Owner	Pose
Sharon Smith	Sexy Santa. Catseye sat upon a tall, candy cane throne. She had on all of the appropriate outfit and decor of a mall Santa Claus: The red and white suit, a large padded belly, big black boots. She even gave the hearty "Ho ho ho" as a child sat on her lap. She was a little short for a Santa, she had to lean back to give enough room for the chubby little child sitting in her lap. Christmas had passed, so there wasn't a long line. Catseye was simply taking it upon herself to do corrections for all the presents that kids wanted but didn't get for Christmas. It was a noble effort, but it was also horribly lost in translation when the chubby kid rambled about a videogame the mutant knew nothing about. "Fore... nights... Yes I'll have my elvish people do this thing for you!" The child was promply pushed off her lap as she waited for her next customer to make their ammendment. There was no line. There were no signs or photos, it was doubtful this exhibit was even supposed to be open any longer after the holidays. It was mostly a renegade Sharon dressing up as Santa usurping the spot to her own voilition.
Roxanne Spaulding	Tis the season! Feeling a bit festive herself, after having done a 5k Santa-run not too long ago, it's only now that she finds herself at one of the richer malls for the upper middle class. Westchester is one of those places that she has always dreamed about, living a normal life post gen-activation. So naturally, she isn't too far away from the Santa setup over at the Auntie Annes. There -is- a line there, and she waits, until she gets to the front of the queue. "I'll have the almond pretzel and a lemonade." Roxie says before glancing about, pursing her lips. "He said to meet here."
Bobby Lane	Bobby just pauses at the sight of Santa Claus. Just the initial scene makes him double check the date on his phone, "January 6th," reads the date. Blue eyes rush back to the "Sexy" Santa. Black boots, kind of short, pudgy, and doing their best Billy Bob Bad Santa impression. Bobby might think the push is harsher than meant to be. Now, he just pulls out his phone and begins recording. If things go wild, this could go viral. He's wearing a gun metal gray shirt with the Nine Inch Nails logo. Beneath it are the words, "NOW I'M NOTHNG." In his other hand is a light gray and black winter coat he took off. A pair of dark green cargo pants adorn the legs hiding a pair of black vans. Bobby's phone just stays recording. Yes, Santa has caused him to be late.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith was perhaps trying her own insurrection on January 6, if only to take over the Santa busines and make it her own. (sorry lame politcal reference :P). Catseye pushed and punched at the large pillow that acted as her belly, doing her best to make it fit her form, which it inevitably failed. She looked instead like a young woman with a pillow stuffed in her shirt. The pillow poked out awkwardly with all four corners, making its presence known to all but the faux Santa who happily wore it. Bright blue eyes fixed on Bobby's phone before drifting up to his face "Did you get everything you wanted for Chrismas little boy?" Sharon asked in as deep of a tone as her voice could muster. Catseye didn't descriminate on age, shape, gender, or how many pillows one had stuffed in their shirt. She was determined to play out her Santa role until security kicked her out.
Roxanne Spaulding	The strange Santa causes her to quirk her brow, but at least she has her pretzel now. With pretzel in hand, she heads on over, before spying Bobby with a cheeky grin, as she hears the question. "He can never have enough." Roxie quips, as she pulls out her phone. "Bobby, you /have/ to sit on his lap and ask for something. Come onnnnnnnnn."
Bobby Lane	The young man genuinely pauses, points to himself. Then mouths the word, "Me?" A simple shrug of the shoulders and he begins to speak. "I mean even if you give everyone what they want sa-," Bobby begins, but then Roxy calls out. Her words interrupt his yet kind of go over the same thing he was about to say. His message would lack any joining Santa's lap type of connotation. And so, Bobby goes up to Red Swirled Throne to sit upon Santa's lap. "I don't know what I want Santa. I mean I did get a great girl for Christmas. I wouldn't mind more time with her, maybe some new guitar strings or even a new guitar," he shrugs a little bit. "See? Everyone wants something else, even if their Christmas was awesome. What does Santa want for Christmas?" Bobby looks about for a moment.
Sharon Smith	"Never enough!" Catsye beamed in a singsong voice. She was trying her best to emmulate the song from the movie: The Greatest Showman, but she had a terrible song voice. Her pitch was completely off, on ewould have thought she was rambling stupidly if it hadn't been for her persitance, blaring out the lyrics. She abruplty stopped when Bobby sat on her lap. She could have continued with the poorly delivered song, but had to give an 'oof' when she was sat on. Sharon cleared her voice, giving a few odd punches at the pillow that was supposed to shape out her frame. The pillow stubbornly resisted her violence. What does Santa wear under his red suit?... pillows apparently. "What did you want for Christmans little boy?" she started to ask, but blinked at the prospect of him getting a 'great girl.' "Oh! I don't know if my elves can make any more great girls... We only have medeocre ones waiting in the basement." she comically decreed. "What do I want?" she asked, suddenly going glass-eyed. He might have seen the universe spin through those lost eyes as her mind zipped around in wild confusion. "Fish." She stated, the spinning coming to a halt. "Salmon." she sated more specifically. "It's so red and delicious! You have to try it!" she said as though salmon was some sort of outworldy thing that Bobby hadn't tried before.
