07 [Location | Visual | Open] On The Prowl

[threelivesdown]

"Well, Isis, I think it is time for us to find a place to live. Maybe a real place to live for awhile instead of this bouncing around from place to place." Selina doesn't notice that the tablet is on but the little black cat on her shoulder seems it. She jumps down and bats at the thing, knocking it down onto the floor. After it stops bouncing on the floor, it shows Selina packing a small bag. Looking up, she looks at what Isis is doing and seems amused.

"We're going to be here for more than a few weeks, so we might as well find a nice place to live - see if maybe we can enjoy it."

The rest of you, Taxon, are treated to the visual of being a cat toy for the next thirty seconds before the visual cuts out again. Through out the day, Selina will be exploring new places to live through out Taxon. It will also be an excuse to stop in and visit some other people. There is a Sherlock to bother, a Tony to chat with, a Logan to drink with and any other number of people to bother.


[OOC: This post is a catchall for anyone who wants to talk to Selina post-dinos! Or, you know, if you want to complain about being treated to a cat toy video.

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[skinandbone]

An adorable cat video! It's like a whisper of home. Metody watches with a smiling fascination for a few moments. It distracts him from his unease, but only for those thirty seconds.

He has yet to find a place that does not feel innately wrong. And so he takes to the streets again, even though being out in such unnatural surroundings feels the wrongest of all. When he passes by Selina in the street, he pauses and turns, watching her.

"That is a lovely cat."

[threelivesdown]

"Thank you," Selina says as she stops to look at him. She presses her lips together as Isis tilts her head and looks over toward the newcomer with some curiosity. There is a small sniff of the air toward the other person before settling back down to look at him.

"You're new, aren't you?"

[skinandbone]

It's just as well that the cat remains over there; when Metody visited his sister and was sniffed by her cat, the poor thing actually gagged. It was terribly hurtful, even if Snickers probably didn't mean to do it.

"I am." He offers an uncertain smile. "I'm Metody."

[threelivesdown]

"Hi Metody. I'm Selina," she says with a small smile before indicating the cat with a tilt of her head, "And this is Isis."

[skinandbone]

"It's very nice to meet you," he says automatically. And then there is a silence, as he tries to push past the stress and fea, and remember how to be polite.

"Do you live here?"

[threelivesdown]

"In Taxon? I don't seem to have much choice in the matter, really. You can't leave one they bring you here," Selina says with a small dry smile as she looks at him.

"You really /are/ new, aren't you?"

[skinandbone]

He nods, shifting his weight uncertainly. The way she's behaving, it makes him feel like maybe there's some kind of social rule he's missed.

"I am. I guess - very new."

[Location: Central]

[infinitelystranger]

Like every alternating day with suitable weather, Sherlock goes out to Pedestrian Plaza to play in the morning. The simulation's getting chillier now, though why Taxon's so invested in emulating a temperate climate, Sherlock's not entirely certain; the weather in Taxon's a little harsher and more sharply defined than he's used to on his side of the pond, too, something closer to what he sees in Hollywood. He just turns up his coat-collar and knots his scarf once extra against the chill and plays until he earns enough credits to justify a sandwich from an Extra shop.

He finds a shop with indoor seating and sits down with his lunch, debating whether to go back to bed once he gets home. It's very difficult to muster the motivation to keep normal hours here, particularly when he found it difficult to muster in the first place even living in a functioning ecosystem and a real economy. He doesn't expect to be interrupted here, not here surrounded by Extras with his map dot hidden.

Of course, Taxon's just full of surprises.

[Location: Central]

[threelivesdown]

Coincidence is a bitch, isn't it?

Selina sides down at the table with Sherlock. It seems she's not interested in conversation, at least not yet, as she starts to eat her own lunch in silence. Isis slides down off of Selina's shoulders, though, and moves over toward Sherlock before nudging his hand, looking for scritches behind the ears.

Or food.

But attention is probably better as a start.

[Location: Central]

[infinitelystranger]

Of course the woman would manage to sneak up on him. Once she chooses to alert him of her presence, he can recognize her footsteps, of course, the particular way her feet pad the ground, but he doesn't even take note until she sits down next to him. It just blended into the background, like an Extra. He supposes that's what she does.

Sherlock ruffles Isis's head and scratches under her chin, then picks out a scrap of meat from his sandwich and flicks it to the floor under his chair. Then he picks up a nonsense Extra newspaper from the counter next to him and opens it, like he's remotely interested in the news on a good day, much less the imaginary news on a meaningless one. He completely ignores Selina. Two can play at this game.

[Location: Central]

[threelivesdown]

Isis likes the scritches. There are all these people here that give her attention. She likes attention and it seems everyone here likes cats. The meat on the floor gets her attention and she seems somewhat torn between going down there and getting it and finding a way through the newspaper to use Sherlock's lap as a source of heating and comfort.

Selina, however, is working on the first half of her sandwich as if she hasn't had anything to eat all day. And maybe yesterday, either. The newspaper, however, gets her attention and she laughs. She laughs in a delighted way that is a little too loud for in public politeness but it doesn't seem that she cares about that.

