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"We both fell through a plothole about a year ago, and he was just a kitten then; the best FicPsych's been able to tell me is that the intersection of various realities muddled his brain somehow. He understands English and has a better memory than I do. He's a jerk, though. He likes to pretend to be a normal cat and knock everything off my dresser, and then I catch him reading Keats." Michael sighed. "Really, he's just a normal cat, but with heightened intelligence."

((-Alleb))

Steele tried to shrug, and mostly succeeded. "But then... what reason would there have been - for the shocks? Something happened. Staying here might make it not happen again."

(I kind of hope Miss Nalleb gets paired with C or Lu at some point. I want to see what it would be like to write her with one of the... well, one of them looks normal. The other still looks a bit odd, but not as much as Steele! And they don't really act much like each other.)

She caught on almost instantly, and covered her mouth. 'Oh! Oh, gosh, sorry - gosh, it just - oops!' She stood back, waiting for Duane to have a go at her. He didn't. In fact, he told her that she should move away from this humanoid abomination and hide under some sort of furniture for a week or so. Something Lou didn't recognise ran down her spine. It came to the end and leapt right off, and Lou didn't give it a single thought.

'Wow. Gosh. Duane is really stressed by you, you know.' She held the rock to her ear for a moment. 'He thinks you're a terrible, horrifying beast that terrifies him on a deep, primal, and unnatural level.' She appeared to think of this. Thoughts dashed through her mind. Her face was blank.

And then a grin ran right over her face. 'That's really nice of you! Thanks!' she extended a hand.

"The sweetest girl you'll ever know. We looked out for one another back when I was still in my home 'fic. I lived through a lot with her at my side." Sonia nodded to herself. "I couldn't ask for a more loyal companion. And you say that you have an 'intelligent cat'? Like, is it different from a regular cat or...?"

...as the unicorn trotted up to the table. "I, uh... hi?" said the Pegasus Knight. "I'm Sonia. And you are... a small unicorn."

"Are you quite sure you are alright? You seemed to be in a significant amount of pain..." Still frowning, she reached down and righted her chair.

((Alrighty. Yeah, leaving options open is always good.

-Alleb))

She tested her range of motion with her arms - still a bit jerky - and decided to sort of stay sitting there with Alleb until her card fizzled again. Yeah, that sounded pretty perfect. "Just, let's sort of stay here until the cards tell us to go, okay? I think standing would be a bit of an adventure."

(Nah, let's not. The shocks were from the universe trying to avoid any potential timeline inconsistencies; besides, I think it'll be interesting working this into another date, wouldn't you say?)

She looked around the room for help, but while there were several people looking over in concern, no one looked like a medical professional.

((It has, and we should! Alleb needs to learn about space ships. Hey, I actually just introduced a new character to the RP who has magical healing powers. Want me to bring her over here to help out? We could close on that note.

-Alleb))

"I'm not entirely sure," she began. Speech was difficult. Ouch. Her voice was very unsteady, and her cadence was completely off-kilter. "It felt like - shocks. Hard shocks."

(This really has gone quickly, huh? In the future, maybe we could do something with these two. Like, they run into one another in Rudi's or something. Just sitting down and conversating.)

Her eyes flicked over her match. Not too bad, in her opinion... it would be too obvious to roll a Perception check, so she had to go off of her Passive Perception. Which was notoriously poor. But he seemed okay. "I'm Calliope. But most people call me C - easier to remember. Nice to meet you, Miguel."

(Sorry for the poor descriptions. She's an average-sized person, maybe a little tall - about five-six without shoes. Really dark brown hair, goes a bit past her shoulders. Pretty pale skin, but not as pale as, say, Alleb. Her eyes change colors sometimes, but right now they're green. Her top is dark brown, her skirt a slightly lighter brown (thanks, Sims 3, for dressing my Agent in your stupid unmatchable colours). Let me know if you need more info; I'm still sort of putting her together. I'd like a short description of Miguel, as well, if it wouldn't be too much trouble; just a little thing like this one would be fine.)

(Oh, wait. C's a nail-biter, so her nails are uneven and some of them are clearly ragged. This felt important.)

He felt his own card shift in his jacket pocket as he stood. "See you around," he said, waving, and turned to follow the new directions on the card. Other Michael is nice, but I hope I actually get a date this time, he thought, peering down at the paper.

((It has!

-Alleb))

Just after he said this, he felt a fizzing in his pocket once more. "Ah, perfect timing," he said before pulling out the card. He then stood up and extended a hand. "It's been a pleasure, Michael."

