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.

[assassino]

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

[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.

[samson]

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

[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'

[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.

[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.']

[samson]

[To be 100% honest, Brock might actually lose his mind to that degree if Molotov ever goes home...]

She turned into the same cat before, like a year ago. And she's annoying enough where it can't just be a coincidence.

[msattentionspan]

Huh.

Sounds pretty crappy if you ask me.

I've been out a few late nights here, but I haven't seen any cats.

[mal_addict]

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

[samson]

Yeah, it's kind of been ... hell. Basically.

She usually sticks to the castle instead of going outside, but I'm still kinda worried.

[samson]

The cat part or the missing part?

[msattentionspan]

Does she eat cat food or human food?

[assassino]

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

[mal_addict]

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

[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]

I've been making chicken and rice for her every day. It's the only thing she'll eat when she's, uh... a cat...

[samson]

What, like... scrunchies?

[samson]

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

[assassino]

No, those stretching rings that they use in their hair.

[samson]

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

[gottaknockhard]

I'd believe that.

[samson]

Yeah. Scrunchies. [Brock's fashion sense is stuck in the 90s.]