As the sled actually caught the spear, he found himself flung with the momentum, yelping as a whole grown-ass man went flying across the ground. Well- flying, perhaps not, but the wind was certainly knocked out of him with the surprise it cast over his mind.

He lay there for a brief moment, blinking in stunned silence. What in the caves was that thing? ... Maybe he shouldn't've tried to stab it.

He grunted as he stood, only to stumble back again when the flurry of legs pulled its attention away, skittering in front of him. Shit- someone'd yelled at him, and in the blur of it all he barely caught the gist of it without the specifics of what exactly was said. He wasn't about to just let someone down, though! "Got'cha," he began, looking for his spear that'd fallen to the ground in the scuffle.

When he finally wrapped a hand around it, the sled was long gone, skittering away around a corner. Attikias, while he was shot into motion, realized startling quick that he'd never be able to catch up to the thing. Didn't mean he didn't try, though, and he puffed hard as he raced in its footsteps.

He was reaching it just as it disappeared in a flash of light. "Shit!" He'd lunged right at that moment and landed on the dirt, arms outstretched into nothing. Another soft woosh of air left his body as he deflated right on the hard rock. Caves- that kinda hurt.

He went to stand once more, instead only sitting back and shoving a fist into the floor. Dang! He stared off to the side, nursing his head for a moment before a pop danced off of his forehead. He startled, briefly, looking up only to receive another right on his quickly shut eyes. "What is-" His face contorted as the downpour began and whatever it was stuck to his hair and bounced off his shoulders. It smelt good, but was it food..? Opening his eyes carefully, he cupped his hands to gather a few of the fallen morsels and took a bite of the sky-borne particles, immediately melting into it as warmth filled his mouth.

Another Collector trick? Well, he was happy to take advantage of it. Humming, he took another bite, his tail thumping on the ground. He'd sit that way for a while in relative bliss before a screaming took him out of the pleasure he was in.

Someone was in trouble? His heart leapt to his throat as he all but forgot the popcorn, grabbing his spear and beginning off in the general direction of the wail.

;exit Attikias to fuck it: tea.

Nemo

He's glad he's been able to distract the sled from running over the upright other Greater, and he wheels up and away, managing to turn around and check to see if everything is okay and squawking in shock as the other chases the sled, why would you do that?!

Giving only halfhearted chase, he decides to leave as the sled disappears, and the blue Gembound starts off in another direction- after sampling some of the falling... stuff. The smell of it turns his stomach, and it makes his feathers feel gross, so he books it out of Canis and down a nearby Tunnel- away from the dry, the buttery, and the heat.

;Exit Nemo

Rainstorm watched as one of the chests opened on its own. Shuffling that way, the pigeon spotted the two items that came out. A bag of some substance in small shapes that surely meant something. Some of it spilled out, but not by much. And then another paper, with more pictures put on it, showing more things that they didn't understand.

Flowers and fruit were on there, but it didn't make much sense to the pigeon. Maybe she could find someone to help her, later, after all of this excitement died down. It looked like whoever was controlling the sled decided to take their leave, based on the calls from it, and that the sled was gone now. And oh, things falling from the sky.

In puffy shapes the bird didn't understand.

But before long it would be gone, and Rainstorm would put the other paper inside the scroll so it wouldn't be lost, before dragging the sugar with their beak so they could go.

[Exit Rainstorm]

Sorda inspected the loom with the same amount of curiosity she had with all the object she'd found so far, though a little less cautious now that the chaos had slowed down somewhat. She was poking at the yarn with a talon when she was interrupted by someone appearing behind her. She turned around with a surprised squawk. She listened to him speak, having no idea who this person was, but deciding immediately she didn't like him that much. "Well, I WAS gonna to talk to the sled bu-" And he was already gone. "Oh well.." She grumbled. She had better things to do, like making sense of the 'gifts' she'd found. Her mild irritation was overcome with confusion when a rain of strange buttery-smelling... stuff. It felt awful and kept getting stuck in her feathers, so she decided to get her and her new stuff to a safe spot as soon as possible.

But, she was distracted by a nearby ruckus. The same coyote she'd spotted earlier, with his face apparently stuck in something. It was hard not to laugh at how ridiculous they looked, as she approached to attempt to help this poor gembound. "Hey, hold still!" She called, hoping the gembound could hear with their head stuck. She grabbed it with her beak the best she could and pulled. It took a couple tries, with how the coyote had been backpedaling at an almost frightening speed, but eventually she was able to get a good enough grip on the container to tear it off.

tags: @Ischium
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coding by wulf for template purposes

Barely, he made out someone else's voice, and prayed it was a Living - he adored his Bones, but they had no hands with which to help him, and he very much wanted to get it off.

And it was, thank whatever was out there, something gripping onto the bucket, and finally it popped off, though he was going at such a speed that he lost his balance and rolled over onto his back with a squeaked yelp. Ischium scrambled to sit up, reaching up to rub at his burning eyes (oh the butter burned!) only to find his leg covered in butter, the fur of his face saturated in it.

"Thank you," he managed, bracing himself and shaking again, but nothing came off. Butter: Tasty, but messy.

@Sorda