Log - Darcy, Inez, Sharon, and Terry
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xp_logsInez goes to visit Darcy, expecting that maybe Terry may be around - she is - but not expecting to meet Sharon.
"You cannot have the meat."
The pronouncement was sudden, inexplicable, and emanating from beneath Darcy and Terry's seemingly unoccupied kitchen table.
In other words, not something most people wanted to encounter during an impromptu social call.
"Wha..." Inez said, sure that she'd heard someone speak but not seeing anyone around. A quick glance about revealed there was no television or tablet around that might've been playing a movie or show or something... it had sounded like an Arby's ad, maybe? Wasn't their slogan something about having the meats?
Then she realized it was from below the table and she cautiously peered underneath it. "...hello?"
Luminous yellow eyes set in a feline face stared back at her.
"You cannot have the meat," said the voice, now clearly emanating from the throat of what appeared to be a purple lion hunched beneath Darcy's kitchen table. It was clutching something between its clawed hands: a tupperware bowl full of cleanly sliced roast beef. The cat bent over it in a protective crouch.
"It is Allowed Meat," the creature continued. "This is proof."
An orange tupperware lid slid across the tile so fast it bounced off Inez's shoes. In the middle was a sticker of a purple cat.
For some reason Inez had been wondering whether Kane's wolf had been there, but the wolf had never spoken before, not that she knew of anyway. But a purple lion had not been on her radar at all, so her own non-luminous eyes went wide.
"I..." She looked at the lid and frowned. "That's a sticker," Inez said, stating the obvious. "Allowed Meat... w-who allowed it? And ... wait, what the hell is goin' on here?" she sputtered, definitely caught off guard by all of this. "I don't want yer meat," she added, in case that's what the lion was worried about.
There was a grumble from beneath the table. "Prepared by Terry. Certified by Darcy. I am twice-allowed." A twitch of movement -- a tail flick. Then the creature emerged.
She was less lion-like when not half-obscured by a table cloth. Her upper body seemed to have split the difference between human and feline, but her hind legs and face were decidedly catlike. Her fingers -- claw-tipped, and on hands rather than paws -- drummed against the tile as she regarded Inez with suspicion.
"I am Sharon," said the cat. "I am allowed here because I require much protein to regain my strength. Are you allowed?"
"I am, I've been invited. By Darcy," she added, though Inez knew Terry as well. Not as well as Darcy, but that was a whole different conversation and not one she was going to have with... "Sharon, you said? I'm Inez. Nice t'meet you," she said, unsure if she should offer her hand or not. Would it be appropriate to just hold it out there for her to sniff or something? Or to shake? Or... what even was her life, she momentarily thought.
"Protein is important for sure, so you go on an' finish that, I ain't lookin' to deprive a growin'..." She paused. "T'deprive you of that," she concluded. "And... are you here alone, or is Darcy around or..."
Sharon regarded her with the inscrutable yellow gaze of a face unencumbered by anything remotely resembling a human tell.
"Inez who was invited," said the cat after just a split second too long for comfort, "State your intentions with Darcy. If your motives are pure I shall permit."
She did not elaborate on what would happen if they were not.
"Our motives are just that, ours," Inez replied, firm but not impolite. "If it's all the same t'you, Miss Sharon, I'd rather discuss 'em with Darcy. In private." She didn't know why Sharon was there, or if she was able to leave, but she'd rather spend her time with Darcy with just Darcy, regardless of who else the other parties might be.
"Is she even here?" she asked, gazing around the suite to see if she could determine that for herself; if not then she'd leave Sharon to her allowed meat and whatever else she was doing under the table.
Darcy's door opened a crack, then farther as a robe-clad hip bumped it wider. She wasn't paying attention to the room's other occupants yet, braiding her still-wet hair and tying it off before looking up. "Inez! Hey honey. And Sharon, hello to you too cutie cat." Sharon got an affectionate scritch behind an ear and around her cheek. "You aren't giving my lady friend trouble, are you?" she asked the large cat, before wrapping her arms around Inez and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Is this your first time meeting Sharon, hon? I thought she was a hallucination, but well. Hallucinations don't shed."
Sharon purred under Darcy's hand and rubbed a cheek against her robe, unintentionally proving her point. "I am only teasing," the cat insisted. She gave Inez a look that somehow managed to appear almost offensively innocent. "Would not really have challenged. Recognized scent from earlier visits."
