EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar - Cubefall Happy Hour

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate dismissed her vidscreen without making a selection yesterday, due to one fuzzy distraction that proved to be an all-day affair. Let no man question the loyalty of a dog.

However, this morning she was presented with the same selection of Cubefall configurations. She has to admit after watching Tommy for a day, the idea of being something else for a little while is attractive. Something without worrisome thoughts. She eyes her vidscreen carefully.


1) 2) 3) 4)


Her hand hovers over option two for a moment; it's comfortable, familiar, but lacks the mental check-out she's looking for. She bobs between options three and four for a second, before she leaps, tapping the screen.


There is a fluffy, white kitten on the Bar, with orange-cream boots and matching markings on her face. She's old enough to be gangly, past the chubby baby stage and into her pre-teens. In cat years, of course. Still, she wobbles a little as she tries to walk, paws sliding out from under her on the polished surface.

"Mew!"

Presently, a note appears on the Bar in front of her pink little nose.

Keep an eye on things while you sleep? You must be joking! Miss Bar?

"Mew?!"


Well. Happy Hour appears to be open. The specials board is ... blank. Your feline bartender is sitting, half-asleep, waiting expectantly to fill your order. Just don't expect much.


[ooc: Happy Hour is open from now until I fall over. Kate's style of serving will likely be whatever's light enough for her to push around or carry in her jaws, so be prepared for some hijinks and wrong orders coming through. I'll be reachable in crackchat for the evening. ^__^ ETA: Calling it a night. Will pick up tags Thursday evening, thank you so much everyone! This made my day.]

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[the_fairest]

"Well, don't you look familiar." There's a quiet voice for her.

About as quiet as the sitting on the stool in front of the semi-snoozing kitten had been.

Mary Margaret reaches out to pet the forehead of it. "I did that last year. Be careful when you jump down the first time."

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate wakes up reluctantly, pupils thinning at the new patron.

"Mew!"

Last year? Kate met some cats last year! Maybe she met you!

"Mew?"

The forehead pets are appreciated.

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret grinned a little wider, petting her.

"It would help if I'd gotten to remember how to understand you, huh?"

[jack_f_twist]

There's a cowboy contemplating the Legos lying around, the blank special board, and the half-grown feline dozing on top of the bar.





That furrow in his brow suggests maybe Jack lost track of the time, here. Could be he wasn't exactly anticipating coming face to face with a furball like the one currently taking up space on Bar's top. Could be he's just wondering what he might be able to order that would be feasible for the thing to bring to him.

Either way, he bends a little, callused palms on his thighs, to come eye-to-eye with the fluffy little critter, studying it with deep curiosity.

"Now how'n the hell are you supposed to take orders, huh?"

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate's eyes snap open, a jewel-like blue honing in on the cowboy brave enough to come within striking distance of a clearly dangerous animal.

"Squeak!"



Well, that was rather undignified. It's just that recognition dawned on her, coupled with delight so strong it made talking around the purr bubbling up in the back of her throat a touch difficult.

She gets to her paws right quick, forelegs sliding out from under her a little bit. She corrects herself, and headbutts Mr. Twist in the cheek, following through with the rest of her body. The purr is growing to motorboat volumes.

[ostro_goth]

A black cat appears on the counter and greets her with amusement.

[ikissdhimbck]

!!!

CAT.


Kate's hackles go up before recognition dawns on her. She doesn't make a move, waiting to see if they're friend or foe.

[mogget_cat]

There may be a pale someone leaning down to fold his arms on the bar and rest his chin more on her level. The not'cat might be grinning at the half-grown kitten.

"If I were cruel, I would order something from the top shelf."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Mrrrrrrrr."

How lovely to see you, Yrael.

Kate cocks her ears half back, intense blue eyes unflinching. And then, since he did make an effort to be at her level, she starts grooming his hair.

[morethanprops]

Moist has been collecting shinies, there are a lot of them around the Bar and making piles of them to later be taken upstairs.

