xp_logs | LOG: Forge and Catseye, Thursday, lunchtime (Reply)

Catseye tries to replicate her large-cat transformation, by various unsuccessful means. Forge finally gets some maintenance done after the week's events, and an insight into his medical history is revealed. Catseye, however, is none to impressed with it - and decides to meddle.

Forge stuck his head inside his suite, checking quickly for signs of
Mad Pregnant Women sacked out on the bed or couch. Thankfully,
everything seemed to be quiet which meant Dani was either in class or
in her own room. With a sigh of relief, he walked over to his side of
the room he shared with Kyle and tossed his sweat-soaked "Xavier's -
Phys. Ed." shirt over his head and into his laundry basket with a...
thump?

He glanced around, then his eye caught the telltale sign of purple
fur. Peering around his bed, he noticed the everpresent purple cat
crouched in the corner... repeatedly bumping her head into the wall.

Arching an eyebrow, Forge dropped belly-first onto his bed, smiling at
Catseye. "You know," he remarked, "only one Kitty here walks through
walls."

Catseye paused in mid-thump, eyes locking on him straightaway though
she turned her head in a slow swivelling motion to look at him.
ShinyMouseBoy thinks he's fuuuunny. She very delicately raised
the corner of her lip at him, baring a fang at him in disdain - and
while it wasn't at all to the satisfying proportions it had been
during the night of the attack, she still wasn't the smallest of cats
by far. Looking back at the wall in that same slowly motion, Catseye
narrowed her eyes in concentration.

Nothing.

Thump!

Forge pondered putting his hand or a pillow between cat and wall to
absorb the impact, but recalled the scratches Kyle had received the
last time he'd tried to mess with Catseye when she was intent on
something. Shrugging, he rolled over and began working the latches to
his leg's retaining collar. Catseye had seen him remove the prosthetic
for maintenance enough times, and she was occupied anyway.

"If you're trying to be like Jamie," he said, detaching the leg
completely, rolling to one side from the sudden shift in balance, "I
don't think the house is big enough for two purple cats. Or four. Or
maybe you're trying to be like Mr. Dayspring. I don't think
concussions give you more superpowers."

The head thumping paused for yet another moment, Catseye glaring holes
into the wall in front of her. Catseye is going to sit on
ShinyMouseBoy when Catseye is a big cat. The thought was
accompanied by a distinctly evil expression. BIG CAT! Still
nothing.

With a long sigh Catseye flopped down to the ground, hiding her face
in her paws. Her head was starting to hurt from all the thumping too.
And Forge was just mocking, which was being not useful in the least.

Absently, Forge reached down without looking, flailing his hand around
until he brushed the familiar fur and scratched absently. "Silly cat.
Although by the way everyone's acting, smacking your head into the
wall wouldn't be weird behavior today. Everyone's gone loony, and I'm
the only one who's sane, as usual." He diverted his attention to the
prosthetic and started unfastening moduled and disconnecting wires.
"Man, I hate this stuff. If it didn't work, though..." he let out a
sigh, withdrawing one of the empty ampules that held his medication.
"Better than turning into a total chickenshit every time there's a
loud noise, though."

Looking down at the cat, he smiled. "See, you're lucky. Cats don't
have panic attacks. Or need stupid meds."

StupidMouseBoy doesn't either. Catseye resisted the urge to
bite his hand and instead lifted her head to peer idly at the ampules
and the delivery system he'd installed in the artificial leg. It
wasn't as though she hadn't seen him do this several times before,
after all.

"Mrrr." She flicked her whiskers back at the smell of the ampules -
the faint scent of medication was always there once they'd been used,
if not before and with a disgusted expression the cat very
deliberately raised one paw to cover her nose with.

Carefully, Forge inserted the full capsules into the delivery system
he and Dr. McCoy had designed. It picked up on the warning signs of a
panic attack and released the propranolol into his bloodstream,
regulating adrenal and cardiac response. It also had the side effect
of making him feel extremely calm and focused, something he wasn't
quite ready to explain to Kyle's inquisitive questioning.

Of course, the aftereffects always did a number on his stomach. He'd
been sick for two straight hours once they got out of the shelter.
Forge placed a hand on his midsection. "Speaking of... probably
shouldn't have had that venison before P.E. Dodgeball and full
stomach, ow..."

Levering himself up on his one leg, he held onto the wardrobe as he
hopped towards the shared bathroom. "Be right... back..." he mumbled,
making his way towards relief.

Watching him go with complete lack of concern, Catseye lent an ear to
the sound of the door closing, and waited just a moment longer - and
then shifted, leaning over the module with narrowed eyes. Catseye
thinks this has gone on long enough now. The shift was smooth and
the girl now staring down at the module raised one claw tipped finger
carefully, to pry out the top most capsule. One ear was still very
much listening for the sound of Forge hopping his way back to the
door, which wasn't going to happen just yet it seemed. The capsules
pried out, she then extended a claw, pressing it carefully to one of
the delicate needles inside the mechanism. And bent it slowly, taking
her time to curve it entirely until it would be of no use whatsoever
no matter how many times the delivery system was activated. Or snapped
outright perhaps, she judged, from the slight creak she heard right
before she released the pressure.

The ampule was then replaced, Catseye nodding in satisfaction before
making sure she'd left no traces behind, such as purple hair - that
was one lesson learned, at least. With a yawn, she rubbed at her
forehead absently, then rolled her eyes and shifted back to cat shape
to hop on the bed and curl up there. Big Cat. Catseye will get it.
So there.

Forge hopped out of the bathroom, eyeing the cat curled on his pillow.
"Heh," he mused. "I think you've got the right idea." He finished
connecting the activator wires to the medication capsules, then sealed
the entire unit up and began fastening his leg in place. That done, he
gently nudged the cat to the side and curled up on his pillow. Cats
weren't the only ones entitled to a short lunchtime nap, after all.