14912/Cat's Paw

Cat's Paw
Date of Scene:	12 May 2023
Location:	Blake House
Synopsis:	Catman and Catseye and lots of cat-itude,
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Blake, Sharon Smith

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Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake says in his authoritarian voice, "The lasagna has to cool. You know what it does to you when you eat it hot." Thomas sets the tray next to the first one in the refrigerator before throwing the bolt on the fridge door. Hopefully it's tiger proof. Rasputin rises somewhat affronted and heads for the basement. Thomas worked up a sweat cooking and pulls his shirt off. Phew. The kitchen almost reminds him of Africa, though that was a dry heat. He stirs some sauce he bought and takes a sip, then adds some pepper and sighs

Sharon Smith has posed:
A sudden commotion came from the basement. It sounded like a thunderstorm... or more accurately, two large felines crashing around before rapidly dashing up the stairs from the basement. What appeared was Rasputin chasing a small black cat, who dextorously scrambled to the top of the tallest piece of furniture in the room. Old style homes were notorious for extravigantly pointless, tall furniture. From there, it was a rather evil game, as the black feline casually turned a circle and settled down, casually licking a paw as she sat proudly out of reach of the annoyed tiger. How the black cat got into the house was a mystery, perhaps she used the dog door. It was also a wonder how such a small feline had made such a loud ruckus, but judging from the eyes, the black cat was very likely the familiar, shapeshifting mutant Catseye.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake too high? Not for one of the few bipedal cats. Judging by the aggrieved look it was probably Catseye but Thomas' reaction would be the same regardless. He sweeps a hand at the feline and luck and skill permitting will drop her into his lay for some loving attention. This being anathema to a properly mischievous cat, Thomas may be nursing some wounds. "You are a dickens... you know he only has to get hold of you once to get even... and then some. You are a lovely cat though. Probably why you're still alive." His words are calling, worshipful, calming.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith crawled down Thomas' arm to happily make a home in his lap. It was a sweet gesture of acceptance, but slightly annoying as those small, sharp claws that gave her grip were not very comfortable things to have poking through clothing and jabbing into human skin. The claws eventually retracted as she settled into a comfortable ball, giving a soft purr. This all seemed sweet and cozy until the mischevious Catseye found it more amusing to shift into a much larger, panther form, which was a bit too large and heavy to comfortably keep on his lap.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gets up and with a little struggle lifts the cat. He is used to Rasputin and Thomas is no weakling. One partner of his insisted she was inspecting him for where they gave him the Super Soldier Serum shot. He stands with the panther nuzzling her affectionately before dropping her on her tail in the sink. Rasputin has long left. The not cat and the not human are playing their odd games. "Yup a dickens for sure. You want to eat something? He's a little curious where the panther will land but according to cat-quette will not show it of course.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith 's shifting ability was somewhat remarkable, her frame morphing into a human form to elegantly sit on the edge of the counter as he set her down. She didn't really have much, if anything for an outfit, other than bright purple hair, but in fairness it was hard to make a spiffy costume that could comfortably fit so many shapes. "You said you made me lasagna." she stated, batting her blue eyes. Was she Garfield now? Maybe the cartoon stereotype had some traction.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake steps over to her throwing a dosh towel over her rather sarcastically. "I made a tray of lasagna for Rasputin and one for humans. Not for you specifically, though you can have some. Maybe say 'please'?" If he's astonished by the amount of girl showing he is not letting it show. "What brings you here since you did not know I was making lasagna? My sparkling personality." He bats his green eyes back at Sharon but not with quite the same effect.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith swatted down the thrown dish towel before it hit her in the face. The towel lay on her lap, giving her a sort of Tarzan look as she sat on the kitchen counter. "I think you are mistaken. You made *me* lasagna!" she said with a sheepish grin. She glanced off in the direction of where Rasputin had gone. The large tiger was very likely the answer as to why she'd come over, but she lied and instead claimed: "I could smell the lasagna you were cooking me."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake reaches a hand out to stroke Sharon's nose, as if she were still a cat. "You are a fibber. Fib-burrrrr. I made it for Pixie and me actually. Speaking of cooking... this sauce spits sometimes and trust me, it stings. You want to wear a t-shirt. I have a big, very loose, very soft t-shirt. You can have it. Or not. But this sauce is pretty darned hot." He holds a steaming spoon in front of Sharon to demonstrate.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith giggled in amusement as he called out her obvious lie. She hid her recently poked nose behind her hands, leaning away from the threatening steam of the spoon. "Sure. We can play dress-up while we wait for the food to cool." she stated as tossed the towel and hopped off the counter. "I've always liked playing dress-up. I'm very good at it." she comically claimed. "I used to be an imaginary friend you know. Imaginary friends have to be good at playing dress-up." she claimed, jabbing his chest with a finger for emphasis as she gave a very confusing slew of odd information.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake takes the poking hand and leads her to a large armoir. He open it to reveal a slew of new clothes in plastic bins. "Let's see, you're about..." He pretends to punch her on the jaw to ascertain her height. "Five-seven. Okay, this should work." He displays a purple shirt.

