The Universe's Mixer

Eric was unsure how fair this whole thing was. High emotions had him turning into a tiny little bat in moments where he didn't really need to be small. Quite the contrary, actually. He needed to be big in most of those moments. While turning into a different creature did have it's intimidation and freak out effects, it just wasn't as good as being who he was.

Not to mention that Baba kept petting him and cradling him. He didn't want to admit that he liked it. He always acted grumpy toward such coddling, though he suspected that she knew he enjoyed it, or he would have flown away. Though, he supposed, if she wanted to keep him around, all she had to do was fucking close her hand.

He hadn't seen her yet tonight. He wondered where she might be. He waited at the bar as long as he could before his staff started to irritate him, then walked out. As much as he wanted to know what was taking her so long to come around, he just couldn't be at Fangtasia right now.

Eric set off, unconsciously looking for Lestat. The other vampire might not know much about shifters and weres, but he would at least understand how humiliating all of this was. He was hoping he could find a companion for his woe, somebody to commiserate with.

He hadn't been entirely too happy with getting kicked out of Zoe's place almost right after they'd woken up, but he made it to a store and picked up a pack of cigarettes and it made him feel a little better. Going for an entire night without a smoke had been a new and unpleasant experience.

Real joy came, however, when he got back to his place and after a bit of messing around, discovered - accidentally - that he could become the dog at any time he wanted to. Of course, returning to human form meant that he was bare ass naked, which probably shouldn't happen in public, just for the sake of law breaking.

But remembering how much fun he'd had at night, and thought that a daytime excursion would be better. Different at the very least. More people. More animals out and about. The sunshine. Oh, sunshine. How would that feel on his fur? Maybe he could find some kids to play with, too. Run around until his doggy legs wouldn't carry him anymore.

Not having put on his clothes again after his return trip to humanland, Jesse reverted to the dog form again. He spent a moment trying to figure out if he could carry the smokes and a lighter with him, and decided he could not. Even if he could, he'd have to find somebody to get one out of the pack and light it for him, and that just didn't seem like it was going to happen. Zoe had been quite adamant about dogs not smoking. He was guessing that other people would be as well.

He took the same route out of the building as he had the first time, and ran straight to the park. Almost straight to the park. He did stop and sniff a couple of things on the way, including sticking his nose up a cute girl's skirt to see if he could get away with it. He could. She laughed.

In the morning sun, the grass smelled delightful. He was sniffing it and then started eating it, not even thinking about what he was doing. Once he'd had a good amount of it, he suddenly felt the need to throw up. The big green mushy ball that came out of him didn't disturb the dog part one bit. His human part, however, decided that if eating grass gave that result, he was going to do his best to stay away from even nibbling it.

Jesse took off at a full sprint through the park, tail wagging happily, smelling the air as it rushed into his nose.

After what she'd been through, with the fighting the crazy Charlie-obsessed lady on the rooftop, then the rescue of the boy Jake, she really could have done with a day off. But almost as soon as she'd woken up the day after the rescue, she'd been called into work. They'd told her all kinds of crazy things that she didn't want to believe, but couldn't really discount.

And what did they want her to do?

Try to wrangle the goddamned animals. They wanted her to act as some kind of One Person Animal Control Unit. Of course, she wasn't about to run around trying to capture animals that were really people (according to what her superiors told her), because the last thing she wanted was to get bitten by anything (again) and turn into something that she wasn't (again). What she did instead was go around and take notes on what she saw. What kinds of animals there were. How big the animal was. Where she saw it.

But one officer had come in talking about a polar bear, and she just couldn't believe that anybody really wanted her to go toe to toe with a polar bear.

There were a couple of nights spent with Dean. Being more adventurous now that she was healing. But she hadn't gotten a call from him in a couple of nights, and he hadn't returned her texts, so she figured that he was busy with something else. Or somebody. She didn't really care if it was another woman. So long as he didn't pass anything to her. But she did hope he was okay, and did hope that he would at least take a moment to text back and tell her that he wasn't dead.

Currently, she sat in her office looking over the spreadsheet she'd made. The list of animals was random and she wasn't altogether sure she could account for the ones she hadn't seen with her own eyes. The places they were seen were even more random. She couldn't make a tracking map if she'd had a gun held to her head.

Jennifer sighed.

The worst one, really, were the stack of reports sitting in front of her about a giant chicken. Not just a chicken, but one as big as a house. Literally. She wasn't sure what to do with the information. Go looking for it? Ignore all of it? What was she going to do against a giant chicken?

Zoe didn't see Jesse after that morning. She wasn't exactly mad at him, but she wasn't happy with her situation either. She didn't like not being in control; she knew she'd adapt, live with it, but it put a slight damper on being the Batman.

When she went in to work, the Amazon send Alfred a quick message to explain why Batman wouldn't be patrolling the streets again. She suggested that he notify the ones who had helped rescue Jake if anything were to come up. Alfred was kind enough to send her information about werewolves, not that she was one, but it seemed fitting. She read and went home to await the change.

As night fell, she started pacing. The apartment, while spacious and rather Spartan, seemed too small. She wasn't sure if it was the coming change or just simply the need to be in motion that had her pulling on running gear again to head out to the Park. She needed to do something other than wait.

The Park felt strange, as it had the night before, and she wished she could go fight bad guys or do something more than run. She wanted to save someone, be a big damn hero. Yet, she knew that she couldn't save anyone as a really big cat, probably. The run was nice, but it wouldn't last. Thankfully on her run, she felt the pain coming before it completely incapacitated her. Finding a set of bushes, she disappeared within them to experience the shift that made her want to cryout..yet again.

Moments later, a clouded leopard appeared from the bushes, its tail trailing behind it like a banner. Now what was she supposed to do?