12011/Housewarming

Housewarming
Date of Scene:	14 July 2022
Location:	Blake House
Synopsis:	Beroe tries to meet Rasputin. Rasputin tries to eat Beroe.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Blake, Beroe Kazinski

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Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake wakes up in the early afternoon. He swears off blackout drinking, which is pretty easy. He swore off drink a hundred times. The main reason for waking up is the paw the size of a platter on his scarred chest. He looks up, into the eye of the tiger so to speak.

"I'd tell you to feed yourself. But given what happened the last time you tried. We both know better."

Joggers are prey.

That is what Rasputin seems to say.

After a leg lock on the paw and some impromptu wrestling Thomas gets Rasputin in his enclosure, along with a haunch of antelope. Cat fact: Rasputin eats fifteen pounds of meat a day. He stands in his tiger's pen next to the ladder into it and feels the sun on his back, wait, that is a lot of back.

Oh, he's in a speedo. Well that's a step up from what he wore (or didn't) when the welcome committee came by. Please call before you come over or take your chances,

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
There's no knocking, there's just a text that comes in. <<Hey, I'm outside your gate. I have a gift.>> And sure enough, Beroe will be standing on the other side of the gate, balancing a box with one hand, while holding her phone and typing with it. The box is somewhat big, white, looks like it has some kind of price tag receipt listed on it.

But otherwise, there she is just sort of standing on the outside, red plaid skirt, a white button up collared blouse shirt, an oversized tie, and an undersized grey half-jacket styled sweater that wouldn't be able to fully button up if it tried.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake hears the phone and climbs the ladder, Rasputin being engrossed and bloody. He climbs out and discovers the back door locked behind him. He says a bad word he usually reserved for Batman showing up and then runs for the front door and sees Beroe at the gate, looking cute as usual.

"Oh hello Beroe, is that you on the phone?" He absently swipes a hand through his hair, making sure it's in place. For once he feels a bit under dressed. Just a bit. "I locked myself out."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
From the other side of the gate, Beroe smiles and nods her head, "Yeah, it is me." She offers and holds up her phone, as if you can see from where you are, "I have a gift that should really get into your place A S A P. Though, wow, you have a great speedo. Is your neighborhood like a swimwear neighborhood?" She questions as she looks around, to see if she can spot anyone else, "Am I overdressed? Uh oh, should I have brought a bikini or something? I should've asked first. Oh no! I don't want to be rude."

Offers the poor blonde girl who is still looking around a bit, but then back to Catman. She's got a smile on her face still, "If you can get the gate opened, maybe I can help you out with the door? Depending on the lock."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake comes over to unlock the gate and offer a hug. "You're fine. My speedo thanks you for the compliment. I was going to climb in through the second floor. I wouldn't want you to activate my security system, but he's eating." Joking?

Sure go ahead. I left my lock picks in my other speedo." he gets the door open and steps aside for her. She has a good view of the three scars on his chect, looking a little like C's that everyone says are don'e with make-up for the show. They seem real.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
The hug is kind of returned, she quickly puts away her phone through a pocket and then is still balancing the big white thick waxed carboard box. And she grins as she pulls back, "You are certainly a hugger. Just a real softy." She teases as she starts walking toward the door, "No no, just, where are your keys? Or badge, or whatever? Is it a twist lock, deadbolt sort of thing? Or something else?" There's a lot of questions as she's walking over toward the door, "If I know, I can just, boop, and fix it."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake raises an eyebrow. "Three twist locks, and the knob. And you're one to talk being so huggable. Me a softy... never in my life." Said sort of seriously. "You're kind of soft... what's with the box?" Before she can answer he indicates the door and the locks. He's feeling a little exposed right now. He left his weapons inside.

Booping seems awfully convenient.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Pushing her free hand into empty space, while looking at Thomas still, Beroe smiles, "Oh, I made a promise to someone special. Didn't I? I did." She mentions and looks to the box, and anyone with a good sense of smell will know it's fresh cut steak. "As much as I won't eat what's inside, I'm sure there's a super furry wurry tiger wiger who wants it." And then she's turning her arm a little as the door comes open.

"Ta-da. Unlocked." She takes a half step back, still not going to 'go in first'. "Me? Soft?" She squints and gives a serious squeeze of her lips, that turns into a quick pout, and then she smiles, "Yeah, I am, pretty soft. I don't even exercise. I should, though, crime fighting can be rough!"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake steps in and to the side, indicating she should enter. "Well the tiger is already chowing down for now. I'll be glad to refrigerate it for him. He caught the smell of meat from the box. He leans down to Beroe and says, "Yes, you are a soft little muffin of a woman... but you have a warrior's heart, under all the bows and ribbons and such. The show is going to make you hit the gym and get in shape for your par..." Shit.

Pete was going to tell her. That was Pete's perk. It slipped out. Well perhaps she would take it as blind optimism.

