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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!))

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It was easy to lose track of time when she felt like she was melting into a puddle on the rug. Utterly relaxed by the attention - and the relative safety, despite the ways she knew Bruce would object to that opinion - Natasha forgets that she'd been waiting for something specific before he'd interrupted her catnap in the sun. Or how long she's been stuck furry.

Which is why she's nearly as surprised as he is when there's a quiet puff of smoke and his hand is suddenly not stroking dark fur but the warm skin of her side as she's stretched out in front of him.

For a moment, she just lays here frozen, because that had certainly not been what she'd expected and if she'd have thought, she would have rolled herself into him again, changing back in the confusion but as it was, she just blinked at him with wide green eyes for a heartbeat too long before rolling over onto her front. At least the floor offered some modesty.

"Shit."

The moment the puff of smoke clears and he sees who now lies spread across the floor where the leopard had been not a moment ago, he takes his hand away with a shocked hiss like her skin just turned acidic. Her one word drowns under Bruce's own when he finally speaks up, hands drawn close to his own chest and as far away from her as possible without actually crawling away from her.

"Jesus fuck!" he's not big on swears, not really, but the whole situation is so surreal and unbelievable that the word slips past his lips before he even thinks it over. "Natasha?! I'm--"

Then he sits there, for a while unable to look away from her in sheer shock, then something clicks in his brain and finally he realizes she's very much naked across the floor, right in front of him. His eyes fall on the ground to his side, hands held up between them as if to block his own vision further. "God, I... sorry, just." Another awkward moment of silence, then he hurriedly shrugs off his jacket and holds it open towards her. "Here. Just. Take it."

It was a combination of his startled curse and the look he's staring at her with and the entire ridiculousness of this situation that finally breaks through her own stunned surprise. And then her reaction is to promptly bury her face against the carpet and begin to laugh, unabashed and unrestrained, just genuine amusement let loose.

When he holds out his jacket to her, she glances up, tears in her eyes from the laughter, and mirth still lingering still, because he looks so very horrified. Very carefully, so she doesn't traumatize him further, she frees a hand to take the jacket, which is fortunately big enough on her to hide just about everything important.

"Thank you," she manages, stifling the uncharacteristic urge to giggle, despite the look on his face still tempting her to go off again. "And I should be the one apologizing. I usually have a little more warning than that."

He holds the jacket up until she takes it from him, making it a point not to look up, not even when she starts laughing at the whole situation - maybe a little at him too. He wouldn't judge her, honestly, he can only imagine the look on his face right now.

"What's so funny?" But he's chuckling too, though very faintly, and it's mostly fueled by Natasha's own mirth. He still barely spares her a glance, embarrassment clear on his face even when she's already covered herself up with his jacket.

"Ah. Yes, the... curse. Right?" Said with a slightly dry tone, but he's not going to say anything more to it. He knows this is an event, but he also knows that there's no point trying to explain that to those affected. Whatever Wonderland has pulled this time, it has also changed people's memories, so he knows that Natasha thinks she's had this condition all her life, even though Bruce knows very well that's not true.

"Your expression, at the moment," she replies, voice still thick with humor as she grips his jacket around her, angling herself away slightly to hide what that jacket doesn't when she sits up again. "The situation in general. I really am sorry. I must have lost track of time. I usually have.... well. I'm usually more careful than that."

Although apparently he already knows the reason why, so she just dips her head in a nod. "Yes. That."

"Always nice to know my face is motive for laughter," he says with a hint of sarcasm, but really he doesn't mind at all. He can only guess how ridiculous his expression must've looked for a moment there.

"Hey, it's fine. Just forget about it," he pauses as he shifts farther away from her. "I'm more upset that you almost made me think you were going to eat me alive."

"Only when you're caught off guard. Which is a very rare occurrence, you must admit. We'll call it a fair trade for that time you made me think you were going to squish me," she adds it in impish humor, because it's easier to joke about it now, at least maybe for her.

"Besides, you were safe. I just had dinner."

