and scruffing aside, the kit decided Silvie was a kind sort, and relaxed. "Are you the first mate? Or a petty officer?" he asked, his voice...

Finn didn't seem to mind the scrubbling terribly, but foxes looked patently ridiculous when wet. At the very least, Finny wasn't shedding as well -- he already looked silly enough. The mess would be atrocious, and at the end there'd be enough wet fur to build a second fox. With a little care...

[ Returning from Water Logged ] Some twenty minutes after the beasts had been pulled from the frigid waters, Finn emerged from the infirmary. The kit's pelt and clothes had blood stains on them -- but those were the least of his concerns. He'd been tasked again with more work -- updating the...

Finn had some education, but dividers were admittedly a new thing for him. He was a bit leery about the blood on them... But he could endure that. The fox's arm on the other hand churned his stomach. "Well... I can read mostly, and write... What's this for?" he asked, handling it carefully...