15235/The Cat That Got Away With The...

The Cat That Got Away With The...
Date of Scene:	26 June 2023
Location:	Recreation Room
Synopsis:	One Catseye just leads to another?
Cast of Characters:	Sharon Smith, Douglas Ramsey

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Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith walked into the rec room in her new outfit, or more appropriately: outfits. Catseye was in human form for once. She chose to decorate it with an elaborate, somewhat excessive variety of clothes, few of which seemed to fit properly. She looked like she took dove head-first in various laundry baskets and popped up with a new, mismatched fashion of too many clothes. They almost certainly weren't all her clothes, considering the way some of them hung so loosely off of her smaller frame. Shorts and pants was a slightly odd choice, and... wait was that Douglas' shirt?

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Which is why Doug comes running. "Catseye!" He calls, "Catseye..." He stands in the doorway and then rubs the back of his neck. "Catseye, I need that shirt for later." He puts one hand on the doorframe and then silently sorts through his options for convincing the shapeshifter to concede to his request. Really it all depends on her mood, so he does a quick assessment with a "...Please?"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith stopped suddenly. She instantly took up a ready-stance, looking as though she were ready to bolt, but rather than start a sudden Benny Hill style chase, she decided to humor him for a moment. "Which shirt?" she asked. It was a very good question. Catseye was wearing at least three that he could see. It was very likely there were more concealed underneath. She started peeling the variety of shirts over her head like an Russian nesting doll with a shirt theme.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug looks momentarily surprised. "The white button-down one. The Mordor Fun-Run t-shirt's also mine... so is the Bookmarks are for Quitters t-shirt." He briefly pinches the bride of his nose. "How many shirts are you wearing-" He watches her start to take them off, and then waves his hands. "Stop, stop!"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith pursed her lips. "Three" she lied. Well... technically it wasn't a lie. She was wearing three shirts, along with a few other stray shirts for good measure. Catseye looked annoyed holding two fist fulls of stripped off tops. "Why stop? I thought you wanted the Mordor Fun-Run T-shirt, and the dumb book one!" It lead to the question of why she was wearing a shirt she thought was dumb. Perhaps it was a recent change of heart. "You're so needy" she accused.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug sits on the arm of the couch, and he says, "Because I didn't know when you were going to stop." Doug rolls his eyes upward a little at the accusation of neediness. "You're hardly the first woman... maybe not even the first CAT to accuse me of that, Catseye." he folds his arms across his chest and then adds, "Pick one of them that you like most, and you can keep it. I can get more shirts." A compromise, then!

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith stared down at the pile of shirts in her arms. At least it was a sizable enough pile to keep her upper half somewhat modestly concealed, but it was probably better practice to wear shirts rather hold them out like a fabric shield. "I don't think I like any of them anymore." she claimed, narrowing her eyes at him. "They're tainted with *needy boy* vibes." she commented, or joked. It was hard to tell when Catseye was making a joke, since she generally said everything in that same, monotone voice and that same straight face.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug shakes his head. "Well, fine." He says, "If you don't like them anymore, give them back to me!" He gets up, and then adds "In the meantime this needy boy's going to go make himself some tuna fish for lunch, and he probably won't share-" He stops in the doorway. "Since, you know, he's so needy."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith narrowed an eye playfully at him. She quickly hugged the pile of shirts tightly to her chest. "I'm not going to just *give* the to you. I found them first." she claimed, really skipping over the concept of ownership in lue of the Finder's Keeper's philosophy. "I might trade them for a tuna sandwich" she conceeded with a puppy eyed look. Or perhaps they were more akin to kitten eyes. It probably wasn't wise to suggest Catseye had puppy eyes, it might offend or confuse her.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"I'll have to think about it." Doug says, as he heads for the kitchen. He moves to lop off a couple of slices of bread, and then after a moment's searching, he finds a can of tuna fish and some mayonnaise. "Uh, let's see..." he says, before he gets out some celery. "Onion?" He asks. "Purely hypothetically." He gets out some salt and pepper and a bottle of worcestershire sauce.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith padded along behind to follow him to the kitchen. She was still very tightly holding the pile of shirts tight to her chest. It wasn't out of some feigned sense of modesty. Catseye didn't really have much in the ways of modesty. It made her quite similar to Mistique, but not as blue. "Of coarse Onion" she said as she sat up on the edge of the table. "I could throw in some shorts, or pants, or even some socks!" she added to the sandwich bargain.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"If you're SURE." Doug puts together his list of ingredients, topped off with a spoonful of relish, and whips together the tuna fish - he makes up the sandwich, and then cuts it in half. He pushes half toward Catseye, and says, "When I was a student here, I lived on tuna salad. ...It's the only thing I'm good at making!" He pours himself a glass of water and then he adds, "Catseye, are you bored here? Not to pry, but your behavior... you seem bored. Have you said something?"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith took her time to remove the variety socks to add them to her pile. She tilted her head to consider his question. "Sometimes." she admits. "Do I look bored?" she the clothes-hamper mutant asked curiously, as though holding half a laundrymat of clothes wasn't an obvious enough indication.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Well, yes." Doug says, "But I'm better at picking that up off of people than some other people might be. So why don't you ask for some things that would make you less bored? But only you can really decide what those are, right?" Doug takes a bite of his sandwich, and then drawls, "You could get a dog. They're fun."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith tilted her head and wrinkled her nose. "I already have Rahne to chase around." she claimed somewhat proudly. "I could start chasing you around..." she offered alternatively. The preadatory, narrow eye look wasn't a very comforting sign. Luckily, there was a sandwich between them, so he was saved from the chase for the time being as Catseye grew quickly preoccupied with stuffing said sandwich in her mouth.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"I'm not always here. And besides, if you chased me around who'd make the sandwiches?" He asks, as he leands on the counter with one hand. He studies his drink as if trying to see something in it. "You ever think of doing cat rescue? The streets aren't good places for stray cats to be. Better that they have safe homes, right?"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith finally saw fit to make the trade after swallowing down the sandwich in haste. She even added socks to the mix. Luckily, she kept her pants on... and shorts, and whatever else she had on beneath those. "I don't spend much time with cats." she admitted. "I did meet another mutant cat. He hasn't learned how to change forms, but I think he just needs practice. I even brought him here! Look at me. Professor Catseye" she wobbled her head back and forth in a comical expression.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Well, you may be unique in that regard." Doug says, raising his eyebrows. "It's something to think about. You DO speak the language, so you might have an easier time helping them than other people." He gives a faint grin. "Well, I mean - if that's what you want, then I don't think it's funny at all, is it?"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith shook her head, wrinkling her nose again. "I don't think I'm very good at teaching. I don't mind that people want to learn, but it's so exhausting... changing shapes shouldn't be that hard, you know?" she explained without explaining. "I think he just doesn't want to change shapes."