Her eyes narrowed a little at Sharon, though she turned and beamed at Darcy, returning the kiss to the brunette's cheek. "It is, an' I might've thought that for a bit there too, heh. No trouble, we were just discussin', uh... allowed meat and such," she concluded, not even sure what to say at that point. "An' I'm pleased that I'm allowed t'meet you, gorgeous," she said, trying to pivot away from the ... apparently not hallucinatory cat in the room with them.
Darcy grinned in return. "The purple cat stickers! They just came in, I've been having a blast putting them on the containers. I'll make a general announcement later to not eat from them, but they're gonna be stashed here and in the communal fridge at minimum so she can see safe options at a glance. You wanna watch a movie or something? We might end up sharing the couch with a very wiggly cat, though."
Sharon flicked an ear quizzically. "Assumed you would be having sex. Seems as if that might be awkward?"
"Our sex is never awkward," Inez replied, blunt on blunt because why not? "But I reckon I can control myself in front of polite company, if we have any," she said with a small nod, hoping the message to behave was received. It... may not work, given her limited interactions and observations of Sharon in the last five minutes, but it couldn't hurt to play nice.
"Sex isn't the only thing we do when we have time together, but we'll definitely snuggle. Company or no." Darcy's cheeks were light pink, but she was relaxed comfortably against Inez. "I don't mind watching a movie or something first."
"Hm. Seems the internet has misled me about the nature of intimate relationships. I am corrected." Sharon circled to the other side of Darcy's legs and gave her a reassuring rub of the cheek. "Don't worry, would not have tried to watch sex. Know that is rude."
Just then, the suite's door opened and Terry bustled in, one arm holding a hamper full of food and the other patting down her skirt's pockets. She did at least pause most of the way toward her room when she realized others were present. "Och, hello!" She said brightly. "Ignore me, I've mislaid m'mobile and I'd like t'have it for the alarm in the mornin'... though really, Kyle's up so bleedin' early most o'the time, I usually don't need one -- Sharon!" Grinning, she spoke over her shoulder as she pushed her bedroom door open. "I've new tupperware out for y'if you're interested! Darce, have y'seen m'mobile?"
"Ah? Sec." Darcy pulled her own out of one of the deep pockets on her robe and pulled up Terry's contact, focusing on the little thread that looped back to the device. Her eyes took on a neon sheen as she followed the trail until she could remotely turn off the Do Not Disturb. That done, she set her phone to dial. Muffled ringing came from somewhere in the basket. "Is there an interior pocket in that hamper? I'd check there. If not, maybe it slipped under something else. Bread, perhaps?"
"Feckin' hell, you're the best," Terry said, beaming as she promptly left her room a moment later, mobile now firmly in her free hand. "Love y't'bits!" Looking over Darcy's shoulder Terry continued to grin as she waved her phone -- and thus, her whole hand -- at the other two women in the room. "Ladies, I hope y'have a delightful evenin', don't get up t'anythin' I wouldn't! Oh," turning her eyes back to Darcy, Terry leaned in and bussed their cheeks together. "I'll be back in the mornin', after breakfast. Enjoy havin' the whole suite t'yourself. And Sharon." She laughed.
"I think that mostly limits us to not doing hard drugs," Darcy teased back. "Have fun with your boyo, yeah? Tell him not to forget to lock up if he wants his bacon to stay safe." She eyed Sharon, wondering when her free hand had wandered back into the purple fur. "Alright you two. Movie?"
"I will watch." Sharon jumped onto the back of the sofa and draped herself across it like a purple throw pillow. She fixed Inez with a smug yellow gaze that indicated the only way the two women would be using this couch was if they accepted she would be playing the part of headrest.
"I used to like th'idea of that," Inez muttered under her breath before smiling at Darcy. "I mean, sure, we can make some popcorn an'..." She arched an eyebrow at Sharon. "Y'don't like popcorn, right?" She really hoped it wouldn't be Allowed Corn. Let me have something to myself tonight, Jesus Tap Dancing Christ, she thought.
"I can make us a bowl with butter. And Sharon can have meat or a bowl without butter." Darcy gave Sharon a firm stare. "But you only get one or the other, not both. I don't want to deal with giant cat hork because you made yourself sick."
"Meat," Sharon said meekly. "Shall continue to indulge status as obligate carnivore."
The great furred head turned to Inez and with a half-lidded stare that said, I will steal from your bowl anyway.
"Good, so I won't have t'share," Inez joked, slipping her arm around Darcy while grinning at Sharon, though if she did take any from the bowl she'd probably cede the remainder to her regardless. Especially if she'd take it back under the table with her.
"You cannot have the meat."
The pronouncement was sudden, inexplicable, and emanating from beneath Darcy and Terry's seemingly unoccupied kitchen table.
