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Tweak says, "Holy fishbowl, Batman!"

Mikey (playkitten) wrote in lost_world,
@ 2013-09-26 17:44:00

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!status: complete, davis cameron, sam merlotte

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Mikey had already explored both floors that he could get to extensively. He'd also already discovered the food that he could get by just walking up to a window and asking for it. They never stopped giving it over, either. Every time he asked for something, he got it. Then he took it back to his room and ate it.

Restraint was not one of the things Mikey was good at.

So he eventually found himself laying on the floor of his room - what a glorious room, all the things that the birds had given him, the stuff from Simon, the stuff from Niks, all of it there! - with food remnants around him, and a bellyache.

It was not comfortable any way he turned, no matter which position he tried to lay in. His stomach complained loudly. He complained loudly. Yowling and groaning.

"Help." Mikey said it softly, fearing that if he tried to yell, he might throw up. "I'm dying. Dying. Dyyyying."

The catboy whimpered, studying the bones of what amounted to several whole chickens and two pie platters that were nearby. How had he eaten all of that?

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notjustadog
2013-10-20 06:47 pm UTC (link)

"There's a collie I like to be." Sam shrugged. He didn't know what to make of the word 'mutant' in connection with any shifting abilities. They'd always been supernatural - supes. 'Mutant' seemed all too scientific, or science fiction. It had nothing to do with the supernatural, and that was all Sam knew.

"I haven't really been a cat before. I'd need the animal, to get to know it." He didn't seem put out by the guy and his excited nature. He understood the need to be with those who were like him; Sam had actually kept his brother around for longer than was probably smart because he'd needed other shifters close. It was hard to be the only one sometimes.

"I don't exactly keep my form when I fall asleep." He'd had a very embarrassing wake up one morning. He didn't seem put out by the napping with someone else, a male someone else. Animals were different. Even the ear cleaning didn't seem that worrisome. There was a slight shrug as he looked around the room.

"I'll think about it, okay?" That was the best he could give the guy with the tail.

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playkitten
2013-10-27 04:37 am UTC (link)

"A collie." Mikey knew that a collie was a dog, but he couldn't bring the picture of it to his brain. It didn't matter. "So if I become a cat, you can become a cat after me?"

He'd never really seen anything like that before. But he still thought it was really awesome. He was kind of jealous, even though he probably wouldn't ever be anything but a cat if he had the choice, since cats were superior to everything.

"Why don't you keep it?" That made no sense at all. Mikey always kept whatever form he was in when he fell asleep. Except for that one time with Gloria. And that had been really bad.

But Mikey thought of something else. "Oh! I'm Mikey. My name is Mikey. I'm a cat who can become a boy. And I like chicken. The kind with the crispy skin, but you have to take the skin off. And cheesecake."

He was about as bad as if he'd been given the nip, his excitement was so high. The words were coming out of his mouth randomly. He was hardly paying attention, he was so excited at the idea of being a cat and having another cat around. The fact that the guy had said he liked to be a dog more hardly even registering.

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notjustadog
2013-10-27 09:25 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know if that would be the best way. You aren't exactly just a cat." Sam gave Mikey an unsure smile. He didn't know how to handle this one. Sam could be anything he wanted, save for humans because they were a little too complex. A were or mutant or whatever the hell this kid was was a little too close to human for Sam's comfort.

"Best I find a regular cat who doesn't get two legs." He didn't want to go into an explanation for why much less for the sleeping, but he shrugged and tried a quick little explanation anyway. "I have to concentrate; it kind of undoes itself when I'm sleeping." There was probably a better way to explain it, but he went with what he had.

"Mikey. Okay, Mikey. I'm Sam, and I like chicken all kinds. And cheesecake's not bad." He had seen this sort of thing in some younger were, and a few of the kids who came in to the bar when they could come in legally. It was just a strange new excitement. He'd felt it when he was younger.

"So, how long have you been...uhm, traveling with these people?" He didn't know if he meant the aliens or the abductees. It really didn't matter.

