xp_logs | Catseye And Meggan, Wednesday Afternoon

Meggan and Catseye catch up in the sunroom, and Catseye becomes the fourth person to want to have a talk with Korvus. Meggan gets her away from threats of wrenches for him, and down to a mere laking if she’s not happy.

Catseye had a day off from the diner where she'd been working since returning to New York so she took the opportunity to head over to the mansion for a daytime training session in the Danger Room, followed by a long swim in the pool. And now that she was pretty exhausted, she found herself in the sunroom, curled up in a comfy chair in catform for a nap. She felt a little guilty, knowing that she'd promised to stay out of the public areas of the mansion lest Nick-slash-John stumble upon her, but her brown dye hadn't washed out yet so Catseye figured a brown cat couldn't possibly cause the guy any 'mental trauma'. And the sunroom was sooooooo cozy!

November wasn’t always the best when it came to seeking sunlight, but today had looked nice enough that Meggan had chosen to take a trip to the sunroom. She knew it was always relaxing in there. Oh, Shamu had claimed the best warm spot she noticed as she walked in. She could take a seat to the left of him. She paused before she sat down, and looked again curiously, edging closer this time, but not near enough to block its rays or disturb it in any way. That wasn’t Kyle’s kitty after an unexpected, unnoticed, and very successful jailbreak—Shamu wasn’t brown. She thought Shamu might be bigger, too. “Hi, there,” she whispered softly, as she crouched down. If it was an actual, genuine cat that had crept in, she hoped she wasn't near enough to receive an irritated swipe from a paw.

Catseye opened one eye lazily, saw who was in front of her, licked Meggan's nose, and bounded down to the floor so she could shift without being in Meggan's face. "Hi Meggan!" she replied with a big grin.

“Oh, hi, Catseye! I was on the lookout for purple fur, not brown,” Meggan explained with a delighted laugh. The nose licking had never bothered her. She should have expected any surprise cat sighting to be her. "I know I already said it on the journals, but welcome back."

"Thanks," Catseye grinned. "Yeah, I've been brown since I went to Tel Aviv. It was... better to blend in there. Purple cats would have been more than Tel Aviv could handle, I think," she chuckled, sitting back down on the couch.

“The purple would cause an awful lot of confusion for them, yeah,” Meggan agreed. In addition to far more than a dash of fear if they didn’t understand, which was unfortunate. “Purple or brown, it looks good on you either way.” Whatever the hair color, she was just happy to have her back. The brown might just cause a couple mistakes of identity.

"It will wash out soon," Catseye answered, though she preened a little at the compliment. She clapped her hands together excitedly. "So tell me what is going on with you! I am veryverycurious! How is the mansion? What have you been doing since I left?"

“It’s never boring,” Meggan admitted with a smile. Now that was an understatement. That wouldn’t be easy doing, catching her up on everything, but she was going to try her hardest. “Me? Well…if things go right I graduate soon, I started to date, I can drive now, I turned into The Last Unicorn on Halloween, and there’s all the New Mutants craziness.” Was that everything? She was pretty sure it was, aside from the Nightmare guy attacking the school. That wasn’t the kind of news Catseye wanted to hear about, she thought. “Oh, and Wade’s been teaching me Kata. To help,” she amended. "You were still here when I found out I could make gills, weren't you? I think it was just a little bit before you left."

"I think I remember gills," Catseye nodded, as she tried to process everything Meggan had told her. "The Last Unicorn? You mean like, that movie? Wait, dating? You started dating?! Who are you dating?!?" First Dori, now Meggan? Wow, her friends really were growing up!

“Yes, just like the movie,” Meggan confirmed. “Some magic made everyone believe they were their costumes and act like them—I was Amalthea. I thought Kyle was the Red Bull after Angelo was possessed after we cast a spell, and pointed me his way, while Kyle thought he was a character from a show called Firefly. Layla got a picture of me gliding in to attack…I just thought I was galloping,” she finally concluded with a slight laugh. It had been a very crazy night. Starting to date would be the bigger news, though. “Yes, I started dating,” she smiled. “Korvus. We agreed to go slow, we’re both new at it. We went to Homecoming for one, watched an Indiana Jones movie for another once we figured things out.”

The catgirl chuckled at Meggan's story, though from what Meggan and Yvette had said about Hallowe'en she was still pretty confused about what had happened. "Korvus! That's great!" Wait, what? "Who's Korvus?"