Roxanne Spaulding	Santa that seems to like fish. A lot. Squinting for a few moments, her brows furrow as she hears the question and answer. A smile curls onto Roxie's lips as she runs her fingers through her short locks. "Mmm, I don't know if there's any salmon here, though, there's a place that's selling fish and chips?" Roxie offers, knowing that it's nothing like salmon, but at least it's a fish.
Bobby Lane	"I've got a good model. So, I don't need to settle on mediocre this year," Bobby grins as he listens. "And the guitar stuff?" Bobby asks. He did mention other goodies. Santa's wants catches him offguard completely. "Salmon? I mean, it's okay. It's no Steak or Swordfish, but it's not bad," he shrugs a little bit. "I can take you to the coast sometime Saint Nick, get you some real fish. You just need to get away from the Misses and avoid the elves," he says not sure how this Santa travels. His blue eyes look to Santa for a moment. "is that all Santa? Fish? Nothing else? Not a beard trimmer or anything?" he asks curiously. "And yeah, my helper elf is right. We could always take you to a good pub," Bobby grins.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith huffed at his guitar stuff. She adjusted her big white beard. There was no surprise that the bold white facial hair was a fake. A smooth, woman's face sat beneath as she yanked against the elastic ties. She pulled at the whiskers, but the ensemble never seemed to seat properly as it lazily sagged down her chin. "Swordfish sound pointy... Are they pointy?" she asked, pushing the beard over her nose. A mustache was generally seated below the nose, but the faux beard was more stable with her pink nose sticking out between the gap. "We go to the pub" Catseye agreed, seeming to very quickly give up on her retro Santa idea.
Bobby Lane	"So, Misses or Miss Clause has taken over," Bobby whispers softly. His gaze on her for a moment. Talk of sword fish happens. "Only before they're caught. They're kind of like the steak of seafood. A bit heartier compared to fish. Ever have a piece of meatloaf? Ever have a piece of steak? Regular fish is meatloaf. Sword fish is steak," he tries to explain the escalation. Blue eyes slip back to Roxy and then Santa's speaking about going to a pub. "Alright then," he shrugs and moves off of Santa's lap if they'll allow. He'll slip on the coat. "Does Santa have the sleigh to fly or?" he questions a little bit for a second.
Sharon Smith	"Santa... Clause" she corrected. She hadn't gotten to the nitpicky definitions of Mr. and Mrs. Clause before jumping in head long to her Mall Santa takeover. She rose from her seat, giving a few more jabs at her pillows. One of the pillows sprang free, dashing to the lowest point it could find in the mall's Christmas setup. "I did not bring my sleigh today" she claimed, adjusting her outfit, which didn't hold up well without the extra pillow. Sharon was met with remarkable difficulty keeping her bright red pants up. "We must go for swordfish steak chips." she demanded, stealing most of Bobby and Roxanne's words because she was too busy keeping her pants up to think of anything on her own.
Bobby Lane	And the three of them are off. Thanks to Roxy, they get there in one piece. Santa could fly, but forget their sleigh. Bobby could fly, but it would burn through his clothes. This is a favorite shirt and pair of shoes. Plus, the coat is expensive. So, it comes down to Roxy. Before she takes off, with those two in gravity bubbles, "There's a place called The Shakespeare. I tried finding Iron Bru. No luck, but they have pub food. A bit pricy, but I'll go broke paying for Santa," he says and then just waits to be lifted off. The trio are all up in the air before the city will greet them. Roxy takes the trio inward and they go atop of a building. One fire escape, a gentle float down, and a five block walk later, they find themselves at the Shakespeare. The Shakepsear is an odd little place. Upon entering everyone will see a stereotypical pub. Lots of browns from the faded brown hardwood floors, to the mahogany stained bar stools and bars, the bar top a medium brown and small little table tops on the opposite side a very light brown that some can call it a pale tan. It's long, but a little narrow. A common place to literally bump into friends if you're a regular and the place is hopping. Behind the bar are various bottles, pull taps including a giant yellow and green one labeled "Bitters." They'll even use a beer comb if requested. Toward the book is where things get a little interesting. It's a simple hallway where one fins restrooms, but beyond that is a doorway. Upon slipping through that doorway is a lot of warm colors. Red walls coat the upper portion of the walls, toffee brown finished wooden planks cover the bottom. Tables and chairs that match the colors of the bottom little the center area of the room. Booths scale around the perimeter. If the place were a lot bigger people may think it's a good stop for Dinner Theater. Upon entering the place Bobby will look at Santa. "Fish and chips. All we gotta do is sit at the booth and order."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith gasped sharply. It was an intense gasp, that drained every ounce of air from her lungs as she lurched at Bobby. "You mean the place where they battle... like... knights and swords and..." Her other pillow fell to her feet, along with her big red trousers. She bounced a bit before grabbing the white and yellow pants back over her hips. "We must see blood... we must see fury!" Catseye danced behind Bobby with unreal expectations. She was obviously disappointed with the simple pub that had nothing on the Midievil Times chain (c). Sharon didn't make any comments, but she managed to make a pouting face that would sway most elderly to donate 50 cents a week, the price of a cup of coffee, to her cause of watching midievil bedlam.
