Closed RP, cats-to-humans--for the Jellicles among us

[cockneycat]

Rumpleteazer, coddling the bottle of precious that will apparently turn her human, along with every other Jellicle in this place, is currently purring.

Bustin' out.On a squashy chair, she looks down to the floor every now and then to see if Quaxo and Mungojerrie have arrived yet. What fun this will be

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[pollicle_zapper]

Quaxo bounced down the stairs from the dorm he was sharing with Kaylee and hurried up to Teazer.

"Hullo!" he grinned. "Got your note, and I didn't eat the mouse either! What's up?"

[cockneycat]

'Goood boy,' she grins, glad Mistoffelees isn't out. It's harder to trick him.

'Hey, I got this new stuff from the kitchens, want a taste?'

[pollicle_zapper]

He sniffed the bottle. "Hm... Smells kinda interesting! What is it?"

[cockneycat]

'A very very new drink that I just had to let my friends try,' she replies, a glimmer of evilness in her eye. 'Go on!'

[pollicle_zapper]

He shrugged. "Magic can do quite a lot of other things, however... Rather a lot of things. It is rather practical to have around."

Since there was nothing better for him to do, he sat down in a chair next to her. "So... Skimbleshanks and Jennyanydots are going to get pranked with this potion?" He grinned and leaned back. "Interesting... Let me know if you need any magical assistance. Or will burglar stealth be sufficient?""

[cockneycat]

'Maybe I'll need your help,' she says lazily, watching the colours of the flames finally appear to her eyes.

Stretching, 'Or maybe I'll ask my mate. Depends who'll be the most useful.'

[pollicle_zapper]

"Oh yes, your mate," said Mistoffelees dryly. "Can't personally see what use..." He interrupted himself, not wanting a fight. "How is he, then? Haven't seen him in a while." He smirked. "Cuts and bruises healed okay?"

[cockneycat]

Teazer glares. 'He's still my mate. He's suited to me. And yes, thank you for asking, they have.'

Frosty today.

[catofcockney]

Mungojerrie would have come sooner if it weren't for a particular rat that happened to cross his path on the way there. He made it to the common room though. Better late than never, after all.

"Now what's all this about...?" All he saw was humans. No Rumpleteazer. Not underneath the sofa, not in the corner, and not a scent anywhere. Mungojerrie looked suspiciously at the two humans. "Right. Have ya seen another cat around here, mates?"

[cockneycat]

'Oh, yeah, she said to give you this,' says Rumpleteazer, putting on a posh accent. She puts the open bottle in front of him. 'She's going to be back soon, though. Mungojerrie, right?'

[catofcockney]

"Yeaahh..." He replied. Mungojerrie's eyes refused to live the woman's face. For some reason, she was familiar. Did he steal a necklace from her at one point?

Mungojerrie approached the bottle and sniffed it. "She's not tryin' to poison me, is she?"

[cockneycat]

'Why'd she do that?' asks the woman, slightly keener interest showing.

[pollicle_zapper]

"Yes. A game," Mistoffelees deadpanned. "Nothing to get so worked up about... You need to relax more." He smirked slightly. "I could help you with that."

[cockneycat]

Is Mistoffelees hitting on Mungojerrie? Teazer sincerely hopes not.

'Play nice, now, boys...' she warns. 'Or I'm buggering off.'

[catofcockney]

"A very friendly game," Mungojerrie, being totally oblivious on whether or not Mistoffelees actually was hitting on him, retorted, "I'm relaxed enough as it is, mate. Don't come a step closer.'

Attention back on Rumpleteazer, Mungojerrie said, "And what? I am being a perfect gentleman, love."

[pollicle_zapper]

"Well, Teazer and I are friends, aren't we, Teaze?" asked Mistoffelees with a glance at her. "And friends tend to play friendly little games... And I always play nice."

He shrugged. "Fine. I was just going to offer to conjure up some clothes for you, mate, but by all means. Feel free to run around in that duvet as much as you like. I personally couldn't care less."

There was an amused glint in his eyes.