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officerwhiskers) wrote2011-11-30 08:21 pm
officerwhiskers) wrote2011-11-30 08:21 pm
= 02 = [Audio/Commentlog] Tammy/Calvin Cuff Shenanigans
[A small voice can be heard almost whispering over the journal. He's already had his little panic attack over someone sneaking into his room and handcuffing him.]
I have a key if anyone's looking for one... It doesn't fit with my cuff, so I was hoping someone might have the right key for me.
[Sounds about right. The cat closes his journal and heads outside, staring up at everything through a pair of giant confused eyes. He's been here a few days, but is just now starting to really explore outside rather than hide in his room.]
OOC: It's planned to have Calvin and Tammy be cuffed, but if anyone would like to have the cat's key be theirs, or have the key to his own cuffs just ping me!
I have a key if anyone's looking for one... It doesn't fit with my cuff, so I was hoping someone might have the right key for me.
[Sounds about right. The cat closes his journal and heads outside, staring up at everything through a pair of giant confused eyes. He's been here a few days, but is just now starting to really explore outside rather than hide in his room.]
OOC: It's planned to have Calvin and Tammy be cuffed, but if anyone would like to have the cat's key be theirs, or have the key to his own cuffs just ping me!
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What? He- Oh Oh god get away! Get away!
[Calvin's already starting to run from his assailant when he feels something cold clamp down around his bare wrist.]
Let go of me! Help!
[Freckle hardly notices the displeased and surprised expression on this stranger's face, though she may recognize a rather familiar voice coming from this kitten.]
[Commentlog]
[The last thing she needs is him flailing and dislocating her shoulder trying to get away from her. Tammy might be insulted except his skittishness is pretty much understandable in a place like this. In an effort to placate him she holds up both hands, palms out to show him that she's not got a weapon, save for the key in her uncuffed hand. Which of course doesn't fit her cuffs because that's just how this place works.]
It wasn't me, it was the cuffs. I'm not going to hurt you.
[Yeah, somehow she won't be shocked if he doesn't believe her. But she keeps her hands up, and there's this nagging sense in the back of her head that she's heard his voice before. Just briefly, and it seems like her memory of it is less frightened and more angry...she just needs a moment to figure out who this rather adorable kitten is--]
Calvin! You're Calvin!
[See, she just needed a moment.]
[Commentlog]
[He's going to calm down slightly when he sees that she's unarmed, but is still breathing quite heavily. How could a kitten of the law ever think that he would be the one in a pair of cuffs?! Oh woe.]
How do you know my name?! Who are you!
[Calvin won't even consider the possibility that they've communicated before.]
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Okay, yeah, that's bad. But...well, could be worse.
[But she figures listing HOW it could be worse might not be the best idea right now. He seems jumpy.
That shouldn't be so adorable. But Tammy's always been a cat-person.]
We met, sorta, through the journals. Tammy? [She points to herself with the hand holding the key.] It was right when you got here, I think.
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[He looks from their cuffs back to Tammy, his bright yellow-orange cat eyes unblinking.]
Oh! You're Tammy. I remember you.
[There's a small bit of disappointment. Calvin was kind of hoping that he wasn't the only cat in the keep.]
[Commentlog]
[But even as she says this she's lifting her hand and trying to key in the lock again, because maybe it'll work this time.
Except of course it doesn't.
She misses the disappointment, because he's a kitten. A bipedal kitten with giant kitten eyes and if circumstances were different she'd be working hard not to cuddle him.]
Sorry we had to meet in person like this.
[Commentlog]
[Calvin's just going to nudge at the lock with his own key, when she's done trying hers. No dice.]
I'm sorry, I kind of thought you were going to be a cat. Humans are okay too, though. I think.
[That's what they're called, right?]
[Commentlog]
Well, I'll be honest, most of us aren't that great. I didn't expect...well, I didn't know you were a cat. But hey. [She smiles in an effort to be cheerful because a brokenhearted kitten face will destroy her.] At least you got handcuffed to someone who loves cats? And isn't allergic. That'd be awkward.
[Commentlog]
That was probably the most awkward thing that could have been said. Do you wish s- I was a cat?
[Commentlog]
[That's pretty odd. But, you can't really have any set guide to alien universes.]
It's... Not that awkward, I guess... I don't wish you were a cat, or anything! But...
I kind of just wish I had someone I knew here, with me...
[Commentlog]
Who would you like here with you?
[Just a name, but Antalyon is already preparing itself...]
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And what would you give, to see Rocky again?
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[Freckle kneels down next to her, keeping just a little bit of distance between them.]
What happened? Are you sick with something?
[Is this something humans do?]
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O-oh god my he...my head...
[It feels like it's going to pop WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANTALYON??]
Oh god stop it!
[Commentlog]
Sorry! I'm sorry!
[He quickly reels his paw back to his side, trying to hold his arm out and distance himself from Tammy as much as he can.]
[Commentlog]
Why isn't it working?! It's not so stop trying, you're killing me!
[She slumps to the ground on her side, her arm angled oddly out to account for his distance, and she's quiet for a long, awkward moment. Finally she moves her eyes to look at Calvin, her hand still pressed to her nose.]
S'close one.
[Commentlog]
[He scoots closer. Perhaps it's the strain on the cuffs that's causing her so much trouble?]
What's going on?