Owner	Pose
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith stood tall in the middle of the street, or at least as tall as a small black cat could stand. Glowing eyes glared up at Shazam, who was likely wondering why he was in a stare-off with such a tiny creature. It seemed oddly determined, almost posessed, and by the way it's hind legs skirted closer, seemed almost eager to pounce.
Billy Batson	Shazam had visited the nearby occult bookstore as Billy and left with a book. Solomon pronounced it not rubbish. there was an altercation over a parking space outside and he used the magic word. No one noticed his change. Have you ever been to Manhattan? The two motorists resolved the dispute peacefully (for New Yorkers). That left a superfluous superhero with a tote bag holding 'The Power of Myth.' But then there was this cat, staring at him. He made a shushing motion, "Don't tell kitty." But then people did notice the red clad Adonis among them and he couldn't just turn back. Flying off was an option. But... unseemly. He'd lose this staring contest! Shazam bends over and tries to coax the pretty little thing on his shoulder. "You seem almost human... I meant this as a compliment. Psspssspsss. Here kitty." His ignorance of felines is palpable.
Sharon Smith	The fur on her back ruffled at the approach. The cat stood her ground. She swiped very deliberately with her black paw... which was at least mildly threatening, if one was worried about lasting infections carried from small claws. Surprisingly, all he felt was the soft pat of very soft paws. It was either a declawed cat, or a well trained cat, or some myseterious feline being trying to bat his hand in morris code. If the latter was the case, she was batting far too quickly for him to make out any discernable dots or dashes.
Billy Batson	Shazam inquired of Solomon for insight into the feline condition. <<Cats are gods in their own way.>> Zeus agreed. Well. Obviously familiarity breeds contempt. Shazam sat down on the curb and waited calmly. Let the cat come to him. He pulled the book out of his bag and began reading. Darla's cat took open books and laptops as an open invite. This cat... there was something very engaging and charismatic about the little creature. Her soft pats did nothing but lead Shazam on. "I bet you'd be a heck of a girlfriend." He mutters, sparing a glance at those green eyes. Oops. Lost the staring contest.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith was typical of her kind. She hated attention, but hated being ignored. She leered forward at the open book, a paw eventually cresting the peak of the cover as she tried to pry it closer for her glowing green eyes to read. His words seemed to strike suddenly at her movements, causing her to pause and sit, before suddenly 'poofing' into the shape of a full grown woman. "You're asking me out on a date?" she asked with surprise.
Billy Batson	Shazam wonders what it is with him and shapeshifting women? There's Mary and Darla of course, then Golden Eagle and Belinda. Is this a magic thing? Then again this is Mutant Town. A girl turning into a cat or vice versa was not that odd, was it? Who was he to talk, walking around with six gods and demi-gods whispering in his ear? Still, being confronted with a beautiful woman where before there was a cute little cat. "I thought I was going to adopt a cat... "
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith tilted her head. It was still a very cat-like gesture. It would have seemed slightly odd for a human to make such a gesture if that same human hadn't just recently poofed up from a four-legged cat form. "Most people don't call cats their *girlfriend* she mocked, pulling her feet in to sit up cross legged on the curb beside him. "It's a bit odd" she clarified in playful accusation.
Billy Batson	Shazam is snapped back to reality by the jibe and he quickly pulls a hoodie and some shorts out of his bag, jogging as Billy. "Uhm here, you might get chilly without fur. And all I said was you'd make a heck of a girlfriend and apparently I was correct. Except I had one already... nothing to see here citizens," he says to a couple of onlookers. He gets a couple remarks to the contrary.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith lifted her arms to happily accept the hoodie being put over her head. Catseye was more than happy to play dress-up. She would have made a fantastic cat for Instagram, dressing up like a pirate or a pickle cat. She clicks her tongue in retort to his denial. "It sounded like you were asking me out on a date. I've never actually been on one, but I think it would be nice to have someone open car doors for you and give you plants." She was probably talking about flowers, but as a cat, it didn't seem she made the distinction of what particular type of plant humans were handing back and forth.