Shhyeah right.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Pouting, "Really? He is? Darn it! I wanted to feed it to him. I read that is how you befriend a big kitty. Feed them, so they associate good things with you." Beroe lets a sigh out and then she mentions, with a smile, "Well, make sure to tell him it came from me when you feed it to him later?" Then her eyes widen, her mouth grins, "Whaaaaaaaat!? I got the part? I got the part?Igotthepart!?!?!" She squeals out, there's no way anyone is missing that she's entered and got the part.

Oh well, Pete doesn't get to tell her now, and have it be a surprise, at least. And she twirls, clenching her fists and pulling them down a bit, "Yes! I made it, I maaaaaaade it! I'm gonna be on TV!!!! An Actress!"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake places the box on the counter, a little at a loss how to contain so much raw energy. "Okay, calm down. Wow. You're not a mere muffin, you are an atomic muffin. Uhm... tell you what: you can toss it to him from the enclosure for now. We'll see how it goes. You just have to follow what I say, or I will have to sit on you or something to avoid getting you eaten. I should put some clothes on." He goes over to a plastic dresser and pulls a pair of shorts out."

"Well? Turn around. I don't want people saying I corrupted you." He waits. Outside the tiger twitches his ears, grimaces and goes back to licking meat juice from his muzzle and paws. What the hell was that?

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
"Atomic Muffin??!! I should USE that as my SUPERHERO name!!!" Screams the excited, wide eyed Beroe. She's so full of energy that it just bursts from her, "Atoooooooooooooomic MUFFFFFFFiiiiiiiin!" She lets out, loudly, and puts one of her hands on her hip, the other still holding the box, "I can feed him?!" Instant change in direction.

Looking around for the enclosure, Beroe is immediately heading off in the direction she thinks it is, "Rasssssputin, I have foooooooood." And she is working on opening the box, "Rassspppppuuuuuutin?" Under a lampshade? No. Next to the nearest couch? No, behind the couch? No. Around a corner? No. One things for sure, she's not looking at Thomas while he changes.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake watches a little surprised at the reaction. He needs to help her. She'll get herself killed. Suicide by tiger. "Hey, he isn't in here. I have an enclosure. Hey. Beroe... QUIET! You need to be quiet..." He coughs a little. "Be quiet and do what I tell you... not joking. He is not a domesticated animal. You need a permit to keep a tiger. They can be very dangerous. He eats Atomic muffins." He foregoes the shirt as usual. Thomas takes Beroe, gently by the arm. "You follow me, stay close. Be quiet, don't make eye contact. Understand? I will sit on you."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
The calling out at her is not something she notices. She's still hunting for the tiger. Everything, everything, is happy-go-lucky world for her, she has no scars like Thomas, at least none that have ever been visible in any of her outfits. Beroe doesn't flinch at rain, or get afraid of the dark, she just lives - smiling, happily, as the world responds to her boisterous optimism.

"Oh?" As she's grabbed by the arm, and then listens, "Oh, okay." A bit subdued, her eyes are looking around still, yeah, there's no way she's not making eye contact with the tiger. She may want to, and Thomas may want her to, but her eyes don't want to listen. After about 5 seconds, she asks, "Can I talk now? I'm just -so- excited."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake ponders this and says, "Do you want a drink to steady yourself?" He clarifies, "A drink drink. Glug glug glug hiccup." He makes a drunk face. maybe he should slap her? Nah he can't do that. It'd kill her.

"Excitement is great... but you need to control yourself. Too much can mess you up in the supers game," he says, using the same tone he uses with Rasputin He locks eyes with her -icy green and big blue and dare he say it, a bit innocent?

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
"A drink? No, I'm okay. I had a shake just before getting here. It was chocolate and strawberry, with some blended in avocado instead of yogurt. Was pretty good, actually, who'd of thought that would be an acceptable replacement?" Beroe talks, at normal volume again, and by the end of it she's distracted herself. Then, she sees the box, she's holding, and her eyes widen again, "RAAASSSP-utin." First half is loud and then she quiets down again.

"You are totally, one hundred percent right. Excitement IS great." That's where she stopped listening, apparently, "I'm glad you think so as well. It keeps me going, against all that terribleness. Without excitement, and joy, and laughing, well. The bad guys win."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake opens the back door. He says, "Bad guys laugh a lot, and enjoy excitement, and even know joy. Then a hero comes along and spoils it. Most bad guys don't think they're bad. They think they were wronged and they're going to set things right. You're never the villain in your own story. Most just want a big score to even things out or retire someplace nice. I'm not saying what I did was right. But I had reasons. You don't want to hit bad guys -maybe you should learn to interact with them! Like with Rasputin, there is a way to approach him. You follow my lead or else." He's very subtly gauging what article she's wearing that he could grab her by, just in case. they are soon standing by the edge of the enclosure, which is surrounded by a rail, because this isn't Star Wars.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
When that initial statement comes out, Beroe basically gets a sad, pouty face, "Really? Wowwie. That's really sad. I should reach out to some villains, see if they want to go to a cafe, or party or something." A bit of a slump, and then she ohs and smiles bigger, "A dance club? Everyone likes to boogie."

