Date: Thursday, June 15th Characters: Rose (and her cats) Location: Rose's flat, Brooklyn, New York Summary: Rose battles stress alongside her fluffy sidekicks
Rose dropped her heavily annotated script with a scowl. She was sick of correcting the notes on it, do more of this one day and then do less of this the next, and since Jack went down with flu, Karl had been coming down on her especially hard, partly because the chemistry between her and Jack's understudy wasn't as strong, mostly because he blamed her for Jack's illness. But rationalising it wasn't helping.
'Too overpoweringly feminine' had been yesterday's main note and today's, 'make her more feminine'. It was because of that jackass at Best Buy, he'd got her so on edge about her gender presentation, so these notes were really getting to her.
She kicked at the tattered rug on the floor, arms folded, and grabbed the stereo remote. Arch Enemy pounded from the speakers, making the black tom who was sleeping on top of the cabinet mewl in protest.
"Oh, chill out, Lucifer," she grumbled, but turned the music down. Lucifer, with a longsuffering air, jumped down onto her coffee table, gave her a long look and meaningfully curled up on Rose's script. On the couch next to her, Schroedinger, who had recently begun feuding with Lucifer over sitting spots, lifted his head with a noise of protest and slashed a paw in Luci's general direction, and before she knew it they were rolling on the floor and her papers were everywhere.
She looked at the papers, and the hissing, whirling ball of grey and black fur, and found she was laughing and crying at the same time. Mostly laughing, slightly hysterical. "Fuck's sake, guys, cut that shit out. Guys!"
Luckily, she was pretty experienced at this. One hand dipped in and dragged out a yowling, squirming grey tabby, her foot holding the other cat at bay. Lying on the fridge, surveying her young compatriots with matriarchal tolerance, Poppy blinked languidly, and sneezed. Rose dropped Schroedinger on the couch, nudged Lucifer away with her foot and flopped back on the couch.
"Lucky I've got my cats to talk to, or I'd go completely nuts. Ha!"