Billy Batson	Shazam sighs with relief as the gawkers disperse. He looks at Sharon with something other than the superhero's condescension, urge for justice or anger. "I am seeing someone. But.. I could buy you lunch and show you what that's like. I mean most people you date probably couldn't fly or lift the Statue of Liberty or throw lightning around. But I don't have to do those to get you a cheeseburger." Cats like cheeseburgers, right? He remembered something about that on the internet.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith wrinkled her nose. She was giving the subject far more internal debate than it was worth. "I suppose lunch is a fair enough compromise" she decided. Catseye wasn't about to turn down free food. "I don't usually date anybody, but I feel throwing lightning would only make it more interesting." she consoled, as though throwing lightning and lifting impossibly large objects might have been a character flaw.
Billy Batson	Shazam offers Sharon his arm. "Sorry I don't have shoes for you. Where would you like to eat? You like cheeseburgers?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith shrugs softly at the lack of shoes. "I don't like shoes anyways... they're... clunky. Always getting in the way." she claimed, giving her two-cents about human habits as she took his arm. "Everyone likes cheeseburgers." she dismissed the question. Catseye wasn't a particularly picky eater, although she might spend more time poking at or sniffing her meals than the average person.
Billy Batson	Shazam ohs, then ohs again as she takes his arm. Well, it's good for human Mutant relations. "So where's a good place to eat around here." Silent swallow. "I... you don't have to wear shoes if you're good barefoot. So, have you been turning into a cat very long? You seem pretty natural at it." This was a good thing to get out in the open. Considering he was pondering taking the cute kitty home and then taking a shower. That doesn't even begin to tap the pool of awkwardness. What if Irie dropped by? "My name is Shazam, what do they call you?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith 's head wobbled back and forth. "Sometimes you have to. People tend to be very particular about what sort of outfits they want you to wear. Having no shoes is simply unprofessional." she said. It sounded more like a rehersed or parroted phrase. "I don't 'turn into' a cat... I turn into a human." she explained before finally looking around. "I don't know" she reflexivly answered to her knowledge of where 'good' restaurants were. "I think there is a nice place on the corner. I've never actually walked in like this, but the chef is nice. He sometimes gives me scraps, but I have to *really* open my eyes and stare at him... like this." She leered up to give Shazam an exquisite 'kitten eye' stare. It was slightly exaggerated, but effective. She was able to drop the look as quickly as she made it. "I am Catseye, but some people call me Sharon. I don't really like the name Sharon, but sometimes it makes people more comfortable to call me Sharon."
Billy Batson	Shazam would definitely list kitten eyes as a super;power, right up there with hair toss or being a ginger. Being a cat that turns into a human is a new trick. In his case he is pretty clear that he, Billy, and Shazam is the most awesome cosplay ever. Usually. He smirks at the kitten eyes and says, "Uhmmm, don't know if you are aware of this but those eyes work in human form as well. So Catseye, I don't mean to be personal but... do you need a place to stay? Are you homeless? Because I might be able to find a couple places for you."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith lifted an eyebrow at the statement. "Oh. Good!" she beamed at the revelation. She made another wide-eyed expression at him. This one was a bit more exaggerated and sarcastic than the first, but still had a similar effect. "Uhm..." she speculated at the idea of whether she needed a place to stay. "Sure!" she accepted. Catseye didn't *need* a place to stay, but she liked having places to stay. She wasn't about to admit to being homeless. Technically she wasn't homeless at all. She had a place to stay at the Xavier's School for the Gifted. She was also an excellent 'couch surfer.' It wasn't just with aquiatences. Old women were perhaps her easiest prey. Scratching at a window and giving a cute look was often all the little cat needed to find a new, temporary home. The only annoyance was getting rid of the collar afterwards.
Billy Batson	Shazam ohs again. Yes you are in over your head, William. Does anyone know a place for a cat who morphs into a pretty woman? Seriously, there may be a market for this sort of cat. He could ask Nettie, or Marie, but sometimes they're hard to get in touch with. What to do with a cat/girl/Mutant? The hight are getting colder. He takes his arm out of Catseye's grip and walks over to a bodega. He takes a moment to concentrate and opens the door to the store and... the interior inside the door is not the bodega. It is a huge stone fortress of some sort. "I have a place you can stay till we get you a more permanent place. But uhm... try to keep things family friendly. I have younger brothers. You don't need shoes. Follow me and I'll make some pizza pockets for you. And welcome to the Rock of Eternity!"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith gave him an almost accusing look at his warning. "I am friendly" she complained about his demand about being family friendly. That... probably wasn't his point, but Catseye couldn't be bothered with weeding out small differences in semantics. She didn't seem opposed to the idea of pizza pockets, although she had to give some 'act' of considering his offer before nodding. "I like pizza" she decided in fake compromise.
