taxonomites | 07 [Location | Visual

"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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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.

Isis sniffs his hand and then continues her circle of him before weaving through his feet. After a little bit of time, she comes back to his fingers, looking for those scritches that were offered to her earlier.

"I'll keep that in mind, though I'm still not entirely sure about moving in. Mostly since I haven't decided on anything yet. I thought it would be nice to look at everything again at the right height."

The scritches are given freely, extending to the scruff of her neck as well, as the owner of those scritch-fingers tilts his head up to give Selina a 'so it's like that, huh?' sort of look.

"I suppose if you're thinkin' of movin' in, I should show you what's downstairs," he offers - with a tone suggesting that's more of a dare in response to the short crack than a friendly thing.

Isis seems to think that Logan might be okay. Maybe. He understands what he's supposed to do and how he's supposed to behave. It is a good start.

"I think that might be a good idea."

"Then follow me."

Logan makes an effort to see if Isis will let him carry her once he moves to stand up straight again.

"Although this girl might want to find something else to do in the meantime. Pretty sure we've got some cat food somewhere in the kitchen."

Green cat eyes look up at Logan as he looks to pick her up. There is a brief moment where she considers dodging but in the end lets herself be picked up. It becomes apparent that riding on shoulders is what Isis does and it isn't something that just happens to Selina.

"I'm sure she'd appreciate a warm place to be, especially if it has food."

No doubt playing with the hair is going to be next on Isis' agenda.

"Plenty of that to be had. This place is built to handle a menagerie pretty well."

With that, he leads Selina into the house, and the kitchen, shuffling about a bit until he locates where they pet food is kept, and he puts some out for the kitty. He even gets the traditional saucer of milk. Luckily, he actually DOES have milk in a fridge stocked mostly with beer and meat.

"Make yerself at home, kit. Yer mom'll be back in a little while."

Then he stands once again, and walks away past Selina with a smirk.

"Probably," he jokes, before leading her to the elevator in the landing.

Not yet. Isis more seems interested in curling up until they get to the place with the food. Because food is better than warmth - at least for now.

"You're not scaring me, old man."

She's more curious than anything right this moment, though there is that odd thrill of whatever she's being led toward is likely filled with danger - of some sort.

"Of course not. You don't scare easy," he responds, with a teasing tone that suggests he might not believe her bluster.

"Although I could always bust out some clown make-up and change that," he adds, before the elevator doors open at the top of the stairwell, leading her in.

Once they reach the sub-sub-sub basement, the doors open to an extremely antiseptic hallway with metallic corridors and fluorescent lighting tinged with blue. A high-tech military bunker style of architecture. And Logan heads off down one of the hallways.

"You're not him. I don't think you in clown make-up would have exactly the effect that would cause me to want to get the hell out of here," she says looking around. There is some security here that is actually rather interesting.

"This place really is a compound, isn't it?"

"Has to be. The government has a tendency to hunt us with giant robots. The life we live."

As if on cue, there's a thunderous noise down the hallway to the left, and Logan stops short. On alert.

He sniffs the air, and the claws pop out.

"Stay here," he says, before bolting down the hallway and disappearing through a set of open doors.

Knowing full well she probably won't stay there for long.

"Yeah, Scott was mentioning something about that," Selina looks at him and arches a brow as he goes running off, "Hey! I -"

Right. She leans against the hallway wall and does wait. For a bit. But, really, this is boring and it doesn't seem a very sound place to stay, in the middle of the open, if there /is/ some sort of weirdness going on down here.

Trying to look more casual than she feels, she follows toward where Logan went.

The doors remain open, but the room behind them is dark.

But there's another heavy rumble, with a metallic echo to it. When she walks in, the doors close behind her.

After a moment of darkness, it's as if she's stepped through a portal to somewhere else. A beach somewhere - a coastline.

And a giant purple robot stomping its way out of the ocean in her direction.

Well.

That's a problem.

Selina starts looking for cover - not that there is usually a lot of that on a beach.

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