paradisa | 008 - Grrrrrrrr

[Chell is tired of being a cat. She's been a cat for FOUR DAYS now. She can't write. Can't speak. Can't communicate in any meaningful way. So, at the moment, she's pacing around her room. Her fur is all fluffed up, and she's growling softly to herself.

And suddenly she realizes, she can't just let this stand. The Castle's fucked her over and she is sick of it.

She glances down at her journal, lying unassumingly on the floor, where it has been lying these last four days and stalks over to it, butting it hard with her nose. People's pets are always nosing their journals open, right? Right? So why can't she?

And almost as if the journal had been waiting for this, it topples open.

But now what? It's not like she can write in it. Or dictate anything more than yowls and meows.

For a little while, she goes back to pacing furiously around her room. If only she could do something, something to tell the Castle exactly how she feels... The walls are closing in.

And then she remembers something. All that beautiful, fancy furniture in the lobby. And she realizes she really wants to dig her claws into a silky leather sofa just once. She wants to make the Castle pay somehow.

She doesn't have weapons, but she has claws. And teeth. She can still cause damage and wreck the pretty things the Castle puts forth to keep them all placid.

Crouching, she gives her open journal a mighty shove in the direction of the partially open door of her room and darts after, shoving it in front of her. The closer to the lobby she gets, the more angry and frustrated she gets.

She's been reduced to walking on all fours, shoving her journal with her face because she has no hands. Sure. She has friends who have no hands and they manage. But none of them are here, and she can't ask how they carry their journals. And right now, she only wants to be herself again.

On reaching the lobby, she pauses, eying the nearest window, and crouches down, fully intending to leap to the top of one of the sofas and run across it to rip at the drapes... But the knowledge of how to jump goes completely out of her mind. And that remembrance of her loss is the final straw.

The journal lying on the floor picks up an unearthly shriek of fury as the orange cat climbs up onto a sofa's back, shredding the leather with claws and teeth, stuffing flying everywhere.

Damn this feels good.

OOC: Hey Para. Ever seen a cat wreck a lobby?Welp, you get to now. Come join her or tell her to stfu. She'll be ripping drapes, shredding sofas and knocking lamps off tables.]

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[have a pony, quietly staring at the crazy cat.]

Whatever art thou doing?

[well, at least the presence of the journal probably means this cat isn't a pet of some sort.]

[The cat looks back at the pony, and tries to figure out a way to explain. No clue if the pony can speak cat or not, but Chell will try nonetheless. She lets out a low, frustrated meow and waves one paw to indicate the entire room, or maybe the entire Castle, and then points a paw toward the journal, and then back to herself.

She's trying so hard to explain the Castle put her on a loss, and she's angry and frustrated and fixing this the only way she knows how... With a huge F--- you to the Castle.]

[nope, this one only speaks ungulate. There's an uncertain flick of her tail as she looks upon the gesticulating, though she gets the hint and clip-clops on over to the journal on the floor.

She flips the journal towards her with a surprisingly dextrous hoof and reads the name on the cover.]

Art thou 'Chell?'

[hmm. That's a familiar name. Didn't she meet a Chell once, months and months ago?]

[The cat leaves off shredding the sofa for a minute, perches on the back of it like a weird kitty statue and then nods her head emphatically. Yes yes yes. Her name IS Chell. An then she recognizes the pony...

A joyous little meow-squeak follows. If Chell could smile right now...]

[she gives the cat a slight smile]

Am I also correct in assuming that thou art usually a human with a [hmm...] penchant for orange clothing?

[Chell nods emphatically again. Yup. The pony's on the right track. Enjoy your game of Twenty Questions there, Your Majesty. But hey it works. Chell's just happy that someone is getting it.]

[huh. Looks like York was right; humans gets turned into cats all the time.

There's a wingshrug.] Such changes may last as long as a week. The magic of this castle is beyond mine ken, but is there anything I may help thee with?

[there's a glance at the couch. She's still not sure what that is supposed to accomplish.]

[Chell thinks for a moment and then shakes her head. She was only frustrated. But Luna had helped. A lot actually.

Scampering to the edge of the sofa, she leaned out, nuzzling the pony in a friendly way. Best way she knows to say thanks.]

[well, that was sort of surprising. There's a hesitance about her, but she leans in for a light nuzzle anyway.]

Thou art very welcome.

[And she gets purred at. Honestly, Chell's just glad to have someone listen. And she's always thought highly of this particular pony.

It doesn't change what the Castle did. But hey, if Luna can make it as a pony...even though she was born a pony, then maybe Chell can make it as a cat for the duration of this loss... And she's already been a cat for four days, even though time feels funny to her right now and it feels a lot longer than it should.]

[well, this is pretty cute.

Hmm. She glances at the couch again.] I can make thee a sign, if thou art frustrated by this turn of events.

[she hated being unable to communicate during a couple of those world changes]

[You're a gods-send to the cat. Seriously. She nods her head emphatically at the mention of a sign. Yes yes yes. That would be helpful. She's tired of being a cat.]

[Nora's on her way to to the kitchen when she notices the chaos. She pauses, smirking and raising an eyebrow as she watches the kitty]

[It takes a few seconds before the cat notices her. But when she does, there's a joyous mew-squeak from her and she's making a beeline across the floor to rub around Nora's ankles. she's happy to see you. Huh. Strange some random cat would be happy to see you, right? :P.

But after she's rubbed around your ankles, she pauses and looks up at you with big, pale-grey eyes, just to see if you have any idea who this fluffy orange cat may be. There is also still the journal lying open on the floor a bit away from the massive pile of stuffing that came out of the first sofa.]

[She crouches, getting close enough to scritch the cat behind the ears.]

Lemme guess. You're on a loss. How come I always find the people who turn into cats? [She smiles] Well at least you're having fun while you're at it. Someone I know?

[You find the cats because you're warm and friendly and you give good ear-scritches. Of course Chell can't say that but she purrs as if she contained a motorboat...

But at Nora's question, she gives her furry little head an emphatic nod. Yeah, you know her. You know her reeeeal well.]

[She laughs, sitting down next to the furball] Well that answers that question. Now the only question that remains is who you are.

[She looks around, eyes lighting on the journal nearby. Well that was easier than usual. She picks it up and turns it to look at the cover.] Shit. Chell?!

[The kitty snuggles into the ear-scritchings...But when Nora says her name, as soon as Chell realizes that's what she said, and as usual it takes about five seconds, the fuzzy little ears prick in Nora's direction, and the kitty lets out a questioning meow, as if to say "Yes?"]

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You have no clue how much your tagging into this makes my night. :D

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*Laugs at keywords about spiders being anatomically incorrect

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