Day in the Life

[emptyyourself]

[Who:] Severus Snape (cat), Martha Jones, Tony Foster, Arthas, Open
[What:] A day in the life of the worst cat ever.
[When:] Er, backdated to yesterday. I was unavailable.
[Where:] All over!

You know how it's done! Chime in or add your own threads. I'm up for anything but death.

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Around 10 - Log for Martha [Closed]

[emptyyourself]

Severus was still a cat. He didn't like this situation at all, and Martha's suggestion that he play with cat toys or sleep had been completely dismissed out-of-hand. Out-of-paw. Whatever. Instead, he had spent his time making a nuisance of himself. If he was going to be miserable, so was everyone else.

Simpering Dustmop had taken to hiding under the bed now, but he didn't dare cross Boe. The cat had taken a perfunctory warning swipe at his nose when he'd tried to fight for Martha's attention. Instead, he simply got underfoot or stared up at her mournfully. He couldn't reach doorknobs. He couldn't get his own food. He couldn't talk. He didn't want to consider the problems that would arise when he had to use the litter pan.

Now, he paced just outside the door of the infirmary, stubbornly making as much of a racket as possible and shooting angry cat-glares at the support staff. Every now and again, he stopped to see if anyone (Martha) was paying attention.

Around 10 - Log for Martha [Closed]

[thegooddrjones]

Martha had dealt with him being a nuisance while they were in their room, and she'd dealt with him just being underfoot and meowing at her. She definitely hadn't had anywhere near as hard of a time with this as he currently was having. Of course Martha also liked being touched and sleeping without nightmares and having a good excuse to not have to deal with real life; her husband didn't seem to be having a good time with it.

She'd summarily banished him from the infirmary. It wasn't hygienic to have a cat in there, especially when people like Rex were allergic to cats. Despite the looks and yowling and in general feeling like her husband was possibly going to smother her in her sleep, she'd been firm on this notion.

However, after so long of him doing that, Martha's patience was wearing thin. She quickly headed towards him when he stopped to see if she was paying attention. "Oi!" She announced quickly. "Would you please stop this?"

[emptyyourself]

When she approached him, he sat back on his haunches and stared up at her morosely. She was being unfeeling. He wasn't safe like this. He was constantly in danger of being stepped on or kicked or eaten by the likes of Sirius Black. Martha could protect him, and she had exiled him to the hall.

When she snapped at him, he meowed at her, trying to convey - for the millionth time since last night - that he did not like being in this situation. Also, hungry. The smell of food from the dining hall was seeping down through the roof, and while she might not be able to detect the scent, it was maddening to him.

What did Simpering Dustmop do when he wanted something? Severus thought for a moment, then groaned inwardly. This was going to be humiliating.

He stood and began to rub up against her legs, making that ridiculous purring noise. At least he had learned to control it. This was embarrassing -

Hm. She smelled like him now. He could make her smell like she- Oh, territory! Perk!

[thegooddrjones]

Martha knew he didn't like being in this situation. At this point everyone on the second level knew about his unhappiness with the situation, and with her. There was the distinct possibility that the entire barge knew it by now.

She bent over when he sat back on his haunches, and lord was she surprised when he started to rub against her legs. For a moment Martha was too surprised to say anything in response to it. Quickly she bent down and took him in her arms again, absently rubbing his head.

"Alright, love, you need something." She spoke softly. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

2:00 - Wandering the Halls

[emptyyourself]

Still a cat, but now fed and watered (literally - embarrassing, that.) He couldn't keep harassing his wife all day, so he set out to find his inmate. It was all a matter of singling out the scent of one inmate from the horrific muddle of smells with which he found himself inundated at the moment.

People. Cats. Hyenas. Dogs. Lions. Birds. Mice. The ship was a zoo.

He started from level one and works his way down.

2:00 - level one.

[darknessb4me]

One lion in particular had apparently sharpened his claws all over Tirion Fordring's door and then gone to sleep in front of it. The blood matting its front paws and muzzle stood out against the white fur.

Jesus Christ, it's a lion.

Turn to page 15 to get in the car.

2:00 - level one.

[emptyyourself]

Snape had encountered a lot of animals in his time. Dangerous animals. Dragons. Manticores. Centaurs. Acromantulas. Skrewts.

With a wand, he knew how to handle them. He knew when to run away or hold still or hex. He had never, however, been a cat, and had never been face-to-face with said cat's wild, oversized cousin.

He froze.

2:00 - level one. PS that icon is so cute, i want to fluffle him :C

[darknessb4me]

The lion yawned and propped one paw over its face. There was a thin, old scar across its muzzle about where Arthas normally had one at the bridge of his nose.

