[ DRAFT 23 ] 4th Wall Day

[metharchy]

[Meth's communicator clicks on, set to video. Call it an accident if it will make you feel better. :>

Anyone paying attention will notice the video screen is pointing forward, showing as she reaches forward to open a door on deck twelve. Meth twists the handle and opens the door to reveal the entire thing is filled with classic toys like tinker toys, lincoln logs, legos, jacks, marbles, and small barrels of plastic monkeys. The toys spill from the top, noisily flooding the hallway and the floor around Meth's feet.]

Blighted...

[She hisses through her teeth as she tries to shove everything inside and shut the door again, without success.

Approach?]

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[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth would never admit to anyone that she likes cats, or finds it fascinating when they go into this sort of playful hunting mode. Still, she finds herself completely diverted by the small animal in front of her, eyes locked on its movements and the logs.

When the cat has, after what appears to be a mighty battle, captured both logs, Meth grins widely.]

You definitely showed them who was in charge. Maybe we should get you some kind of real reward, hm?

[Meth gets up to her feet and makes a noise with her tongue behind her teeth, trying to call the cat to follow her.]

[tweakinabox.livejournal.com]

[One lovely thing about cats: they never expect an explanation from you. Yes, they know on some level that a person likes them or not; it's a born cat ability. However, one would never deliberately out the knowledge.

He watches her, listening to her rather intently and feels himself puff up with pride. He rolls over and claims a log as she clucks at him and he pads along behind, tail held high as he holds his 'spoils of war' proudly in his mouth.

He's not certain where they're off to, but it could be quite promising! And .. there might be food and scritching!]

*dies* Spoils of war!

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth's gait is leisurely as she leads the cat away from the mess of toys behind them and toward the buffet. She's pretty sure that there was salmon and ponk on the menu today, and rewarding the cat, for simply amusing her if nothing else, seems like as good a plan as any.

When they arrive, Meth grabs a plate and makes quick work of going through the buffet and grabbing bits of meat here and there. There's a decent selection, and it seems relatively fresh. Of course, she doubts the cat would mind that much if it was a couple hours cold.

Meth takes it over to a table and sits, cutting it up into smaller pieces for her temporary companion.]

He's quite the little killer .. when he feels like it!

[tweakinabox.livejournal.com]

[He follows along quite curiously, so far as cats are. He pauses here and there to sniff things during his walk: a wall, a few other passengers, but ends up tailing right behind Meth again before she gets too far.

The smells of the buffet catch his attention and he 'mrows' around a mouthful of lincoln log. He watches her quite intently as she begins to load up a plate and finally drops the lincoln log as she takes a seat at a nearby table. He begins weaving around her legs, mrowling.]

Mrow .. mrrr mrew meow rowwwow!

I'm in love with all the iconsss~

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth looked down to the cat then, feeling too lazy to actually reach down to pick it up, or beckon to it, she used her power to lift it up onto the table on the other side of the plate of food.

Then she reached out to push the plate toward that cat, who she hoped wasn't going to freak out about being picked up by invisible forces.]

Why go 1/2 way? He deserved the full 15!

[tweakinabox.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't seem entirely phased by being lifted by some invisible force, but then his attention is pretty riveted on the meat she is cutting up just now. He seems to care less when he is suddenly nose to plate with all kinds of tasty meat products!]

Mrow! meowwow mrrr mrrt rt mrow!

[He paces the table eagerly and then Meth pushes the plate to him and he looks from it to her and back again. If a cat could look disbelieving, this one would! He remains for a moment before practically floating forward and taking his choice of the numnums!

If the boy wasn't purring before, halfway into his first bite he is doing so!]

Prrrrrrrrr*munchcrunch*rrrrrrrrrr