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[plumptiousone]

Who: Rhiow and YOU
When: 17th
Where: Cargo Bay
What: CAT NIP CAT NIP
Warnings: Feline drug use



They say curiosity killed the cat, but Rhiow is far from dead at the moment. She'd been curious about the box that had appeared for her in the cargo bay. And when she'd found a jar inside she'd of course been curious about that, too. It only took a little bit of slightly finicky wizardry involving fiddling with coefficients of friction and such to get the lid off and then... well, the rest was history.

For the next ten minutes or so, anyone in the cargo bay will find Rhiow:
a) rolling about ecstatically in a pile of scattered catnip.
b) batting and chasing the jar across the floor to spill out more catnip.
c) playfully ambushing people from around or on top of crates.
d) racing around like her tail's on fire.

High cat is high.

Comments

[cardboard_boss]

Snake was in the mood for scouting around the cargo bay searching for a replacement cardboard box. David said there would be more lying around somewhere. He would maybe ask Solid and see if he could swap his current one for another design or take another completely different box. The possibilities were endless.

Then he saw something on top of one of the crates. A black shape. Snake immediately pulled his tranq pistol at the mysterious shape, as it looked as if it were about to jump on his head.

[plumptiousone]

Even high as a kite on catnip, Rhiow can still recognize a gun when she sees one, and she quickly ducks down against the top of the crate. Her twitching little ear tips are still clearly visible to snake over the edge of it.

[cardboard_boss]

"Hey, it's ok. I'm not going to shoot you." Snake assured the cat, as he went out to help it get down. He wasn't as good with cats as he was with dogs, yet he still wanted to help. This cat shouldn't be here, not up this high anyway.

"You want to come down, huh?"

[plumptiousone]

Green eyes pop up to peer over the edge of the crate, pupils wide.

"Oh good, I don't think I'd like being shot." Out of site, Rhiow's tail lashes playfully. When Snake's hands get close enough, she'll be reaching out to bat at them - claws politely tucked away.

"I'm hunting."

[cardboard_boss]

What the?- The cat could talk? Snake wasn't expecting that at all.

"You can talk? Never expected that." Ahab took the cat's word and decided not to take it down from where it was apparently hunting. "You can alien cat?"

[earthandpine]

The cat is easy to notice, what with the soft clatter of the jar across the floor. Even if her behavior wasn't a clue, Rosethorn knows that smell.

"Please tell me that jar is all we have of it," Rosethorn mutters before noticing that unlike every other cat on the ship, she's hearing silence from this one. No intoxicated kitten babbles in her head. This cat didn't grow on a tree.

Small blessings. Now if only she can keep the catnip away from all the tree-kittens.

[plumptiousone]

"Oh! Hello, human, hello. This is my jar, this my catnip, you can't have it because it's mine." Rhiow chases after the jar for a moment then flops of the ground to roll herself through the scattered leaves.

"Do you have any food? Do you have any string? Do- oh! Are you a wizard?"

Rhiow rolls suddenly upright into a load, staring at Rosethorn with pupils blown wide. Her tail lashes excitedly behind her. This human doesn't quite have the impression is space that says 'wizard', but there's certainly something awfully familiar about her.