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"That could be too." Doug says. "But I can't turn into a cat. Or at least I don't think I can." He rubs his chin, and then says "Maybe you could teach him some other things first and he'll work on that when he's ready? If he ever is."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith looked Douglas over "Have you even tried?" she asked with light suspicion. "It really isn't very hard!" she stated. The statement was true for her perhaps, but it is doubtful other non-shifting mutants would agree with her statement. "Yeah... maybe. If I find him again. He's fun to chase, but hard to catch."

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"You got me there." Doug says, as he finishes his sandwich, and then drinks the last of his water. "Maybe one of these days I could try, it might be my secondary mutation." He thinks about that and then mutters "I don't know what I'd do if I could..." He tilts his head and then adds, "Well, I'll keep it in mind if you will!"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith gives him a 'look.' It was hard to say what the look meant, but it seemed serious. "You should try. It's very easy..." she explained as she suddenly poofed an exterior of black fur before fading back to the more natural looking human toned shape. Luckily her collection of pants and shorts were slightly big on her, she might have risked tearing them otherwise. Her hybrid frame wasn't exceptionally large compared to her human shape, but the size difference was likely enough to risk ripping form fitting clothes.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug watches Catseye change, and then he inhales, slowly, and holds his breath. His eyes briefly cross, and then he releases that air with a trapped breath. Whoof. "...Nope." He says, "Not today, at least."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith leaned back on her hands. "Party pooper" she accused. "We could climb trees together!" she tried to convince, but gave up pestering him. She took a glance down at the clothes pile. "I thought you needed the Fun Run shirt?"

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"If you want it," Doug says, "Keep it. I can always get another. I do need the white button-down one, though." He maintains an easy lean against the counter.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith held up the shirt in inspection. "I suppose..." she speculated. "I was thinking of finding a new outfit. I'm done with this one." she decided

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug holds out his hand for the shirt, but doesn't take it. He'll let Catseye hand it over to him. "Well, if you really don't want it anymore, I'd really appreciate having it back. Hmmm. Maybe you could also give some of the students some stealth training." He adds.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith reluctantly gave back the shirt, even though she stated she had no interest in it. "Are you sure you don't need any pants?" she asked with amusement.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Those are Sam's jeans I THINK," Doug says, "So I think they'd be a little long for me. But he might be looking for them, so you might wanna put them back." He tosses the shirt over his shoulder. "Not that I'll make you. I know Beto always has really nice clothes."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith looked down at the jeans. She lifted her feet, inspecting the pantlegs before huffing. "I'll just leave them here for him." she said. Rather than go through the time-consuming process of taking them off by hand, she simply shifted into a much smaller, feline form, strolling casually off the table to dart off. It was typical of Catseye. She rarely actually sad goodbye. She tended to simply wander off...

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Huh." Doug says, before he picks up Sam's jeans and folds them. He leaves them on the counter, and then adds, talking to himself. "It probably would be neat, turning into a cat, though. I'll give her that."