"You're speaking more fluently than you did when you were here the other night. Do you play people? Of course you do... especially with those eyes. Well done." He scrunches the shirt up to let her pull it over her head.

"So what brings you here? just looking for trouble? Is it my mystical cat abilities?"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith holds her arms out in a T-pose, as though to give him a better sense of measurement, waiting without a flinch at the faux punch. She looks as though she is ready for him to break out the measuring tape for a fancy suit fitting. The arms eventually lift so that the shirt slides neatly over her head. She bats down the long shirt down before giving a spin. She stares down with a considering look before shrugging with mild indifference at the simple outfit. "At least now we make a complete outfit" she states, standing beside him to judge his topless frame against her own shirt covered one.

"I can speak. Just because I do not always speak does not mean I can not speak." she somewhat sassily retorts. "People talk too much." she concludes. "Talk, talk, talk. It's hot. It's raining. Oh my gosh it's Friday." she groans in a monotone voice. Her hand opens and closes beside to mimic a talking head

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake nods. "Most people are idiots." He touches his forehead to hers and stands there a moment. "Listen, after what my upper body has been through I can stand a little hot sauce. Below... not so much." He goes back in the kitchen and pulls the tray of lasagna out. He starts cutting it up. Half immediately goes into the tiger's food bowl. A quarter gets set for Sharon and he takes the rest.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith has an odd, wild look in her eyes as he leans forward to press his forehead against her. In fairness, she always has a wild look in her eye. It is hard to tell if she's about ot turn into a panther and pounce or randomly run after birds. "After what my body has been through, I can stand a little hot sauce too." she mimics in a tone of voice that suggests she likely has no idea what he was talking about. Still, it seemed fun to parrot!

She sits up on the table and rests the plate in her lap. She probably should sit in a chair, but was far more keen to sit on a higher perch to enjoy her meal. "Thanks" she finally states in some sense of decorum

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake enjoys the wild look. He's seen it before in big cats and loves that moment of uncertainty before they either try to claw you or give you a big glomp. The parroting gets a chuckle. The 'thanks' gets her a genuine smile. He gets a couple beers out. "I wish I could be a cat... all over."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith tiltes her head. His statement causes her to poof up with black fur all around. She kept her same, general human shape, but with pointed black ears, more dangerous clawed hands, and far sharper teeth. "Like this?" she asks. Clearly she was just showing off at that point.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake stares a moment, then frowns. "Yeah. Show off. Why don't you... never mind." He eats his pasta silently. Rasputin pads in silently, bumps Thomas hello and starts eating noisily.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith 's skin returns to her form. It was easier to stick her tongue out in that form. She made a silent retort to his statement by rolling up her sleeves, 'showing off' mediocre biceps while she devoured the pasta in a less than modest fashion. Eating ettiquite is something Catseye seems to completely lack. Chewing loudly, licking fingers, and eating every meal like it's the first meal she's seen in years. Still... she seemed happy enough, and she did lick the plate clean.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake silently scoops food from his plate onto Sharon's. He gives her a smile. "I always thought cat cat, no offense. Like Rasputin. But you are amazing." He starts drinking his beer.