a day in the meow
Who: Arthur and youuuuuuu
Where: Everywhere
When: Flood, first day, all day
Warnings: lol I hope not.
OOC: Okay, totally open log, anywhere on the Barge, doing anything. Basically, tag where your character is, blahblah, and I'll tag Arthur in. You can even assume what Arthur's doing (if your person stumbles upon him) based on his new and improved self.
So, I'm taking on CATBOY ARTHUR, my least favorite Inception fandom trope (yes, it's... It's disturbingly popular, or at least it was for a period). But there's a ~twist~
Arthur is totally unchanged, physically. Mentally, he's still Barge Arthur, but now he has: CAT BRAIN. Every annoying thing your cat does (that doesn't involve peeing on your laundry or pooing in weird places, come on), ARTHUR NOW DOES. He can still talk, but he says what I imagine every terrible cat in the world is thinking.
So, you can find him fussily straightening his clothes out and slicking his hair back for hours, laying across the couch with a defiant gleam in his eye as he prevents others from sitting, taking your seat the moment you stand up, terrorizing bugs and tiny animals, chewing on plastic, casually destroying furniture and cherished items, climbing to the tops of things and staring down at you, flopping down somewhere inconvenient and staring at you, talking incessantly even when you pet him and give him food and bawww what do you WANT, cat?
You get the picture.
Cats are the worst. I grudgingly love them.
Where: Everywhere
When: Flood, first day, all day
Warnings: lol I hope not.
OOC: Okay, totally open log, anywhere on the Barge, doing anything. Basically, tag where your character is, blahblah, and I'll tag Arthur in. You can even assume what Arthur's doing (if your person stumbles upon him) based on his new and improved self.
So, I'm taking on CATBOY ARTHUR, my least favorite Inception fandom trope (yes, it's... It's disturbingly popular, or at least it was for a period). But there's a ~twist~
Arthur is totally unchanged, physically. Mentally, he's still Barge Arthur, but now he has: CAT BRAIN. Every annoying thing your cat does (that doesn't involve peeing on your laundry or pooing in weird places, come on), ARTHUR NOW DOES. He can still talk, but he says what I imagine every terrible cat in the world is thinking.
So, you can find him fussily straightening his clothes out and slicking his hair back for hours, laying across the couch with a defiant gleam in his eye as he prevents others from sitting, taking your seat the moment you stand up, terrorizing bugs and tiny animals, chewing on plastic, casually destroying furniture and cherished items, climbing to the tops of things and staring down at you, flopping down somewhere inconvenient and staring at you, talking incessantly even when you pet him and give him food and bawww what do you WANT, cat?
You get the picture.
Cats are the worst. I grudgingly love them.