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entrancelogs2014-06-07 03:11 pm
widows_kiss) wrote in entrancelogs2014-06-07 03:11 pm
Event Catch-all Post
Who: Natasha Romanoff Liddell and [OPEN] to whoever wants her in human form or leopard.
Where: Around the mansion and the grounds
When: the duration of the event
Rating: Anywhere from PG to ??? (depending on if she reverts to human on any of you)
Summary: Natasha's cursed with the Spirit of Leopard.
The Story:
[Option 1: Natasha]
Natasha falls somewhere in the middle generation of Liddell cousins and siblings that inhabit the mansion. She's not one of the most social of them either, preferring to be more solitary like the animal spirit she was cursed with. That doesn't mean she doesn't still keep tabs on family members and keep an eye on the happenings around the mansion, just that she's usually fairly subtle about it. For a few years when she was younger, she traveled the world to see what she could see, but in recent years, she's been more than content to stay home, around her family, for whatever she might be needed for. Family's important to her, despite the fact that there's so many of them and she might not be the best at showing it sometimes.
Most days (or nights, as she's known to have a nocturnal streak) she can usually be found wandering, or possibly curled up somewhere comfortable with a book or a companion. If you spot her alone, feel free to come join her or lure her out into into some fun. Despite her occasional aloof manner or cool stare, she does have a mischievous playful side that shows up at unexpected moments.
[Option 2: Leopard]
In a house with so many people inside its walls, its inevitable that sooner or later collisions occur. Natasha's not usually overly worried about this - she understands the need to keep their curse a secret and faithfully endeavors to do so but accidents happen and unlike some of her relatives, she's just as comfortable in her cursed form as she is in her human one.
It's why she doesn't sweat it too much if she does accidentally bump into someone nearby - she's good at vanishing out of sight quickly if need be, and there are plenty of shadowy heights to perch in out of sight. Sometimes this plays out to her advantage, especially if she's feeling particularly bored or playful. Not everyone in the mansion is very good at staying aware of their surroundings when there are predators looking to pounce.
((OOC: This is Natasha's catch-all post for the event. Feel free to pick either option, if you want to interact with her as human or in her leopard form, or even both, if your character's inclined to trigger her transformation in some way. I'm up for anything!))
Where: Around the mansion and the grounds
When: the duration of the event
Rating: Anywhere from PG to ??? (depending on if she reverts to human on any of you)
Summary: Natasha's cursed with the Spirit of Leopard.
The Story:
[Option 1: Natasha]
Natasha falls somewhere in the middle generation of Liddell cousins and siblings that inhabit the mansion. She's not one of the most social of them either, preferring to be more solitary like the animal spirit she was cursed with. That doesn't mean she doesn't still keep tabs on family members and keep an eye on the happenings around the mansion, just that she's usually fairly subtle about it. For a few years when she was younger, she traveled the world to see what she could see, but in recent years, she's been more than content to stay home, around her family, for whatever she might be needed for. Family's important to her, despite the fact that there's so many of them and she might not be the best at showing it sometimes.
Most days (or nights, as she's known to have a nocturnal streak) she can usually be found wandering, or possibly curled up somewhere comfortable with a book or a companion. If you spot her alone, feel free to come join her or lure her out into into some fun. Despite her occasional aloof manner or cool stare, she does have a mischievous playful side that shows up at unexpected moments.
[Option 2: Leopard]
In a house with so many people inside its walls, its inevitable that sooner or later collisions occur. Natasha's not usually overly worried about this - she understands the need to keep their curse a secret and faithfully endeavors to do so but accidents happen and unlike some of her relatives, she's just as comfortable in her cursed form as she is in her human one.
It's why she doesn't sweat it too much if she does accidentally bump into someone nearby - she's good at vanishing out of sight quickly if need be, and there are plenty of shadowy heights to perch in out of sight. Sometimes this plays out to her advantage, especially if she's feeling particularly bored or playful. Not everyone in the mansion is very good at staying aware of their surroundings when there are predators looking to pounce.
((OOC: This is Natasha's catch-all post for the event. Feel free to pick either option, if you want to interact with her as human or in her leopard form, or even both, if your character's inclined to trigger her transformation in some way. I'm up for anything!))
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The leopard is currently perched quite smugly on top of him, green eyes gleaming with the feline equivalent of humor, or possibly much more human than that, if he's looking closely enough. A thick black tail swishes softly against the carpet, a definite hint of playfulness. Or at the very least, satisfaction at having mostly pinned the other man under eighty pounds of fur and muscle.
She doesn't say anything yet - she's more interested in seeing his reaction. Not that she lets that show. In typical feline manner, she feigns disinterest in the person she's now pounced on, looking indifferent about the entire thing as she lifts one paw to clean it.
What, you were expecting her to move sometime soon?]
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His life is so hard. It really is.
