curiousity killed the cat...

[ring_for_giles]

Who: Giles & You
What: Testing out a regain and having some fun as a cat
When: August, pre-event
Where: The halls of the ship, sports deck, library, and Giles & Ossie's private pocket dimension
Warnings: Pre-emptive warning for changeling related stuff, but I don't anticipate this going anywhere that needs warnings, will update as needed


A New Contract (Meta)

The shadows have been calling out to Giles recently. Not to disappear the way they normally do, but to embrace them, to fold them up around himself and keep going until he himself has been folded up with them into another shape entirely. He's starting to find the edges now, the workings of the animal world he hadn't been able to reach before coming into sharp focus.

Now it's a matter of testing what he can do, what limits he has while turned animal, what new things this opens up to him. And if he has a little fun along the way, so much the better.

First Steps (Closed to Oswald)

It's probably a good thing they'd recently cat-proofed the cottage, because there's a small black and white cat with unnaturally bright eyes hunched on the coffee table looking like it's about to jump, it had just finished rubbing itself against all the furniture - although there seems to have been no fur left behind from the endeavour - and now it's got its mind set on seeing if it can make the distance from the coffee table to the top of the bookshelf.

It stops when it sees Oswald though, a quiet "Mrrp?" and a quizzical look directed towards him as it sits and tries to pretend it wasn't about to be a menace.

Panthera Pardus (Open)

A panther stalks the halls of the ship, growling at those it sees. Teeth bared and eyes glinting. Although it makes no aggressive moves beyond that, just growls and stares, like it's waiting to see the reaction it brings.
Perhaps it's friendly, perhaps it's not.
There's only one real way to find out.

Felis Catus (Open)

There's a tuxedo cat making a nuisance of itself on the sports deck. It's managed to fish out a tennis ball and now it's chasing the thing around. Pouncing, batting the ball away, watching closely as it rolls, then pouncing again. Repeat ad nauseum. Or at least until someone interrupts.

Later, it'll be found curled up on a particularly comfy chair in the library, sleeping and watching people come and go in equal measure.