052. Dazed and Confused

[samson]

[It's early in the morning, around seven o'clock, when Brock's voice comes over the journals. Not that he's expecting too many people to be up at this hour, but maybe they'll come across it later? Ugh.

Stupid.]

So, uh ... I think I misplaced my wife someplace. She usually prowls around at night but comes back by this time, so ... if anybody's seen a really annoying cat, can you return her to me?

[He's hoping she's just hiding somewhere, because if she's fallen down a well or got stuck up a tree or something stupid, he's going to be mad. As it is, he's distracted enough to forget to mention that she's usually not a cat.]

Thanks.

Comments

[msattentionspan]

[Brock.......................]

Holy shit.

I had no clue you were that sort of freaky.

[samson]

[Faith........................

It takes him a few seconds to figure out what the hell she's talking about; he has to re-read his transcription...]

What? I -- no, she's on a loss! I mean, she's usually a person. A human person.

[msattentionspan]

[Hold on, she's still laughing at the thought of Brock being married to this walking-talking cat-girl.


Yeah, she's still laughing.









Okay. She's breathing.]

Seriously? Man, we need like a list of that shit or something. 'People who are animals now'

[samson]

[So rude...]

She's been like this for a month ...

[msattentionspan]

Are you sure it's her and not just a stray?

[How in denial would someone have to be if the person went home and they were all 'no, she is this mouse now.']

[assassino]

Is that who that annoying cat was? When you find her, tell her to bring back my damn hair ties.

[samson]

I was wondering where she got those. They're pretty much shredded now, bro.

[assassino]

I suppose I will have to find more, then...

[samson]

[Or you could cut your hair, Ezio........... no, Brock has no room to talk about questionable coifs.]

They probably sell some in town? It's pretty period-appropriate out there.

[assassino]

Most likely. Or I could just ask Stephanie if she has those stretching things.

[mal_addict]

...Wow. That's some pretty crappy luck there.

[samson]

The cat part or the missing part?

[mal_addict]

Both, but more so the cat part. How long has she been like that?

[samson]

Like a month. This is the first time she wasn't home in the morning.

[mal_addict]

Nothing like having your spouse turn into a different species.

I'll keep my eyes open for her.

[gottaknockhard]

[Wow, he's been out of touch...]

I thought it'd been quiet lately. [Fishing her out by being insulting, it totally works.]

[samson]

You haven't heard her meow. She's still loud as fuck.

[gottaknockhard]

I'd believe that.

[samson]

You didn't see her or anything, right? I think she's been bugging people at night.

[gottaknockhard]

I wasn't paying much attention, but I probably wouldn't be the one she comes to.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora snorts]

You lost your wife? Oh man she's gonna kill you when she's back to normal.

[samson]

It's totally not my fault.

[eat_me_beat_me]

You so sure she's gonna think about it that way?

[samson]

Yes ... probably? She's the one who ran away.

[eat_me_beat_me]

I don't know... from what I've seen of your wife she might blame you anyway.