There he is, all set to panic, while this death kitty tries to pass itself off as a housecat. And it's not like he hasn't noticed the way the place has suddenly become a petting zoo or anything, but the last thing he expected to was to play kitty butt warmer.
Slowly, so painfully slowly, he starts to reach for his phone, hoping to at least get his fingers hooked over it enough to pull it close and...What? Who's he going to call? There's always that one working gauntlet, of course, and he supposes he might could get Steve to help but.]
Sir?
[No panic in JARVIS's voice, but he's not really the type, is he.]
I'm here. [And still trying to reach the phone. But his attention is at least ninety percent focused on the leopard still sitting on him, keeping his breathing as sloow and even as he can, with a giant cat impeding the process.
This is absolutely not this day. He's really not looking to get mauled.] I don't suppose a promise of a can of Friskies is enough to make you move, is it.
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She seems particularly unimpressed with that question and lowers herself a little, because yeah, she hasn't missed him reaching for his phone, so she distracts him with movement instead, bringing her head down closer to where he's watching her with the impressive effort of not panicking.
Still intent on playing without letting him know about it, she curls her lips back to reveal an impressive set of teeth and gives him a soft snarl that somehow still accurately conveys just what she thinks about Friskies.]
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So Friskies are out, and he's trying to talk to said death kitty like it understands. All he wanted was to go to the lab. That's it. That's all. Go the lab, try to figure out what's going on, and see if he can't find a work around with Pepper until this event is over.
But of course not.]
Okay, look. [Why is even bothering. But he moves his hand back away from his phone, slowly, before holding them up, palms exposed.]
I'm really not edible, okay. I mean, there's still palladium all in my system, and if it doesn't kill you, you're not gonna be happy. So let's just. Agree this is a bad idea all around and you go your way, and I go mine.
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You'd probably taste terrible anyway.
[He's supposed to know. He's sleeping with her sister, for god's sake. Not to mention he's had to have seen her in this form in the past, although she couldn't remember off the top of her head. It's happened often enough recently that it's easy to lose track. It doesn't occur to Natasha that maybe a talking cat might not be what he's expecting.]
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Is she serious.
That look of wary calm is gone in an instant, as he scowls up at the leopard - or should he say Natasha - because he knows that voice. He knows that voice a little too well, though it answers his question if anyone else has gone wild side that he knows.]
You know, this really isn't funny. It's not. You nearly gave me a heart attack, okay, and my ticker's in rough enough shape as it is. [This isn't funny. It's not. Okay, maybe a little.
But he's willing to guess she probably has a whole set of shiny new memories, too, just like Pepper.] D'you...D'you think I can get my phone and at least give JARVIS the stand down code? Because apparently I'm not allowed to walk around by myself without it now.
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[If the twitching tail behind her hadn't been enough of a hint of her playful amusement. Also, still not moving. She does, however, take a delicate sniff, scenting the air curiously.]
You did manage not to piss yourself though. Congratulations. And that's probably smart of JARVIS, knowing what you get yourself into. Go ahead.
[Her tone reverts to that same feline style of disinterest as she loftily gives him permission to continue. Even if she doesn't seem inclined to budge from her perch.]
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But he does hook a finger around the edge of his phone and drags it closer, before picking it up and punching in the all clear code JARVIS had insisted on, the countdown blinking out and the phone returning to its normal display. That had been close, really, not that...Anything would have really happened other than everyone and their brother getting an alert to his location and that he wasn't answering his phone, but still.]
You know, you have a sick sense of humor. You do. Haven't we established that already? And here you are, using me like some kitty bed. This? Not okay.
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Still, she remains where she is, looking as smug as she is currently able to, appearing completely content with how they've ended up.]
I do, but you're not really one to criticize. Besides, you wouldn't like me if I didn't have a sense of humor. And you make a very comfortable kitty bed, for what it's worth. Maybe I'm just keeping you here until the swans get back.
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But he flops back, holding the phone to his chest just over the arc reactor, giving her a very unamused look. Very unamused.]
Yeah, you know, I can actually believe that. But if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not go round two with the murder birds. Besides, even you're not that cruel.
[He thinks. Hopes.]
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[ She looks like she's pondering that a moment before giving a huff of laughter and rolling off of him, still sprawled lazily on the rug. ]
I suppose you're right. At the very least, I don't want Pepper annoyed with me.
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[He is, however, giving himself an internal pat on the back. As far as he's concerned, he's handling this whole...Everyone he knows is suddenly from the Jungle Book thing very well. Doing a great job with that whole keeping it mostly normal thing.
He pushes himself upright, tucking his phone back into his pocket, since the files can wait until he makes it down to the lab.]
Besides, I'm, like, a hundred percent sure the murderbirds could take you.
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[ He gets a sarcastic snort at that. ]
Please. They take one look at me and get all ruffled and scoldy and start backing away slowly. Possibly because they make great targets for pounce-tag and they've learned better by now. It's Pepper who would murder me.