Thursday DE: speed dating (or speed hating) edition

[needsmoreresearch]

You ever feel like it’s hard to meet characters? Hard to find reasons to throw two characters together, and not sure you want to commit to a whole scene? Let’s try speed dating: Comment with your characters below, and people will tag in for a speed date. To simulate the time limit, each conversation can go no longer than 7 tags from each person. Characters who come as a set can absolutely join too, nothing wrong with a three-way or more-way date! (And no, these absolutely do not have to be dating-type conversations. Speed arguing, speed hating, speed friendly chatting, those are good too. Just throw characters at each other.)

This is all off-the-record, of course, not really IC. Unless someone has a character who wants to ICly set this up.

EDIT: this is open till whenever, tag on in!

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[just_cant_lose]

'Yrael, you know I have respect for you.'

Jim's voice is a quiet, almost-amused almost-not murmur.

'Let's not change that, mm?'

[mogget_cat]

"Rrrrrrrr.... then let's not change it," answers the not'cat in an indistinct mwrrrrr. The low purring vibrates against the top of Jim's feet, a sure sign of feline(-shaped) approval and affection from the nearly boneless puddle of not'cat lying across them.

"Did yyyaou know, yourr shoes arrrrrreally shiny??"




In other news, the catnip is in full bloom.

[just_cant_lose]

'...I did, yes, even before you polished them up for me.'

He spares a glance now, and it's only mutual approval that prevents him booting the cat (-shaped creature) halfway across the room.

'You're high. I have envy.'

[mogget_cat]

"I.... am a helperrrr." Clearly.

The white cat twists over onto his back and bats up at Jim's face (which is far too far for even the reach of his paws, which he feels could sweep the stars from the sky).

"The universe iiiiiis lovvvvvrrly from this altitude, yessss," he purrs, drowsily. "You should visit."

[just_cant_lose]

'You're off your face. And if you think I'm going to tickle your belly, think again.'

It would only be awkward next time they see each other.

'You're much cuter this way, though. Can you not live on cat drugs?'

[mogget_cat]

"But you shouuuuld," the cat insists, its forepaws loosely hanging onto Jim's ankle. "You should tickle my belly. It's amazing. You don't underrrrstand. Hannnnnibal was a big cat for Cubefall and he understands why scrrrrrritches are so good now. It's important."

Yrael helped, of course. He's a helper!

He also knows how to give the best scritches.

"Nah, nah," Yrael shakes his head, then stops as the room shifts disconcertingly. "Can't live on cat drugs. Nah. Or cat anything. Not live, can't live, morrrphic rrresonance... not withstanding."

[just_cant_lose]

'Believe me darling, I know exactly how good it feels to have my belly rubbed.'

He nudges Yrael with his toe.

'If you change into a man-shape, will all the effects go away? Because I can help with that, if you want to stay wasted.'

Possibly. Who knows what works on shiny light gods, or whatever he is.

[mogget_cat]

The cat nuzzles its forehead down on the nudging toe, purring. "Alas, the effects are bound to the shape," he replies, muffled.

Letting the effects, well, effect him takes a certain amount of loosening of his hold on his shape, but they would not survive the transition.

"Mwrrrrr, what's your preference for such things?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Depends entirely on my mood, darling.'

He nudges him again. It was supposed to be a gesture to get him off, but trust Yrael to ignore that.

'But if you want to talk to me about it in human shape, feel free. In the meantime, do you want some fish?'

Maybe it'll help him sober up. This is funny, but Jim, as a rule, dislikes talking to high people unless he's high himself.

[mogget_cat]

It takes a long moment for the not'cat to reply. He seems to be half-heartedly resisting the urge to doze off. It is only when the boneless puddle of cat eventually slides sideways off of Jim's feet and Yrael rolls languidly onto his back that he replies, batting a slow paddy-paw up at him.

"Mmmmwrrrr, thank you but no." No one chooses to harsh their own buzz while still floating merrily along on it. "But I mmmmay find you at some otherrr time. If you would still be interrrested."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim tilts his head a little, and watches as the not'cat almost dozes off.

'You know me, Yrael. Always interested in new experiences.'

And getting high with a god-creature would certainly count as that.

[mogget_cat]

"Mwrrrr, of course." Yrael drifts to his unsteady paws, swaying this way and that as the nap seeks to happen. "You are a very good magpie, but you would also make a good cat."

The world is theirs to play with. Curiosity above all.

Highest praise.

The not'cat bumps its head affectionately against Jim's ankle once more with an air of you keep doing you, buddy, and drifts unsteadily away through the crowded forest of tables, chairs and legs to find a place to nap.

Jim's ankles and shoes are, it must be admitted, completely free of cat hair.

[just_cant_lose]

[OOC: I love them. :D]

[mogget_cat]

(ooc: Meeee tooo! <3)