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[ostro_goth]

Teja has done as Jadis had suggestedToday, he's taken his guitar and a 'sun screen' (which turned out to be a potion in a bottle) to the part of the lake where it is a sea, and the ship that ferries the dead sometimes makes berth

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[mogget_cat]

There's a thicket of some strong-smelling herb a little ways away along the shoreline, set at the edge of the trees. It's leaves are pale green and fuzzy, its flowered tops pale purple.

There may be the occasional sound of frenzied movement coming from it.

And snickering.

And a mad, insistent purring.

[ostro_goth]

Teja keeps playing one of Toki's songs from yesterday, even though he doesn't sing at the moment.

And keeps the tail-end of his gaze upon the bush from which those happy feline sounds are emerging.

[mogget_cat]

Happy happy HAPPY feline sounds.

Rather furiously happy feline sounds.

From the rustling of the thicket of green plants, something is thrashing around in there. Someone.

And having a good time of it.

[ostro_goth]

There are not enough yowls for that to be two cats mating, even though it would be the time of year for it.

Teja puts down his guitar and gets up to walk, bare feet on warm sand, towards the bush to investigate.

[mogget_cat]

Within the thick group of winding plants is a roiling white shape, looking dazedly happy but furiously active.

"TejaTejaTejaTejaTejaTejaTejaTejaTEJA!" it warbles, trying to pounce his foot but completely overshooting the mark enough to go rolling.

[ostro_goth]

Teja laughs out loud -- briefly enough, but it is a laugh, not merely a bark.

"My Yrael!" he exclaims. "You seem utterly intoxicated!"

He turns, and bends down to the white shape where it is rolling.

[mogget_cat]

It coils about his arm like an extremely friendly snake with legs, never stopping moving, nuzzling his fingers and purring madly against them, pushing at them insistently.

"What? Me? Never! No! I'm perfectly fine fine fine fine!" Each 'fine!' is punctuated by a headbutt to the palm. A light headbutt, as he has nowhere near the balance or leverage he would need to make them substantial.

"Fiiiiiiiiiiine!" he warbles, stretching out on his back with paddypaws kicking in the air as though they can swat the light, puffy clouds out of the sky.

[ostro_goth]

Teja picks up the completely intoxicated cat and holds him, scritching and ruffling and tickling -- oh, pink paw pads!

"You are finely intoxicated," he says, "with finely intoxicating herbs, you!"

[mogget_cat]

"Iiiiiiiiiiiii!" he sings, watching the world go wooozy as he's picked up.

"Am noooo-ooh!" Gravity is that way, Yrael.

"Mebbe a bit, yeah," he says, coiling and purring within Teja's grasp.

[ostro_goth]

Teja is wearing no armour at the moment; so he holds the drugged and happy cat with bare arms against his chest, which is clad in a leather jerkin only.

Which is getting full of white cat hair just now.

"What made you so drunk?"

[mogget_cat]

There are bits and pieces of crushed catnip leaves and twigs all in his fur from when he had been thrashing around in the catnip thicket. Come this time tomorrow, he'll be vowing to burn it down.

...Only problem is that the smoke of catnip has the same affect.

"I 'unno," he mwrouls, headbutting the leather with giddy satisfaction.

[ostro_goth]

"You would have got into some intoxicating herbs," Teja says. "It might be that cat-mint you were worried about, in New Orleans?"

He cuddles the cat in his arms, running soft white fur through his fingers.

[mogget_cat]

"I s'pose," he says, wriggling and possibly trying to squeeze his way into Teja's shirt.

Because it's there! And it's warm! And purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

...but this leads to Yrael getting his head stuck. Oh dear.

[ostro_goth]

Well, between the leather and the skin, he might get stuck.

Teja, amused, tries to free his friend's head, gently, cupping a white furry cheek in his hand.

[mogget_cat]

His trapped head is eventually freed.

In a rare moment of calm, probably the eye of the storm, Yrael blinks slowly up at Teja with unfocused eyes.

"Mwrrrrrrr."

[ostro_goth]

Teja's arms are full of white, intoxicated cat; his hands are full of cat-face that he scritches.

"You would not wish for a bath, would you?" he asks, teasingly.