up and over we go, through the wave and undertow. [open]

[fuckinpenguins]

Debra Morgan is in Grant Park, fighting a monster. Or, to put it more accurately, she's trying not to get eaten alive by some kind of enormous beast with huge incisors and blue fur. This is what happens in Chicago, apparently, when you go out for a cup of coffee and take a detour through the park. Needless to say, she's managed to spill hot coffee

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[ohshiny_tomatos]

Parker sets Kitten Sophie down for just a moment so that she can fix her falling ponytail, and when she does, Sophie takes off. Parker has been doing everything possible to take good care of her kitten, because Sophie is all she has there. And because Parker doesn't have a lot else to do with her time. She has been itching to sneak in somewhere and steal something, but taking care of a kitten seems to be a full time job, and Parker isn't used to taking care of anyone. And now Sophie is escaping!!

Parker chases Sophie down the street and into the park. "Stop! Bad kitty! Freeze or you get no more cheese!" She watches as Sophie dives into a bush near where a woman is walking around without any shoes.

"Stop that kitty!" She shouts at the top of her lungs.

[literalfinesse]

Anya jumps when Parker starts shouting, and then squawks a little indignantly when one of the kittens she's been trying to avoid starts toward her, exactly where she'd been looking for her shoes.

She does not shapeshift. It's difficult, but she is too preoccupied with being suddenly barefoot to have all-consuming bunny thoughts.

Instead, she looks over at Parker, and then the kitten, and - very reluctantly - bends down toward the bush.

"Hello, kitten," she says, exactly as though she was talking to a person. She's pretty sure it's just a kitten, but in Chicago, there's no telling. "Stay still," she advises the kitten. "Someone's coming for you."

Anya just hopes the kitten stays still. It's her understanding that most people would help in this sort of chase, but her feet are already rather cold and dirty, and she'd like to find her shoes before she goes gallivanting after a cat. Still, she knows what it's like to be a tiny frightened animal in a big place like Grant Park. She'd want someone to look after her.

[ohshiny_tomatos]

Parker comes skidding to a stop near Anya and looks into the bush. "Bad Sophie! Very bad Sophie!" She scolds the kitty, shaking her finger.

She looks over at Anya and looks her over carefully. Her eyes drop to Anya's bare feet and she frowns before meeting Anya's eyes again. "You have no shoes," she says matter-of-factly. Then she crouches down, pulls a creamer packet from her pocket, tears it open, and holds it out.

"Come, Sophie." Her words are quick and harsh, not at all the soft and kind tone one might use for a kitten. Parker doesn't do soft and kind.

[literalfinesse]

Anya is a little surprised by Parker's tone. She has excessive affection for cats, but it seems like just a cat. In Anya's experience, cats just like to run around.

"Yes," Anya says to Parker's observation. "They seem to have gone missing." Disappeared into thin air, is the correct term, of course, but Anya is holding out hope! She doesn't want to walk back to the Tower barefoot.

She tilts her head in question at Parker. "Aren't those generally household pets? What are you doing outside with her?"

Yes, Parker, you're getting questioned by someone with no shoes. Such is Chicago life.

[ohshiny_tomatos]

"I don't have a house," Parker replies as though it's the most obvious reason ever. Besides, Parker likes taking her kitten everywhere with her. It doesn't occur to her that she shouldn't. Although she does think well enough to hide Sophie in her jacket when the time calls for it.

She watches as Sophie comes out of the bush and starts licking at the creamer. "She likes being with me."

She watches her kitten a bit more and looks at Anya's bare feet again. "You could make a poster. Missing shoes." Something about this strikes Parker as amusing, because then she laughs. Loudly.

[literalfinesse]

"Oh," Anya says, taking this to mean that Parker is homeless. She finds the concept of pets in general a little strange, but keeping one without any set home for yourself is doubly so.

"I think she likes being fed," Anya points out, because to her it seems the cat is more interested in the creamer than in the person administering it.

Anya does not understand why Parker finds this amusing, so she doesn't laugh along. "I suppose I could," she agrees. "But by the time that was done, I could also buy a new pair of shoes." She's just... holding out hope that they'll reappear. For the moment.

[ohshiny_tomatos]

{Sorry, lost my tag for this! :/ }

Parker gives the woman a bit of a glare. "She likes me!" She snaps harshly. At her tone, the kitten jumps back into the bushes and Parker frowns. She shakes her head.

"If you can buy new shoes then why are you barefoot? I like my idea better."