Out the backdoor, she goes, and then she's moving to the rail quickly. Staring, straight at Rasputin, her hand grabbing some of the meat, and then she's offering it to Rasputin. Straight to him, yep. Her pockets are big enough to take a piece of meat and plop it down near Rasputin. Done. Then he gets a few pats on the top of his head. "He's such a good kitty." And she pulls her arm back through the pocket she made, to herself.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Rasputin is utterly baffled by the appearance of the meat. Wen he gets patted on the head he turns and snaps at the portal, almost closing his teeth on it when it shuts on him. He circles growling loudly. Tigers are not made sport of.

Thomas throws an arm in front of Beroe instinctively, then lets it drop. Rasputin begins sniffing at the meat suspiciously.

"Come on... he's upset. If you stay here he will associate that feeling with you. We will let him settle down and try again tomorrow." He points back to the house.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
"Soorrrrrry!" Beroe comments loudly, over her shoulder toward Rasputin, then to Thomas she wonders, "Tomorrow, maybe I should just go up in front of him. Say hello, like that? It'd be better, people tend to get along with me face to face." Going back into the house, she isn't even dismayed now, just thinking of ways to be BETTER at getting to that tiger and the excitement. "Predators are really neat. Big sharp teeth, and they hunt. I feel bad for the rabbits and deer, who are super cute, but also probably tasty to the tiger. It's a great big circle of life."

And she's coming back into the house like mentioned, then looking around, wandering, trying to find the kitchen and the fridge to put the remaining meat into.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake shuts the fridge door as she tries to open it and places an arm on either side of her. He takes a breath of her cotton candy smell to steady himself and then says, "You are super cute and probably tasty to the tiger. People may get along with you, he is not people. He is a tiger. Predators are predators. They use those teeth and eat little atomic muffins. You are not going right up front and say hello. You are going to do what I say, or I will not let you back in here. Do you understand? And no more portal shit. He doesn't like portals. My Ex was a demon who ported him all over. He hates them." He is almost nose to nose with her button nose when he finishes.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
The scolding kind of makes her quirk her mouth to the side, her teeth pull over her lower lip a little, she's looking at you. Though all too soon Beroe's eyes start to wander, she grins and giggles slightly, "Atomic Muffin." She says, and then she pulls back a moment and boops Thomas right on the nose, having reached up and tapped, grinning big she offers, "Got it. Don't portal up to him. Walk up to him. You are probably right though, I may very well be tasty. I think that's a good thing, should help me. Your ex was a demon!? Wowwie. That's amazing! Do you think I could meet them? Oh, no, wait, that's probably not a good thing to ask." And then she's just holding the box still, "Can I preeeettty please put this in the fridge now? I kind of want to wash my hands."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake resists the urge to nip her little finger. The scent of blood makes him hungry. He looks down at the relatively subdued Beroe and whispers in er ear, "No walking up. You are going to sit your little behind down. You are going to be very still and quiet, like right now." He moves closer. "You let the predator come to you as he chooses. The way you're doing now. You put your hand up, slowly and let him sniff it..."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Still standing there, bloody meat box being held and Beroe kind of looks up, "I know you are just looking out for me. But you don't have to, nothing bad ever happens to me. I'm a hero, with powers, and I've managed to survive completely unscathed so far." For the few months she's been heroing? She beams, "But, Rasputin is your friend, I'll let you lead the process. Though I'll have to sit on my hands, or something, cause, it's so hard NOT to want to just cuddle up and scritch him for hours."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake wills himself back to humanity.

He takes a step back and his arms drop. What was he doing?

"That's fine. Thank you, and you're welcome. Let me get that." He opens the door for her, then goes back to his dresser to put a shirt on. "Thank you for the meat for Rasputin," he says softly.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Beaming, Beroe puts the meat away and then goes to the kitchen sink, turning her back on Thomas as she washes her hands. She, sings, the alphabet as she does it, giving plenty of time for him to go get the shirt. That's clearly not the reason she does it, but it works out. When she turns back she smiles and offers, a big, "You are welcome! I said I would, so I did, I try to do everything possible to keep my promises. Otherwise the promise fairy will come and take my shoes."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake goes back to the fridge, eyebrow raised. Promise... fairy. "Promises are good to keep." He peeks in the fridge and gets some eggs, butter, and tomatoes out.

"You want some eggs? Specialty of the house." He turns to stove burner on and slaps a frying pan on it with a clang.

He busies himself cracking and whipping eggs and butter in the pan.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Who is to say if she's serious about the Promise Fairy. And why would it target shoes? Though Beroe says it in the gleeful tone she says nearly everything. "Eggs?" She questions and looks arounds, and then nods, "Okay! Since it's your specialty."

A few nods come from her though as she looks around, walking to one of the counters in the kitchen and she hops up on it to sit there, watching Thomas as she rocks left to right right to right, with abundant energy, "Your house is very nice."