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There's a not'cat napping on the couch, lulled by the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Or possibly she was lulled to sleep by the exceptionally large tome full of general descriptions and histories of various inhabited planets in the universe.

She'd gotten as far as the volume concerning the letter C before drifting off.

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Nikola spots the not'cat napping and smirks to himself as he steps over to her, plucking the volume in question from her and flopping (heavily) onto the couch to peruse it.

Yrael wakes slowly, stretching luxuriously as she yawns.

And possibly shifting to settle her legs across the offending vampire's lap.

The book is full of pages-long entries for planets like Crestus (whose inhabitants built their cities in caverns left by an unknown race from millenia before), Chavic Five (its history only goes up to the collapse of its government, for then the planet was closed to outside visitors and immigrants), Calufrax (encased in ice but threatened by the impending collapse of its sun), and Cotter Palluni's World (where the skies are constantly bombarded with electrical storms, giving the inhabitants an endlessly renewable source of energy around which their society is based).

Nikola is fascinated by the book that put Yrael to sleep.

Enough so that when the feet in question end up in his lap, he only lifts his arms to make room for them and keeps reading.

And they called him mad for sending radio waves to Mars.

Admittedly, Yrael had already been through volumes A and B of the inhabited worlds of the universe. In a day. Because yes, the sheer number of worlds that could be out there to explore and learn about is astounding, and promising.

But the warmth of the fire and coziness of the couch had simply called to her, and she hadn't resisted. She had trusted that the book would still be there when she awoke again.

"Future vacation plans," she says, smiling at the rapt look on his face.

Silly not'cat, trusting things will remain stable with electric vamps in the bar.

"Your world or someone else's?" Nikola asks, finally looking up from the book with a boyish grin.

"Everyone else's worlds already have so much of a head-start when it comes to making me interested in visiting," she says, sitting up and scooting closer so she might see what page he's comes to rest on.

It doesn't take much to beat the Old Kingdom for preference, in Yrael's mind.

Those in the book are all science-based worlds, nothing like the Charter-kept Old Kingdom.

Oh, he hasn't made it past Cotter Palluni's World.

"Spring break?"

"Are we in school, that we must wait until an appointed time?" she asks, tilting her head.

The page he's on makes her smile. Yeaaah. She figured as much.

"Just curious what occasion prompted the desire for vacation," he says, smirking before turning back to the book.

Did we mention he's fascinated?

"The opportunity is all that is needed to pique my interest in going somewhere new," she grins. "Most of the time, not even the opportunity is needed. Just a suggestion."

"As in this case, it was finding the full set of these in the library upstairs."

Twenty-six volumes, one for each letter of the alphabet, then countless more for those planets whose names have no workable translation.

"Do you know what world they're in, then? Any idea how to get to them?"

His fingers idly play with her toes as he flips to another page.

"It doesn't say, frustratingly," Yrael says, wiggling her toes with a smile. "Publishers rarely know, I suppose, how to designate which part of the multiverse they're in."

"The Bar might know how to find which world from which these can be accessed, though how to find someone from that world who might open the door..."

"An industry failing if ever there were one," Nikola says, smirking, dragging a fingertip down the bottom of her foot.

"I'm sure, if you could find them, you'd have no trouble persuading them."

"I agree completely," she smiles. Her toes curl, and there is perhaps a hint of a purr from Yrael's throat. "Though I may be a bit rusty in the persuading department."

Like hell she is.

(ooc: Mun is running away for sleep before she has to go to work in the morning. In other news, she just finished reading a snicker-inducing graphic novel called "The Five Fists of Science!" in which Nikola Tesla and Mark Twain use science to defeat demons summoned from hell by Edison, J.P. Morgan, and Andrew Carnegie, who practice black magic. Worth a read, though very silly.)

Edited 2011-02-02 06:24 (UTC)

Nikola chuckles, and his finger continues to draw out that hint of purr. "If you need practice, I volunteer myself."

[ooc: Hee. I've heard of this. I need to get a hold of it.]

"You know, you are possibly the most generous person I've met when it comes to volunteering your time and efforts," Yrael grins, scooting closer. "And you're not one for doing anything halfway, either. That's rare."

Just ignore the fact that she's mostly in his lap by now.

"I know. And yet people keep insisting that I'm selfish. I don't know how they're coming up with this conclusion..."

Nikola is definitely not ignoring it. In fact, she's mostly taken the place of the book by now, fascinating as it was.

She runs her fingers through his hair, speaking to the hollow beneath his ear. "Perhaps they believe your innate altruism hides sinister motives beneath the surface."

"Or they're merely naturally suspicious," Nikola murmurs, his eyes closing at the touch.

The open pages of Volume C is a good place for a cat to settle down for a nap, isn't it?

Of course.

It might, should the not'cat wander back towards wakefulness at any point, even get scritches.

Being a welcome addition to someone's lap isn't quite as satisfying as intruding between a person and his/her reading material, but the cat'll take it. A deep, undulating purr rises from his furry chest.

Yrael would do her best to make it worth not intruding. She's been on the receiving end of scritches just as many times as she's been on the giving side - she knows what feels bone-meltingly good.

Oh, yeahhhh. It'd almost be worth becoming a housecat for this.

Almost.

"I'm almost tempted to put bows in your fur," she murmurs, comfortably.

Since just because Yrael is shaped like a woman doesn't mean the not'cat is not still a bastard.

That purr? Suddenly sounds more like a growl. And the black cat's claws are digging into Yrael's thigh.

"Blue or pink," Yrael muses. "Which do you think? Or green, to match your eyes?"

She's grinning. It's so easy to wind some creatures up.

"Or perhaps red." The claws dig in deeper. Not!cats don't bleed, do they?

There's a severe lack of anything to bleed.

"Sounds good to me," she agrees, smiling. "It'll make a nice contrast against the black."

The cat leaps out of Yrael's lap and stalks away in a huff.

She smiles after him, shaking her head. Some creatures.

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