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[milliondollarpipes]

[The feed cuts on to a roughly middle-aged man dressed in a sharp suit and hat. The Murkrow on his shoulder cuts an equally fine figure - or would, if she weren't trying to press herself into his neck, all her feathers puffed up. He's also shivering faintly, despite his relatively warm clothes.]

So I guess there's a bunch of folks who got dropped into all this? Kinda good to know it ain't just me...

The name's Harvey Finevoice. Just got here. I've got the whole Pokemon idea, so don't worry about that, but how close is the nearest town? It's gotta be ten degrees out here, that weird lady's locked the door, and it's only gonna get worse when the sun goes down. It doesn't look like there's much of anywhere to stay here, but I'd kinda like to not go campin' in the snow.

Also, what the hell is with the music?

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[loveisanopendoor]

Oh, a Murkrow! Hold on, hold on!

[A bit of a flash of light, and out comes Sablefeather, who seems...equally disgruntled? At the very least, a bit grumpy for being brought out, but...]

Did you name her yet? This little fella's called Sablefeather!

It really depends. A lot of people kinda come and go whenever, there's really no telling when someone'll drop off or drop in. Some people are here for super-long, and others leave kinda quickly...

[milliondollarpipes]

Nah, I hadn't really thought about it yet. Figured I should find someplace warm first.

[Of course he was planning on it though. It'd be like calling a dog "Dog" otherwise; who does that? Harvey brightens some at seeing another Murkrow, despite being generally miserable and freezing right now.]

Oh, hey! Lookit him! How long've you had him for?