This place is the cat's pajamas! [OPEN]

[mammalhats]

WHO: Nepeta Leijon (AU) and open to anyone living in/visiting the Trollhouse.
WHAT: FIRST MEETINGS
WHERE: Assorted places in the Trollhouse
WHEN: Throughout the day! Just say when and where it is in your first tag so I know <3
WARNINGS: None so far. But knowing everyone involved there are bound to be some later.
SUMMARY: It’s Nepeta’s first full

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[seeingtwofold]

[Sollux has been having an extremely rough couple weeks, and it doesn't take a lot of time or observation skills to see it. He's spent most days in the recent past either sleeping or staring into space in the throes of varying levels of maple syrup highs.]

[Right now he's sitting in the living room doing just that. He theoretically came down there intending on doing something useful with himself, but all it's manifested as is him sitting there kind of staring at his knees.]

[KIDS AND FUN, PEOPLE.]

[mammalhats]

[Nepta almost bounces into the living room, hands full of Terezi-cat who she'd found wandering in the hallways, before she spots Sollux. She backs away a little, against the doorframe, and watches the figure for a moment. She recognizes him immediately as Sollux, one of the cops that Terezi works with. They hadn't been that close, but she could tell that something's wrong. That and he's absolutely tinier than the Sollux she knows.

She moves Terezi-cat so she's laying across her shoulders, and slinks into the room.]

Sollux?

[seeingtwofold]

[There's a delay before he looks at her, like his brain is having trouble putting together the fact that someone has just entered the room. He narrows his eyes in hazy confusion. Something is off about her but he can't place what.]

...Hey.

[He looks away again, thinking.]

You're the other one, aren't you.

[mammalhats]

[She tilts her head as he looks at her, keeping her distance for the moment.]

Yeah! The other one. The older one! [She frowns a little, and then sways a little, moving closer] Are you okay, little Sollux?

[prodigypyrope]

[ In spite of all of the things that were going on (and surprisingly, a lot of things seemed to be going on at once) it was obvious that her mood had gotten considerably better now that the older Nepeta was around too. ]

[ Right now it's the not-so-early morning and Terezi, whose previous day was quite tiring for some reason, is about to wake up. Squirming and yawning, she's attempting to keep her eyes shut and sleep for a while longer. Hopefully you enjoy cuddling, Nepeta, because your friend has a habit of doing that. ]

[mammalhats]

[Somehow, Nepeta had managed to actually get to sleep in the early hours of the morning wrapped around Terezi and one of the two cats. It was a light one though, and with her head buried in Terezi's side, it's not long before she starts to stir with all the moving that Terezi is doing.

She's not quite ready to wake up from her catnap though, and promptly curls tighter around Terezi, purring slightly.]

[prodigypyrope]

[ Terezi notices that - consciousness is slowly taking over despite her best efforts to go back to sleep and she absently reaches up to pet and gently scratch Nepeta's head, much like she would do to the cats.

She mumbles something in her sleep - something slurred along the lones of 'too early for consciousness' - and very nearly rolls onto the side. ]

[mammalhats]

[The moment the scratching starts, Nepeta purrs louder, and stretches up against Terezi, into the hair pettings, much like a cat would. Her eyes are shut, and shes smiling.

Once Terezi mumbles something, she curls right up against her again and murmurs happily.]

[harshwhimsy]

Gamzee has been in a self induced, maple syrup haze since finally coming up out of the basement. The sticky, sweet stuff wasn't the same as sopor slime, but close enough that it kept certain thoughts at bay. But he was still an addict and without the slime he still seemed rougher around the edges than normal, and he wasn't even wearing his traditional clown make-up.

There were a few bottles of syrup out on the counter in the kitchen, and he stood in front of the refrigerator with the door open. Just staring. Lost somewhere in his own head for the time being.

[mammalhats]

Nepeta has spent most of the morning exploring and looking for people, and so far, she's not managed to fill out many names on tiny-Alternian bingo. She turned the corner and practically bounds into a familiar, considerably shorter, fuzzy haired Alternian. She manages to skid to a halt before she makes contact with him, but manages to catch a whiff of the amount of syrup that was coming off him in waves.

"Gamzee!" she said, delightedly. "Little Gamzee! Are you making pancakes?"

[harshwhimsy]

He actually jumps a good distance off the floor as he spins around, nearly falling all over himself in the process. "Woahfuck!"

Gamzee blinks up at her. Holy shit, Nepeta got big. No wait... What?

Just when he had to get all confused about miracles, they were literally happening all over the place.

He absently rubbed at the healing gash across his face, the raw purple nearly the same color as the star that got plastered over his eye on arrival. "Haha, naaaaaw. Was gonna make a motherfuckin pie, yeah? But then I got to thinkin that I never made a pie outta syrup before 'n then I up 'n got all spaced out cuz I was thinkin too hard."

[mammalhats]

She blinked a little when she noticed the star, her own blazed across her wrist. She'd been told they were so people knew who they were, but she was pretty sure the fact that they were Alternians gave that away. Still, it was weird to see Gamzee with something like that on his face.

She smiled though, peering into the fridge. She wasn't that good at baking (mostly she just ate her stuff extra rare) but she'd had a maple and pecan pie before.

"I think you can make one with syrup in it, but not made completely out of syrup!"

She was beaming widely. It was so weird to see Gamzee so tiny.