At one point he goes by the counter and goes over to the cat and makes a sound at it, he doesn't speak cat, but it looks confused.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate opens her eyes, and you can almost hear the schooooom as her pupils dilate.

Weasel! Oh my god!

Kate's butt starts wriggling underneath her, half out of excitement and half out of a need to pounce. Will she? Won't she?

Wiggle. Wiggle wiggle. Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle ...

The blue of her eyes is a thin corona around deep, deep black.

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius has opted out of the Cubefall configurations this year and so he is his very human self when he approaches the counter.

He's also not alone.

Red worms her way out of his arms - "Oi! Where're you off too?" - to give the sleepy kitten a head swat in greeting.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate backs up and hisses as a default reaction, wide, accusatory eyes trained on Red.

Oh, this is war.



Or she'll lose her gumption after a few seconds of arched back and wary growling, and just sit down and stare.

[gavin62truck]

And then suddenly--


--there's a HUGE SHAGGY HEAD and two HUGE HAIRY PAWS that are as BIG AS HER FACE propped up on the bar.


It's Tommy, standing on his hind legs, and pretty much reaching his usual height as a human.

[ikissdhimbck]

"MEEP!"

Kate jumps in a way only cats can — straight up in the air about a foot high, toes spread in alarm. When she lands back on the Bar, she hisses at Tommy and thumps his nose, keeping her claws retracted.

NOT FUNNY.

Can't she get a moment of peace?


And then, collecting herself, she nuzzles the spot where she smacked him, just in case it hurt.

[hopeitsworthit]

"You know," Dean says, sitting at the bar a few spots down, "all this kinda seems pretty unhygienic."

If you know what he's saying.

"You got a lint brush back there?"

Cubefall is fricking weird.

He's getting used to it.

[ikissdhimbck]

!!!

Are you suggesting that Kate sheds?

She gives him the penetrating, soulless glare of a cat you would think has been doing this all its life. Apparently, some things come without a lick of practice.

[a1enzo]

Three other fuzzy creatures converge on the bar. One descends through the air with an enthusiastic cry of "Emo!" Another, following the first from the ground, jumps up onto a stool, while the presence of a third can be deduced by the yapping from floor level.

[ikissdhimbck]

The yapping snags her attention first, making her hackles rise. She looks like the quintessential Hallowe'en cat in white.

She growls, but the dog is the least of her worries. There's a little squirrel-thing flying at her, and something else entirely hopping up onto a stool, and Kate doesn't know which direction to go in. She backs to the left, then she backs to the right, hunkering in on herself to keep her soft fleshy areas safe from threat.

[says_the_booyah]

Cy wasn't grabbed by any of the choices he was given this year, so he's just passing his time building a replica of Titans Tower. Thirsty, he wanders over to the bar.

And sees a kitten. "Well, aren't you the cutest thing."

[ikissdhimbck]

She blinks her blue eyes at him and mewls.

Cy! Cy! She knows Cy.

She prances a little, hoping he doesn't notice the way she trips over her own paws. She is grace personified, here!

[forgottenmotley]

Ahhh... the little bartender is being stalked by a black kitten in a top hat.

And then... POUNCE.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Meep!"

The kitten wails briefly, curling her tail protectively around her paws. Blue eyes blink toward her assailant ...



Oh my god look at the tiny hat!

[numbered_doctor]

For the last day or so, Remy's spent her time exploring in a somewhat retreaded form. Eventually, though, her nose brings her to the bar and Kate's liable snuffling before a shaggy head peers up from the ground to check out the bar counter.

There's a polite wuff in greeting, and wagging of her tail as the small kitten is inspected.

[ikissdhimbck]

The kitten's back arches, the blue of her eyes giving way to black, black, black.

Dog! Big, shaggy dog that isn't Tommy! With lots of fur and great big teeth!

She hops in as threatening a fashion as she can muster.