In other words, not something most people wanted to encounter during an impromptu social call.
"Wha..." Inez said, sure that she'd heard someone speak but not seeing anyone around. A quick glance about revealed there was no television or tablet around that might've been playing a movie or show or something... it had sounded like an Arby's ad, maybe? Wasn't their slogan something about having the meats?
Then she realized it was from below the table and she cautiously peered underneath it. "...hello?"
Luminous yellow eyes set in a feline face stared back at her.
"You cannot have the meat," said the voice, now clearly emanating from the throat of what appeared to be a purple lion hunched beneath Darcy's kitchen table. It was clutching something between its clawed hands: a tupperware bowl full of cleanly sliced roast beef. The cat bent over it in a protective crouch.
"It is Allowed Meat," the creature continued. "This is proof."
An orange tupperware lid slid across the tile so fast it bounced off Inez's shoes. In the middle was a sticker of a purple cat.
For some reason Inez had been wondering whether Kane's wolf had been there, but the wolf had never spoken before, not that she knew of anyway. But a purple lion had not been on her radar at all, so her own non-luminous eyes went wide.
"I..." She looked at the lid and frowned. "That's a sticker," Inez said, stating the obvious. "Allowed Meat... w-who allowed it? And ... wait, what the hell is goin' on here?" she sputtered, definitely caught off guard by all of this. "I don't want yer meat," she added, in case that's what the lion was worried about.
There was a grumble from beneath the table. "Prepared by Terry. Certified by Darcy. I am twice-allowed." A twitch of movement -- a tail flick. Then the creature emerged.
She was less lion-like when not half-obscured by a table cloth. Her upper body seemed to have split the difference between human and feline, but her hind legs and face were decidedly catlike. Her fingers -- claw-tipped, and on hands rather than paws -- drummed against the tile as she regarded Inez with suspicion.
"I am Sharon," said the cat. "I am allowed here because I require much protein to regain my strength. Are you allowed?"
"I am, I've been invited. By Darcy," she added, though Inez knew Terry as well. Not as well as Darcy, but that was a whole different conversation and not one she was going to have with... "Sharon, you said? I'm Inez. Nice t'meet you," she said, unsure if she should offer her hand or not. Would it be appropriate to just hold it out there for her to sniff or something? Or to shake? Or... what even was her life, she momentarily thought.
"Protein is important for sure, so you go on an' finish that, I ain't lookin' to deprive a growin'..." She paused. "T'deprive you of that," she concluded. "And... are you here alone, or is Darcy around or..."
Sharon regarded her with the inscrutable yellow gaze of a face unencumbered by anything remotely resembling a human tell.
"Inez who was invited," said the cat after just a split second too long for comfort, "State your intentions with Darcy. If your motives are pure I shall permit."
She did not elaborate on what would happen if they were not.
"Our motives are just that, ours," Inez replied, firm but not impolite. "If it's all the same t'you, Miss Sharon, I'd rather discuss 'em with Darcy. In private." She didn't know why Sharon was there, or if she was able to leave, but she'd rather spend her time with Darcy with just Darcy, regardless of who else the other parties might be.
"Is she even here?" she asked, gazing around the suite to see if she could determine that for herself; if not then she'd leave Sharon to her allowed meat and whatever else she was doing under the table.
Darcy's door opened a crack, then farther as a robe-clad hip bumped it wider. She wasn't paying attention to the room's other occupants yet, braiding her still-wet hair and tying it off before looking up. "Inez! Hey honey. And Sharon, hello to you too cutie cat." Sharon got an affectionate scritch behind an ear and around her cheek. "You aren't giving my lady friend trouble, are you?" she asked the large cat, before wrapping her arms around Inez and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Is this your first time meeting Sharon, hon? I thought she was a hallucination, but well. Hallucinations don't shed."
Sharon purred under Darcy's hand and rubbed a cheek against her robe, unintentionally proving her point. "I am only teasing," the cat insisted. She gave Inez a look that somehow managed to appear almost offensively innocent. "Would not really have challenged. Recognized scent from earlier visits."
Her eyes narrowed a little at Sharon, though she turned and beamed at Darcy, returning the kiss to the brunette's cheek. "It is, an' I might've thought that for a bit there too, heh. No trouble, we were just discussin', uh... allowed meat and such," she concluded, not even sure what to say at that point. "An' I'm pleased that I'm allowed t'meet you, gorgeous," she said, trying to pivot away from the ... apparently not hallucinatory cat in the room with them.