"I'm much saner when I've eaten, you know."

It opened one eye, then shut it again. There was something that sounded remarkably like the lion version of a snort. Yup, he's laughing at your tiny catness.

4:00 - Deck

[emptyyourself]

Still unable to manage to get doors open despite having given it his best effort, he was stuck outside. He sat on the deck, upright, tail twitching, mulling over his situation and the conversation he'd had with Mozenrath.

He glanced around to see if anyone was watching. No one seemed to be. After a long moment, he eased down and flopped over on to his back.

It didn't feel good. It made him dizzy. And tired.

Re: 4:00 - Deck

[with_discipline]

There was something quite useful about the length of her legs, no matter how odd they looked. T'Pol had managed to do some research early on in the flood; maned wolves were fascinating creatures, though she sincerely hoped she didn't come upon any mice.

Pulling open the door to the deck - admittedly, with some difficulty - T'Pol trotted out to begin a curious sweep of the area. Her IDIC hung from around her neck; if she felt the sudden and sincere need to enter the pool, she reassured herself, she could. As it was, the black cat on the deck caught her interest instead.

She sniffed at the ground as she trotted toward it, wondering who it was - though that was a question easily answered with a few quick sniffs. "Are you well, Severus?"

Better yet, maybe he'd want to play.

4:00 - Deck

[emptyyourself]

"Dizzy and tired" had quickly turned into "...this isn't so bad...", and Severus had begun to drift off to sleep. The complex mess of smells from the other animals was ignored for the moment, and he didn't notice T'Pol's approach until she spoke.

As though guilty of his actions (caught red-handed, enjoying being a cat), he scrambled to get himself upright, his fur standing on end and ears laid back. He backpedaled away from the animal and puffed himself up considerably, trying to make himself seem larger. No wand. No size. A little bit of disorientation.

After a second or two, he relaxed slightly. "T'Pol?"

4:00 - Deck

[with_discipline]

"Yes." Surak, the smells. Things that she usually wished for nasal numbing agent when she encountered them were now fascinating. The fact that he still smelled like Severus, despite being a cat - and with the added cat smells - was utterly distracting. But his puff up made her crouch, as if that would help; she'd still tower over any cat. Besides, she was stretching her neck out to continue her study of scents.

"Did I wake you?"

7:00 - Kitchen

[emptyyourself]

Tired of waiting for food, he paced outside the dining hall, indecisive for a moment, then decided to risk it. He couldn't be expected to wait. And the place was a zoo, anyhow. There was no sense in barring animals from specific rooms (except the infirmary, though he found that mildly unfair).

He stalked inside, glad Paddy wasn't around any longer - he suspected the man might aim a kick at him if he was. He sat himself down at the door of kitchen and began to yowl.

Good attention-getter, that noise.

7:00 - Kitchen

[scarlet_discord]

From inside, the sound of chopping stopped for a moment. "Uhoh, hungry kitty." At least it wasn't another damn lion. Wanda padded over and opened the door carefully. She was a bit pale, eyes sunken and hair still Ligerlicked up from Rhade's affections. And she smelled as if she had been, or possibly still was, smuggling small fuzzy creatures around with her.

"Come on in. I'll chop up some meat for you." She wavered a little.

Re: 7:00 - Kitchen

[emptyyourself]

He didn't know this woman. She smelled like too many animals. Like Noah's gothic daughter. Severus stared up at her indecisively, torn between wanting food and worrying whether she'd chop him up for someone's dinner.

Finally, he let out another yowling cry and padded into the kitchen.

7:00 - Kitchen

[scarlet_discord]

Wanda put a strip of beefsteak in the pan and seared it to kill the bacteria, then threw it on the chopping block and started in on it with the cleaver. Then she scraped it into a shallow bowl and set it on the counter. "Here you go." No idea if this was someone's pet or one of her neighbors, but dealing with a cat required a certain decorum. Including not putting the bowl on the floor.

Open

[emptyyourself]

[Whenever, wherever.]

Re: Open

[mightymorbid]

[Mozenrath happens to catch Snape on their floor, as he rounds the corner from the stairwell. He assumes it's Snape, anyway, and not another person-turned-cat that just happens to look exactly like the one he became. Since he's approaching from behind he decides on a little mischief and crouches low, reading his hind legs to spring.]

Re: Open

[emptyyourself]

[Snape doesn't notice Mozenrath. He's quite bad at this distinguishing-smells thing, and carries on his way, completely unsuspecting of his inmate.]

Re: Open

[mightymorbid]

[Mozenrath starts out at a spring, the lightning-quick patter of his tiny feet not apparent until it's almost too late, when he pounces.]