Roxanne Spaulding	The mention of swordfish causes her to scrunch up her nose a bit. "If you get swordfish, you have to make sure you eat it all at once. I had someone reheat swordfish once, and oh my gah, it smelled NASTY." Of course, that was when she was still a 'trainee' of I.O. where some of the Black Razors brought their lunches, which usually consisted of leftovers. Ivana is cheap like that. "I don't think there is actual blood. IT's mostly fake. Like WWE wrestling right?"
Bobby Lane	"Different time period. King Arthur before Shakespeare," Bobby says with some uncertainty. History isn't his best subject. Then he moves so the trio could sit in a booth. When they get the menus, there it is in black and white, "Fish and Chips." They have other offerings like a pub burger, pot pie, bangers and mash and other foods clearly inspired by Pub Food. "I didn't think reheated sword fish was so bad, Roxy," he says and then just pours over the menu.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith 's shoulders slumped. Her pants fell, and her hands finally lowered to grip the hem to pull the trousers back to their place upon her hips. "They had best have amazing fish!" she said through the burly white beard that mashed agaisnt her face. "It would all be better with blood... fake or real" Sharon decreed as she nestled up to Bobby by the bar.
Roxanne Spaulding	Pursing her lips for a few moments, there's a glance towards the trouser that keep on falling. With a bit of a nosescrunch, Sharon will find the trousers seem to have a life of their own; either that or gravity no longer has an effect on it, as it keeps itself pulled up upon her waist just perfectly. With that taken care of, she shakes her head. "Is there one of those medieval restaurants around here? I've never been to one."
Kitkat	The bar wasn't too far out of the way, but the customer that pushed open the door was not even remotely looking human. Paws wrapped in bandages to deal with the weather and dirt, leather top and skirt, a fur coat of calico pattern all over and then a feline head. Not a human, that much was clear. The nose twitches a moment. "You have fish." Less a question, more a statement. Or an order, the grumbling voice resonating some. Probably someone with better ears might hear that, though the nose of the feline woman twitching kept going a little, then some sort of... feline smile creeped over her face, exposing needle teeth. Silent soles brought her closer to the backroom door, the barkeep earnign a glare as he wanted to say something. The door was thrown open, and with a jump, Kitkat tried to plant her fuzzy hand on Sharon's shoulder. "Gotcha!"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith looked odd with magical trousers, but also looked happy. It was a strange thing to see broadly fitting trousers sit so high on Catseye's narrow hips. She wasn't oblivious to the magic. She even bounced a few times to test their security, giving a mechanical "Ha ha" in amusement. "If there is, we must be there" Sharon decreed. She obviously wasn't worried about tickets, times, or availability. Scheduling was not a thing that cats worried about. Pouncing however... Catseye vanished in the blink of an eye. She didnt' jump or dart away, but instead changed forms to sit as a little black cat on Kitkat's head. The Santa outfit sagged lazily in her abandoned chair as the happy black cat slapped the top of Kitkat's hair with clawless paws. Excited... obviously... but she didn't elaborate other than the light, paw thundering rumble atop her scalp.
Kitkat	Sharon vanishing to turn small cat and counter pounce onto Kitkat's head gets the calico's ears to flop sideways, almost to protect them, before a hand ever so carefully moved up to offer Sharon a little headpat in return. "Still, got you," she teased, toying a little with the small black cat, offering scratches between the ears in return for the thundering rumble.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith scrambled in her best cat-like fashion. It wasn't elegant or tasteful. She slid against Kitkat's face in full form with sharp claws digging at her scalp to keep herself from flopping over. It was an odd scene for a pub which witnessed a poorly decorated Santa lady poof into a cat. Catseye wanted Bedlam, she seemed to gain it by slapping at Kitkat's face with dull paws.
Kitkat	With Sharon starting to dig claws into her face - and luckily having a short muzzle to sit on - Kitkat clenched a hand up to grab the small cat's scruff so she could lower the cat to the chair in a much less dangerous fashion to her own eyes. "Hold still a moment, you get all the floofings you deserve." Kitkat said, trying her best to put her onto the chair before she stretched her arm, caressing a large hematite in it for a second. The cat-person starts to glow, float up a moment and turn into a figure of light. It appears as if she's melting away, more silhouette than figure, turning into almost a ball, before it extends into a very fuzzy feline shape. Only then color returns, showing a huge cat in all its floof. More than 20 pounds of muscle, fluff and grace, all crammed into the shape of a marbled grey Maine Coon, purring like a small motor as she offers a boop to the smaller black Catseye.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith made all of the remarkable cat noises of one being held by the scruff of her neck. They were haunting... to say the least. Vicious claws swiped wildly at the air in all their small stature and sharp fury. It wasn't until she was placed on a chair that she finally calmed. It took a short moment, but the 'boop' upon her nose was enough to bring the small black cat to crumple under Kitkat's warmth. Santa was gone, the fluffy white beard had fallen under the table, leaving two oddly proportioned felines snuggling atop of it.