Of course, she hadn’t met him yet! “Oh, right, sorry, he’s new,” Meggan explained. “He hasn’t been here all that long. He’s from India, he’s been here slightly over a month now. If you see him, he’s about this tall,” she said as she gestured over her head, to mean a wee bit over six feet in height. “A beard, and dark, curly hair.”

"India?! Wow! The exotic foreigner!" Catseye laughed, poking Meggan in the arm with a claw teasingly. "What's he like? What are his powers? Has he kissed you yet?"

So many questions! “Oh, no. No, there has been no kissing of anyone, just slow dancing for Homecoming,” Meggan laughed. “He’s very strong, and can lift up to…a ton or so. He said it goes with endurance, since he could run a sprint through a marathon without stopping or being all wobbley and exhausted at the end.” What was he like? “He’s very nice, and patient. There were a couple little bits of culture confusion at first, but he’s working that out as it happens. He’s learning about what movies are ‘culturally significant’—like Indiana Jones.” Finally, Meggan concluded with a tiny grin, ”Very understanding, after getting as many talks as I think he probably has.”

Unlike that one person Meggan had gone to a movie with from Salem Center, who seemed to have been of the firm opinion that if he moved the wrong way, Amanda would know and make the nearest manhole cover or mailbox come to life and swallow him whole.

Catseye laughed at Meggan's last comment and shook her head sympathetically. "People around here are sooooooo protective. Poor Korvus. That reminds me of when Nick..." she trailed off suddenly, tail lashing behind her. "If he's a good guy he'll understand why people here want to make sure he's a good guy, though," she said instead, forcing herself to sound cheerful and unaffected. "It is good that he's working out his confusion, and that he is here where many people come from other places and other cultures so people are patient about learning!"

“He is a good guy,” Meggan confirmed. “He definitely is. I think they know, and it’s more making sure talks than…than massive doom-filled talks he’s getting.” Still, there were talks going on for him, she was sure of it, and at the very least he didn’t seem to be upset about them. Meggan didn’t know what to say about Nick, since there wasn't anything good enough to make the situation better--instead choosing to simply give Catseye a quick, supportive shoulder squeeze.

Smiling appreciatively at Meggan's touch, Catseye nodded. "I'm sure he won't mind another 'making sure' talk from another concerned friend, then," she smirked. "It may be a little doom-filled, but probably not much if he's as good a guy as you say. I may just threaten to lake him. I probably won't threaten him with a wrench like the guys did to Nick about me." She had to get used to talking about him, Catseye realized. She wasn't shutting the door on that part of her past, pretending it had never happened. That was silly. "He doesn't cook, does he?"

“Oh, no. He’s definitely a good guy. No wrenches or other tools are needed for a make sure talk with him,” Meggan laughed. Should she warn him he’d be due for a fourth talking to? “Lake dunking’s a much better threat!” No doctors were needed afterwards, just a few towels. At that last question, she shook her head. “I don’t know, I’ve never thought to ask him.” Cooking was a subject that hadn’t come up just yet.

"I'm just curious because I love Indian food!" Catseye grinned. "I'm going to college to see if I want to become a chef, because I fell in love with Middle Eastern cooking, so I am wondering if Korvus could give me any pointers! Or, if he doesn't cook, maybe I could cook for him and you and him could be my taste testers!"

“You could ask him somewhere around the lake threats,” Meggan suggested with a grin. “Lake threat, casual question of food. Or ask about the food, and then mention the dunking in the lake, whichever seems to work best,” she teased. It would certainly be a strange conversation for Korvus to be in the middle of. Test tasting the Indian food might be fun if he didn’t cook.

"I'll have to see how the conversation's going," Catseye giggled in return. She pretended to think about it for a moment. "I always work up an appetite threatening people, so I might threaten first, then talk about food..."

Meggan didn’t need to take much time to consider that one. “A very good idea. Ooh, or better yet,” she amended, “maybe you could make it twenty percent ‘beware, or I’ll lake you’ threats, eighty percent food? You still get both! And more chances to ask for explaining why you’d like taste testing people.” Korvus would get less of a talking to, while Catseye would be satisfied with being Making Sure Of Him Person Number Four.

"Uhh, I'm pretty sure that as the intended girlfriend, you don't get to dictate the terms of the talk," the catgirl teased. "But I will take your suggestions into consideration," she said in her most mature voice, failing to hide her smirk.

“Aw. Well, it was worth a shot, no matter how small,” Meggan conceded, not even trying to hold back a pleased smile. “Thank you for considering it.”