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[sunbaked_baker]

She remembers Cubefall, last year. It had been... fun. Interesting, at least, very much in the spirit of trying new things.

When the vidscreen appears this year, however, offering her reconfiguration choices, Rae isn't sure she'll participate. Just trying to be herself right now feels like a monumentous enough task to satisfy anybody.

The robot choice she dismisses immediately. And she has no desire to be a guy for a few days.

But the third choice... might be nice. It's certainly colorful - right up her alley. And it might offer a nice escape... the idea of flight sparks curiosity in her, the simplicity of the form meaning she doesn't have to worry about hands that may or may not be poisoned.

"Hold that thought," Sunshine says to the bar, heading over to open a window to the lake area - just in case she needs a way out, later - before returning to the bar and her vidscreen to make her choice.

~*~*~

A moment later, there is a tiny, brightly-colored passerine perched on the edge of the bar, barely larger than a hummingbird. To be specific, it is a Variable Sunbird, its upper body awash with iridescent - almost metallic - greens and blues, dark greeny-brown wings and tail, and a yellow underbody smudged with fiery orange.

Looking around with its keen, dark eyes, the bird lets out a bright call of "Tiu tiu tiu tiu!"

It probably translates as some sort of exclamation of surprise.

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[with_his_tail_high]

...well, now. That's very interesting.

And appetizing.

[sunbaked_baker]

The bird chitters loudly at the cat - seriously, it sounds like the language must be comprised solely of curses - and tries out its wings. It has faced bigger and badder things that you, cat!

At least, she had when she was human.

[with_his_tail_high]

The cat ignores the chittering. He just crouches down, pupils wide, tail twitching...

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae may not be a cat or a dog person, but she knows that stance. Here's to morphic memory helping with the whole flying thing, because now's not the time to perch around.

The hummingbird-sized bird takes off, hovering over by a table, some five feet off the ground.

[with_his_tail_high]

The cat leaps--a quarter-second too late. He recovers quickly to face the bird from another angle and drop into the crouch again.

[sunbaked_baker]

This would be the bird's cue to keep moving, always at least five feet away from the nearest surface (in a bar this size, it's hard to find a place further away than that).

[with_his_tail_high]

The cat darts into the shadows under a table and--

--holy CRAP how'd he get into the rafters all of a sudden?

[sunbaked_baker]

Gods and friggin' angels, where did it go? It may be best to take advantage of that window she left open, earlier. This isn't exactly how she envisioned using it, but needs must, when there's a cat on your tailfeathers.

[with_his_tail_high]

There's a large dark blur descending on you, Sunshine...

[sunbaked_baker]

And a bright blur speeding towards the open window, clearing the sill of the world.