"You'll have to tell me which non-existant sportsball team won yesterday."

[Location: Jean Grey School]

[bub_snikt]

Well, Logan's already offered her room and board in the big empty school. She could probably have Pryde's higher-end faculty room, just for symmetry.

At the moment, Logan's carrying a beer around the school grounds, which are a bit different without Krakoa underneath it tending to itself, and he's starting to wonder if he'll have to find a way to get some of these robot people to work as groundskeepers. Not to mention house cleaners for inside this place. Shit'll get dusty too quick in a place this big.

Then again, Logan might get bored enough spend all his damn time with a feather-duster.

[Location: Jean Grey School]

[threelivesdown]

"Hey," she says as she finds him on the grounds, "Aren't you a little old to be out on your own?"

Selina seems amused by her joke but not overly so. This time, she has a sleek black cat with her.

[Location: Jean Grey School]

[bub_snikt]

Logan glances up at her voice, checking to see if she's in civvies or that catsuit before the actual cat grabs his eye.

"That's what they keep tellin' me. They don't strap me down, I keep wanderin' off," he quips back, before nodding to the cat.

"Ya movin' in, then?"

[Location: Jean Grey School]

[threelivesdown]

"I'm thinking about it. I don't know yet."

Isis perks up looking at him, from her perch on Selina's shoulders. She's not in the catsuit, in an oversized suit jacket, a t-shirt and some leggings or something like that. The sleek little cat seems interested in Logan, though not enough to cross the distance between them just this moment.

"I'm not entirely certain about the whole living at your place, even if it isn't all your place."

[Location: Jean Grey School]

[bub_snikt]

He gives Isis a friendly enough grin. He's got a thing with animals that's pretty instinctive. Likes 'em better than a lot of people.

But that hesitation gets him to raise an eyebrow at her... and then he just smirks.

"Don't worry. I ain't proposin' yet."

[Location: Jean Grey School]

[threelivesdown]

"Well, that would be really forward," she says and then laughs, "And there would be no better way to make sure that I didn't stay."

Isis leaps off of her shoulder and approaches Logan's feet hesitantly, as if trying to understand what his deal is, exactly.

[Location: Jean Grey School]

[bub_snikt]

In turn, Logan crouches down to offer a hand to Isis to sniff out, ready to scritch beneath her chin if she approves.

"Now why doesn't that surprise me?" he returns. Cat burglar types ain't exactly known for being the settling type.

"That ain't the kinda forward I get, rest easy," he adds, perhaps leaving the door ajar towards some other kinds of forward down the line.

[aintnoconvict]

Somewhere in Osten there's a Glitch bundled against the cold. He's found a little outdoor market selling evergreen wreaths and candles and assorted holiday things which are still bewildering to him, but he enjoys poking through it all anyway.

He's admiring the lights on a decorative arch when he notices a terrifyingly familiar sprig, dark green leaves and pale berries tied with a red ribbon.

"Oh cripes," he mutters and backs away quickly. Mistletoe'd once, shame on him. Twice? Shame on the aliens. And even if the plant's not actively making folks smooch this year he's trying to not take any chances.

[threelivesdown]

Glitch backs up into Selina, who is usually nimble enough to avoid such things but apparently not this time. She wraps her arms around him to catch him and herself - or at least make sure that neither one of them is going to fall. Isis, sort of getting caught up in the midst of it all sounds her displeasure.

"Are you allergic to mistletoe?" The jade green eyes sparkle with amusement as she asks the question.

[aintnoconvict]

Occasionally his clumsy can creep up and become infectious, we'll blame it on that. Arms, woman...cat? That's weird, very few pets here but...

"Sorry, sorry, ah....more concerned about what it can do," he replies once they're all steadied. "One of the aliens' more favorite pranks during this season, seeing how many folks they can make smooch."

Pause. "Though it doesn't seem to be working now. Hi."

[threelivesdown]

"Hi," Selina says as she leans in and kisses him on the cheek. Just because. And then she makes sure that he's steady on his feet before she takes a step back. Isis, however, seems rather irate about this whole thing, leaping down from Selina and finding a place to hide for the time being.

"I don't think we've really met. Not truly."

[aintnoconvict]

Oh well that's just sweet and he'll give her a smile back and duck his head. Glitch makes a few reassuring noises in Isis' direction but...cats will be cats so he shrugs and returns his attention to Selina.

"No, not formally. Seen you on the tablet a couple times though. Selina, right?"

Noooo he doesn't sometimes creep on people's conversations why would you ever suggest that.

[threelivesdown]

"Oh, I'm sure. That thing has a tendency to broadcast at the most frustrating times," she says. Shaking her head, Selina gives him a brief smile, "I'm glad the whatever they are aren't too much into peep shows."

[aintnoconvict]

"They used to be," Glitch confides. Oh the things he knows about Faith Lehane's anatomy. "S'why I tend to lock it up whe-- well."

More info than anyone ever needs to know. Moving right along!

"So, what brings you down to this neck of the woods?"