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playkitten
2013-10-28 03:50 pm UTC (link)

"Hm." Mikey thought about that. He didn't see where the problem was, but if Sam said he needed something specific, Mikey was going to believe him. "What about a picture? I could draw a picture of a cat for you."

There were colored pencils in here somewhere. Possibly some crayons, too. He'd seen them at some point when he'd gone through his whirlwind inspection of his things. He was looking around at what was in the room. That's when he saw the Cat Fancy sitting on the bed. Mikey pointed at it with a question in his eyes.

"Sam likes chicken!" He exclaimed. In his head, Mikey was planning the deep and meaningful relationship that he was going to have with Sam in the future. They were going to have chicken. They were going to be cats. They were going to have some nip, and maybe a little lay down - but not a nap, because then Sam might lose his shape, and while cuddling with a guy wasn't so bad, Mikey preferred this particular thing to be with another cat.

He settled down to answer Sam's question. "Um." He thought. "I got on a bus and it took me to Electric City, I was in New York before. I met Niks, and she took me home. Then I met Evan, and he smells like icky dogface. But then I met Simon, and Simon smells like delicious. I like Simon. He gives me stuff. We all went to this weird place that had Spring and Fall together, and Halloween and bunnies and it was kind of scary. And then there were other places. But now we're here."

Mikey didn't have a huge grasp on the movement of time.

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notjustadog
2013-10-28 11:22 pm UTC (link)

"No, sorry, Mikey. It doesn't work that way either. I've been a few things; maybe we can find something that will work with the cat, but right now, I think maybe you should walk, get out of here." The place still had a smell that wasn't all that agreeable to Sam.

"You may need to take a walk or something." Sam did. He didn't like staying in one place too long, at least when it wasn't his own home. He could stand behind his bar or lounge on his porch for hours, but this wasn't his bar or his porch.

"Evan smells like icky dogface? Wolf? Or just dog?" He didn't think the guy could answer, and he wondered how old the kid was. He'd know some weres who didn't take well to the change, and some were so inbred that they never grew up. Maybe this was the kid's case, no matter what he said about mutants.

"Wanna show me this Evan?" Sam was all for avoiding the Niks who may be a woman and the delicious smelling Simon. Anything that smelled delicious probably wasn't good.

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playkitten
2013-10-29 06:38 am UTC (link)

"Oh." That was sad. Mikey was going to take Sam's word that they would find something. Something that wasn't a dog. That would be good. It would happen, he had confidence. Sam wouldn't just say something that wasn't true. Sam had helped him throw up. They were friends for life now.

"We can take a walk." The cat wondered if it was a dog thing. If he wanted to just take a walk because that was what dogs liked. He still couldn't be upset about it, Sam being more dog-like. Maybe it was because Sam didn't smell all the way dog.

"Um. Like a dog who isn't a dog, but not like how you don't smell like dog. He smells like the forest and wild and gnashy teeth and howling." Maybe that was what wolves smell like. "The other boy that I met at school who was a dog smelled like actual dog. Like rolling around in dirt and wind and kibble."

He had seen that boy eat kibble. So maybe that wasn't a fair assessment. It might have just been Mikey projecting. Not that he knew what projecting meant.

"I guess I can show you Evan. But he's not fun. He took me to a place where they did stuff after he fed me something that made me sleep. And he took Niks away. Plus he smells."

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notjustadog
2013-10-29 08:03 pm UTC (link)

"Sure. you can show me Evan." Sam nodded slightly. "Let's walk first. Maybe they've got somewhere we can run or do something." He didn't know exactly what else to say. The guy had a little too much energy, especially after being sick. He supposed it was a were/mutant thing. There was little they didn't just get over quickly.

"What do you say? Just a little walk around." He laughed softly and started to step away toward the door. Sam even motioned for the guy to come along with him. This was actually a little odd, to be helping out a were who wouldn't claim being a were.

"Maybe you can show me where you got all this food, without actually getting some for now?" He nodded slightly, not wanting to tempt the cat. He was curious to know how easy it was to get all this food.

"Maybe show me this Niks and Simon - don't introduce me, just show." He gave Mikey a slight smile.

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