themightybosstone | Limelight Pregaming

[ Well. She wandered off again...

After (Dan Heng) Velveteen brought her over while she was- yes, wandering around, it may have been hard to tell that this otherwise very well-dressed woman wasn't touched in the head with the strange things she said. Besides (accurately) being able to talk to the cats and their commentary, to being startled by all the electronics around her, then fascinated, or asking if she could have a nibble of the regulars, she probably belongs in a facility more than a cafe.

Much like right now, when she's decided to follow after a pretty bird, chatting with it, and also attracting the attention of some ne'er to do wells who seem to be interested in the very visible gold chains and bangles and cuffs she has on her arms.

They do have her stopped to demand she hand them over as payment, but she's found ways to confuse them in response by just asking what she's paying for... she'll give them a bangle, but they should sell her something? ]

[ Brocade had been watching the movements placidly, if not with a vague sense of amusement. Fresh out of the sea, maybe? Blessed, certainly. Maybe cursed, if the airy approach to life was anything.

She seemed harmless except for a vague possibility of electrocuting herself, but hey, he has apple bitter on all of the cords for a reason-

It's when he doesn't see he drifting around that- Oh SHIT. Vee's gonna MURDER him.

He hands the counter off to one of the parttimers and heads out, following the pleasant smell that seemed to linger around her.

Brocade really only catches a little bit of the conversation happening by his shop.

But it's frankly more than enough.

The nearest stops mid grab at her arm- gaze going up, and up, and up. ]

Yeah, boys, whatcha selling? Lets see the goods.

Now.

Oh, Master Brocade. They wanted me to pay, but they didn't tell me what for. Perhaps they'll tell you!

[ She smiles warmly, genuinely pleased by this aspect. Though she can't remember anything of her own background or what she even does, but this is fascinating! Humans trade for sales, it's so quaint! It's very much like... something that she can't remember, but it's familiar, perhaps!

The three surrounding her all seem to be having second thoughts now, though they're not about to give up so easily. The woman is literally walking around like a decorated jewelry shop- and seems airheaded besides.

One of them, a rough looking blond, tries to get up in Brocade's face. ]

Maybe you oughtta keep your girl out of our turf, Bro. Rude of her to get our hospitality for free, don't ya agree?

[ Though she blinks at that. ]

I think you're lying! You didn't set up a border to enter. That means anyone is invited! Right, Master Brocade?

[ He WANTS to comment that border checks would be really weird in the middle of a main street but-

Then the punk squares up with - well Brocade's lower chest, lets be real here. ]

Sure does, Chiff.

Now, if you gentleman would move on. She goes where she pleases.

Or I show you her passport, yeah?

[ The two behind the big guy are definitely looking like they want to call it quits and make a run for it (why, why is their bro not backing off, they don't want to fight-)

Only the guy just really doesn't want to back down and look like a wuss, so he just snarls and- rather than strike at Brocade, he immediately makes a grab for the woman, tugging her in front of him. ]

Then if she's goin' our way, we'll have to take her with us!

[ He immediately steps back to shove her back against one of the others, who grabs her arm, gaining a little confidence at the action- ]

Y-Yeah, then she goes with us!

[ To which Chiffon just... doesn't struggle, and looks between the two. ]

Oh... you poor thing, you urinated a little, didn't you? That won't really mark any territory, but you did your best...

[ Which even gets the guy in front of Brocade turning to stare at the sheer "what the fuck" of her remark, while the guy holding her lets go out of shock, and the other sputters.

Chiffon seems unbothered, looking at Brocade. ]

This other one did, too! You can smell it all the way... they tried, Master Brocade, really!

[ An effort to make territory was made, apparently. This is what she's registering. ]

[ While the man's turned, Brocade leans down, teeth sharp- and sharpening. The hand that settles on the man's shoulder is enormous and wickedly claws. ]

Get going. [ It might have been merciful, but the man was still frozen. It turns out to be a second too long for the cat man's liking. And the punk just gets casually lifted, and thrown further of the two other toughs. ]

[ And then brightly, and cheerfully holds a normal hand out for Chiffon. ]

C'mon. I think Piano was lookin' for you.