Darcy grinned in return. "The purple cat stickers! They just came in, I've been having a blast putting them on the containers. I'll make a general announcement later to not eat from them, but they're gonna be stashed here and in the communal fridge at minimum so she can see safe options at a glance. You wanna watch a movie or something? We might end up sharing the couch with a very wiggly cat, though."
Sharon flicked an ear quizzically. "Assumed you would be having sex. Seems as if that might be awkward?"
"Our sex is never awkward," Inez replied, blunt on blunt because why not? "But I reckon I can control myself in front of polite company, if we have any," she said with a small nod, hoping the message to behave was received. It... may not work, given her limited interactions and observations of Sharon in the last five minutes, but it couldn't hurt to play nice.
"Sex isn't the only thing we do when we have time together, but we'll definitely snuggle. Company or no." Darcy's cheeks were light pink, but she was relaxed comfortably against Inez. "I don't mind watching a movie or something first."
"Hm. Seems the internet has misled me about the nature of intimate relationships. I am corrected." Sharon circled to the other side of Darcy's legs and gave her a reassuring rub of the cheek. "Don't worry, would not have tried to watch sex. Know that is rude."
Just then, the suite's door opened and Terry bustled in, one arm holding a hamper full of food and the other patting down her skirt's pockets. She did at least pause most of the way toward her room when she realized others were present. "Och, hello!" She said brightly. "Ignore me, I've mislaid m'mobile and I'd like t'have it for the alarm in the mornin'... though really, Kyle's up so bleedin' early most o'the time, I usually don't need one -- Sharon!" Grinning, she spoke over her shoulder as she pushed her bedroom door open. "I've new tupperware out for y'if you're interested! Darce, have y'seen m'mobile?"
"Ah? Sec." Darcy pulled her own out of one of the deep pockets on her robe and pulled up Terry's contact, focusing on the little thread that looped back to the device. Her eyes took on a neon sheen as she followed the trail until she could remotely turn off the Do Not Disturb. That done, she set her phone to dial. Muffled ringing came from somewhere in the basket. "Is there an interior pocket in that hamper? I'd check there. If not, maybe it slipped under something else. Bread, perhaps?"
"Feckin' hell, you're the best," Terry said, beaming as she promptly left her room a moment later, mobile now firmly in her free hand. "Love y't'bits!" Looking over Darcy's shoulder Terry continued to grin as she waved her phone -- and thus, her whole hand -- at the other two women in the room. "Ladies, I hope y'have a delightful evenin', don't get up t'anythin' I wouldn't! Oh," turning her eyes back to Darcy, Terry leaned in and bussed their cheeks together. "I'll be back in the mornin', after breakfast. Enjoy havin' the whole suite t'yourself. And Sharon." She laughed.
"I think that mostly limits us to not doing hard drugs," Darcy teased back. "Have fun with your boyo, yeah? Tell him not to forget to lock up if he wants his bacon to stay safe." She eyed Sharon, wondering when her free hand had wandered back into the purple fur. "Alright you two. Movie?"
"I will watch." Sharon jumped onto the back of the sofa and draped herself across it like a purple throw pillow. She fixed Inez with a smug yellow gaze that indicated the only way the two women would be using this couch was if they accepted she would be playing the part of headrest.
"I used to like th'idea of that," Inez muttered under her breath before smiling at Darcy. "I mean, sure, we can make some popcorn an'..." She arched an eyebrow at Sharon. "Y'don't like popcorn, right?" She really hoped it wouldn't be Allowed Corn. Let me have something to myself tonight, Jesus Tap Dancing Christ, she thought.
"I can make us a bowl with butter. And Sharon can have meat or a bowl without butter." Darcy gave Sharon a firm stare. "But you only get one or the other, not both. I don't want to deal with giant cat hork because you made yourself sick."
"Meat," Sharon said meekly. "Shall continue to indulge status as obligate carnivore."
The great furred head turned to Inez and with a half-lidded stare that said, I will steal from your bowl anyway.
"Good, so I won't have t'share," Inez joked, slipping her arm around Darcy while grinning at Sharon, though if she did take any from the bowl she'd probably cede the remainder to her regardless. Especially if she'd take it back under the table with her.
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Date: 2023-09-01 08:11 pm (UTC)An orange tupperware lid slid across the tile so fast it bounced off Inez's shoes. In the middle was a sticker of a purple cat.
God, I love you guys.
I know I was like, present for the whole writing of this, but there are just so many great lines. <3
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Date: 2023-09-01 11:55 pm (UTC)(Yes, I did that. No shame)
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Date: 2023-09-02 03:20 am (UTC)(That said, Inez clearly matters to Darcy, so she'd absolutely fuck someone up on her behalf if the need arose.)