"I could've very well squished you now too," he answers with his own peculiar kind of humor just the same, even if that particular memory, blurred as it is for him, isn't one he's fond of at all. "And I honestly hope you didn't just eat some innocent passerby."

It's clear he doesn't meant that at all. Leopard or not, he knows Natasha wouldn't kill someone just for the hell of it, and certainly she wouldn't eat them when she could find food in so many other places.

"Do you want me to get you clothes, or... walk with you somewhere?" Sitting naked with only a jacket on in the middle of the hallway doesn't seem too pleasant for him, at least.

"Please," she sighs with exaggerated expression, rolling her eyes. "If I bothered to eat anyone, they wouldn't be innocent."

He's welcome to interpret that how he likes, although there's a hint of wicked humor that glints briefly in green eyes for a moment before it's gone again, almost fast enough to miss.

"My clothes are back in my room," she answered instead, letting the subject change, just in case. Carefully, she pushes herself to her feet, keeping the jacket carefully clutched around her for his modesty's sake. "But if you'd like your jacket back, it's not far to walk."

He just smiles at the remark, not giving it much more credit than it's due. He's pretty sure she's just joking after all.

After she gets up he follows suit, still keeping his eyes averted from her until she fixes the jacket a bit more tightly around her. "You can keep it, it's fine. But I can walk you to your room, if you want." He knows Natasha wouldn't have any problems on her way there, and she can take care of herself just fine, but it still doesn't sound too pleasant to walk around half-naked and alone around the mansion.

"I can't say I'd object to the company, but I've also given you your fair share of heart attacks for one morning, so if you were heading somewhere in particular, I'm sure I can make do," she answers, giving him a crooked smile as she turns down the hallway that leads to her room, casting a glance over her shoulder at him and leaving the decision up to him.

Bruce stands thoughtfully for a moment, but in the end steps towards her instead, to walk her back to her room. It's not like he has pressing business to tend to here, and it's a detour of five minutes, ten at best. And he knows very well she can make do on her own, but he'd still rather make sure she'd get back to her room safely and without any unpleasant encounters.

She ducks her head and hides a smile when he moves to accompany her, but doesn't comment on it, merely maintains a careful distance for his modesty as she leads the way.

"So. You know?"

He crosses his arms thoughtlessly, following after her in silence for a while. At the question, Bruce only nods, sparing on glances or looks for the moment, and rather keeping his eyes on the floor and walls of the corridor.

"Yeah, I had a... a run-in with Pepper earlier on."

She indulges in a soft laugh at that, amusement flitting in her green eyes.

"Hopefully it involved less bruises than Tony ended up with."

"No, far from it," he said with some humor in his tone. "But then again I didn't wake up to a talking swan in my bed, so there's that."

"I'd have more sympathy for him if he hadn't made her so upset in the process," Natasha retorted wryly, rolling her eyes. Then again, she was fairly certain Pepper could take care of herself. Not that she wasn't still overprotective of her sister.

"No, I know. Tony isn't exactly the kind to earn any kind of sympathy from... well, anyone, actually," he admitted that much. Even if he liked Tony, he could admit to that much. But in this case, it was a little difficult to explain how both he and Tony didn't have the same memories they did. It'd be as impossible for her to accept it as it would be for Bruce to even begin considering the hypothesis that what he remembered might be the actual farce here.

Edited 2014-07-18 15:08 (UTC)

"And yet, I'm still inexplicably fond of the asshole," she sighs mournfully, shaking her head at herself as they turn down the hall that leads to their rooms.

Bruce huffs a chuckle at the words, not quite predictable though he's not entirely unfamiliar with hearing them. "It's a Tony thing, yeah. Call it charisma, if you will. His natural talent."

"At least you have a better chance at understanding most of the words that he's babbling about when he goes off on a tangent," she points out with a sly smile, glancing over at him.

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Event Catch-all Post

let me know if this is alright? (also oh my god i am so sorry)

This tag is like 10 days old and I am still laughing at it.

oh god so am I lmao

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