((Heh. You read my mind. I thought we were getting close, too. Well, it's been fun! - Granz the Ice Cream Monarch))

Michael took another drink of coffee, then glanced at his watch. "I wonder how long these are supposed to last; I don't want to stand anyone up, you know?"

((In other words, do you think we should start winding up? It's been many posts.

-Alleb))

"Naer--Neer--Nar-- oh, Burn it, I--oh!" he gasped suddenly, looking up at Lou. "Oh, I'm--I'm terribly sorry! That just slipped out. I--I--oh, I'm so sorry." The Myrddraal huddled in on himself as if he could disappear into his yellow robes. "I'm afraid I don't know where he is," he said, in a very quiet voice. He cursed himself silently; this Lou wasn't even flinching when she looked at him, and what had he done? Blurted out a foul curse without thinking. She was probably horribly offended. She wouldn't want to speak to him anymore, he was certain. Besides, she was looking for someone else. Jon shrank back into his chair a bit more and waited for Lou to be mad at him.

((Myrddraal are always described in a wonderfully chilling fashion. They freak me out. Except Jon; Jon's a cinnamon roll.

I'm a burglar now. Cool.

-Alleb))

Then she turned to the fellow, Jon, who knew a few things. He had a voice like a gravestone being dragged over gravel. This did not concern Lou in the slightest. 'Oh, gosh, great! See, I need to find Naririgwandor-' she showed him her card. 'But I can't find him and the card can't find him and Duane can't find him. Duane thinks he's not here, and that my plan is dumb, but that just makes me want to find him more.'

'So do you know where he is?' She said, smiling hopefully. Duane, were he not an igneous, volcanic rock of felsic composition known as 'rhyolite' by scientists and 'Duane' by crazy people, would have been squirming to remove himself from Lou's grip. He seemed somewhat worried about something.

((You'd make a good burglar, Aleeb. That line probably wouldn't sell for much, on account of having no physical presence at all, but it is bloody good!))

"As of yet, I have not, although I do plan to in the near future."

((A knight obsessed with pirates? That's gonna be fun. :P ))

"Just wish there was some food around; I'm getting kinda hungry. Anyway, I'm Miguel Correa. Nice to meet you, Miss...?" he said. Maybe it was just the lighting, but he couldn't really tell what she looked like. It added to the film noir atmosphere, in his opinion.

"Good evening. My name's Chris. You're Shamrock, if I'm not mistaken?" He offered a hand. "Pleased to meet you."

"I don't recall anyone mentionin' food. Maybe it'll come later?"

((-Alleb))

"Though I have to wonder; how come no one's offered us a menu yet?"

"Uh..." he said, his voice like rotten leather crumbling, "Um, uh, yes? I, I know a few things." He turned his head and looked at Lirene. With his shoulders slightly hunched and his head tilted he looked like a frightened youth, not a creature of shadow.

Lirene felt her mouth try to quirk up into a grin, but she kept it impassive. Her ageless face was the picture of Aes Sedai serenity. She stood gracefully. "Oh, look," she said, peering into one of the dark corners of the room. "I'm quite certain I ought to be over there." She glanced down at her card; it showed no new directions. "Yes, quite certain. Goodbye, Jon," she said, nodding to her partner. "Goodbye, Lou," she said, also nodding to her.

She swept away from the table in a rustle of skirts, leaving her stuttering partner behind. Only when she was well into the shadows did she let herself smile.

((Thanks, Aegis!

"Rotten leather crumbling" is a canon description of a Myrddraal voice, which I've stolen shamelessly.

-Alleb))

"Nice. I've just got an uncomfortably intelligent cat." His nose wrinkled. "Oromë can be such a jerk sometimes."

((-Alleb))

"Cool," he said. "I've always wanted to visit a Brandon Sanderson universe, but there isn't much badfic for it. Have you read any of his other stuff?"

((Pfft, I just realized that Agent Alleb will has read everything that the author of her home continuum has written--and that means she's obsessed with pirates now.

-Alleb))

"Captain, what is wrong? What ails you?" Her hands fluttered through the air, useless. Her mother was a healer, and she knew some of the trade, but would any of that be useful in helping Steele? She might hurt the woman, rather than help.

((That's fine; I only have a mission apiece for my agent pairs.

I'd say about five to ten minutes. This will be the... eighteenth post, I believe. Huh. That went fast.

-Alleb))