[ They definitely don't know what hit them, even when it's their bad decisions boss flung right at them, sending them flying too- much to the shock and surprise of some onlookers.

Chiffon herself, just short enough to not even be caught in the chaos, turns to watch them fall, giving a little hum as she watches in fascination. ]

I didn't know mortals could be thrown like that... they should learn to fly first, though.

[ She pauses and turns to Brocade, easily reaching for his hand and beaming. ]

You're so strong, Master Brocade! I bet Piano would like to leap at others too, but I told him to not startle the guests. They can get very loud.

[ She's gotten yelled at for letting the cats drink out of their cups... ]

Can you throw me like that, too?

Nope.

That's just for the guys pissin' in the middle of the street.

Dude, we gotta have a talk about when to give people a beating.

Oh? They weren't doing anything terrible. But they really need to learn how to mark their territory better if they're going to ask to pay for it.

[ She genuinely didn't perceive them as a threat to her. ]

Maybe they were hungry and couldn't think straight?

They were tryin' to rob ya, dear.

[ He holds the door open for her. ]

Maybe I can show ya some movies...

[ Enters, though she turns, waiting for him to follow. ]

Oh... then perhaps I should have given them a bangle. I've plenty. Then they could have bought whatever they needed.

[ Except it's probably best for her to not remove them, but it's not like she remembers why she has them on. ]

What is a movie?

Then they shoulda asked much nicer.

[He goes to wash off his hands because who knows where those kids have been.]

Movies are lil stories you watch. You can get a lot of learnin' from em.

[This is the worst idea.]

[ Fair, next time they should actually have territory and something to sell. But she's instantly more interested in these movies now- ]

Oh? You mean like plays? I don't think I've ever seen one, but I know what they are! —

[ She pauses, turning to one of the cats there and crouching. ]

... Cassette says movies are evil and can't be eaten. And he's tried very hard to eat from them!

[ This is the cat that jumps at the tv screen every time there's food on it. ]

I bet she does. She-

WAIT! They're TALKIN' at you?

They're HOLDING OUT ON ME?

.. yes?

[ Oh sweet little peach... ]

Have you never spoken to them before? What did you think Piano and I were doing all that time by the window? We were having a conversation.

[ Not him just making full sounds at her and her indulging in the Music of the Cats- ]

... Cassette says you should give the same food the TV traps. Ice... cream?

I talk at them all the time!!

[ Wait, Piano was just chittering and- ]

... You can tell Cassette that she's lactose intolerant and it's just gonna go RIGHT through in the worst way.

Again.

[ Just looks at her. ]

It's not nice to defecate like that.

[ Cassette looks offended, makes a sound and flicks her tail at them as she walks off, with Chiffon just. Huh. ]

Did you want me to repeat what she said... it's rude to people, I think.

Nope. I think I have a solid picture.

[ Ehe. ]

She'll get over it... but, what stories were you thinking of watching? What are your favorites, Master Brocade? I like ones with lots of dancing...

[ She trails off, then gives a weak laugh. ]

... I think? I can't remember anything I did like, if I did at all.

Yeah.. that's how it goes. Maybe somethin' will rattle loose if we watch some musicals. Got LOTS of singin' and dancing.

Me? I like racing flicks, m'self.

[ Maybe he's right... though, she doesn't particularly feel any urgency to regain what she's lost. This is fine too, isn't it? ]

Racing... why don't we watch one of those, instead? Looks like Peanut's about to start to race too, eating that plant there...

[ This is so normal to her... ]

[ He glances over to where Peanut is chomping on some catnip from the little bush - no wait, is now rolling on the mangled sprig.

Poor Sir King, about to become a cat toy for Peanut again and doesn't even know it.

ANYWAYS.]

Dude, I know the BEST series, 1's a lil slow but it's good, but BRO! 2 gets SO WILD.

As long as we can watch it together. I just enjoy watching you more than whatever is on the... "tell-a-vision". You're far more amusing than any play.

[ Just getting that out there. ]

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