Open log full of cats!
Who: Ocelot, and open to anyone in sector 1 (AGI territory)!
When: July 21, afternoon
Where: Sector 1, near the Afterglow xXx Club.
Summary: Ocelot's just wandering around... with lots of cats.
Warnings: None yet!
[Ocelot has no idea why a troop of cats is following him, with enough devotion to pad on through the greasy wet puddles of the city streets as cold drizzle rains down. They tag along close to the flashing spurs on his heels, mewling and waving their tails like flags.]
[But there's plenty he does know, for a man who has barely seen the port. Being dropped in during the night and getting a nasty tear in his Spetsnaz jacket taught him that some things were just too fast or too strong to be affected by bullets. In the sunlight that followed soon after, he learned of his location and time. Ocelot is a reluctant believer in supernatural things, and wastes no time with doubting his sanity over the surreal new reality. Despite his exceptionally up-front style, he carries some of the paranoia of a well-trained spy, and is measuring his location and studying the dozens of years lost. He's sure that the game has completely changed.]
[A block away from the flash and sound of the Afterglow xXx Club, Ocelot stops, which gives the cats opportunity to surround his ankles with affectionate rubs. As cute as it is, he knows that being surrounded by animals will complicate his access to certain buildings and people.]
You should go home. I don't have anything for you.
[All he gets in response is a rumble of purrs. Crouching down, he stares at the clowder of cats.]
...Mrrowr.
[That one flat experimental meow of his own only excites the cats, starting a chorus of responding meows. Clearly, it didn't help anything. But he's unable to resist petting one of them at that point, despite the fur that sticks to his clean red gloves. He smiles to himself.]
When: July 21, afternoon
Where: Sector 1, near the Afterglow xXx Club.
Summary: Ocelot's just wandering around... with lots of cats.
Warnings: None yet!
[Ocelot has no idea why a troop of cats is following him, with enough devotion to pad on through the greasy wet puddles of the city streets as cold drizzle rains down. They tag along close to the flashing spurs on his heels, mewling and waving their tails like flags.]
[But there's plenty he does know, for a man who has barely seen the port. Being dropped in during the night and getting a nasty tear in his Spetsnaz jacket taught him that some things were just too fast or too strong to be affected by bullets. In the sunlight that followed soon after, he learned of his location and time. Ocelot is a reluctant believer in supernatural things, and wastes no time with doubting his sanity over the surreal new reality. Despite his exceptionally up-front style, he carries some of the paranoia of a well-trained spy, and is measuring his location and studying the dozens of years lost. He's sure that the game has completely changed.]
[A block away from the flash and sound of the Afterglow xXx Club, Ocelot stops, which gives the cats opportunity to surround his ankles with affectionate rubs. As cute as it is, he knows that being surrounded by animals will complicate his access to certain buildings and people.]
You should go home. I don't have anything for you.
[All he gets in response is a rumble of purrs. Crouching down, he stares at the clowder of cats.]
...Mrrowr.
[That one flat experimental meow of his own only excites the cats, starting a chorus of responding meows. Clearly, it didn't help anything. But he's unable to resist petting one of them at that point, despite the fur that sticks to his clean red gloves. He smiles to himself.]