Billy Batson	Shazam holds the door for Catseye/Sharon. He knows enough to wait for her to check it out. The air smells clean and fresh, despite the interior looking like, well a hollowed out Rock. Shazam waves her in. "Listen, I'm a vetted superhero. Fought Juggernaut, Brainiac, beat on a kaiju was gonna eat people. I want to help you. I... lived on the streets when I was a kid. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was lucky and got fostered."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith gave him an odd, lingering look as he opened the door. She stared inside, lifting on her toes to give a more spying look before falling back to her heels to state "Pizza pockets are not found in places like this." she warned. "You make your brothers live here?" she asked, almost accusingly. Catseye could be known for casually going with the flow, but she wasn't entirely immune to worries and paranoia. The way it appeared to her, Shazam's brothers were either evil wizards or cave trolls, neither seemed like fun room mates.
Billy Batson	Shazam smirks. "We work here. We live elsewhere. And if you come in, you will see we have a microwave oven and a freezer, which contains pizza pockets. My sisters work here too. It is the Rock of Eternity. It's a cool place. Try it."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith gave him a last suspicious stare before walking in. "It looks like an evil layer." she claimed. The odd thing about her accusation was that most people wouldn't, walk into a place after saying it looked like an evil layer. She was either absurdly confident, or secretly a villian.
Billy Batson	Shazam shuts the door after he enters and it vanishes. He goes over to the fridge and removes two boxes of pizza pockets, then some sodas. He starts microwaving the pockets and sets a plate and drink for Sharon. "Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Uhm, don't play with that glowy thing or approach those statues. they're actually imprisoned demons. He throws a pillow on a stone seat for Catseye.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith turned to look at him oddly agian. "Now it sounds more like an evil layer than before." she complained. "But with pizza pockets" she added. There were many reasons to join the bad guys in their evil layers: Love, power, revenge... 'pizza pockets' didn't generally make the top 10 of that list, but it could probably be assumed Sharon wasn't involved in that particular poll.
Billy Batson	Shazam shrugs. "Demons gotta be locked away somewhere." He eats a hot pocket that is far too hot for a normal human. "I can take yu to a friend's apartment for you to get cleaned up or whatever. I can borrow some more duds from him. You're about his size."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith did what any feline minded creature would do. She began climbing the tallest chair to enjoy a grand new vantage point. She didn't climb onto the seat of coarse. Instead, she sat on the tallest point of the back rest. "Still not helping your case!" she shouted from the throne room. "Does his evil layer have a different style? This one is... rocky" she kicked her heels against the stone lightning seat.
Billy Batson	Shazam is sorely tempted to toss her on her pseudo feline behind. However, Zeus takes a dim view of being inhospitable. He rubs his eyes. "Okay... let me see if you can get cleaned up at my friend's place. Hang on a minute." He flashes into and alcove that is apparently a sort of portal. He vanishes. A minute passes. Then another door in the air opens and Billy Batson sticks his head in. "Hi, I'm Billy, Shazam had to take care of some superhero stuff and he asked me to help out. Come on in." He waves. Behind him is a cozy apartment.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith was still being wildly patient with the situation. Was this all a farse? Was this place even real. She gave a firm tap at the stone back of the chair she sat on before deciding it must be. "What... superhero stuff?" she asked, hopping from the chair back to the floor. "Did he tell you this so he could go do evil wizard things instead?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. The portals weren't helping to convince her otherwise, but she still confidently walked through.
Billy Batson	Billy Batson shuts the door behind Sharon. the apartment beyond is a studio, with kitchenette and bathroom. There's a couch and a couple of bean bag chairs with a fairly nice television on the wall. Billy gives Sharon another look. She seems so much bigger now. Only part of that is from confidence. "So what can I get you? He said you weren't happy with his place."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith tilted her head. "What else did he say?" she asked, scratching casually behind an ear as she inspected the studio for evil-layer themed aspects. "Well... he said there would be pizza, he had to take a shower, and something about shoes." she randomly picked out. Catseye had an incredible memory, her only flaw was giving an order or preference to things.