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Who: Cy [

sparkplugs] and YOU. All of the yous.
Where: The library, dining room, and the grounds.
When: October 14th
Rating: Probably PG at most.
Summary: Cy wrecks stuff, eats, and makes magic birds. Action spam or prose is fine.
The Story:

The Library:

Cy began her morning in the library. She'd never taken much interest in books. At least not the words. What cat would? What she did like was the sound the paper made. It crinkled pleasantly under her feet, and the noise it made when she tore it with her teeth was delightful. Not to mention the fun that could be had playing with the scraps of paper her vandalism produced. It was also something she'd discovered tasted quite good though it was a struggle to swallow.

At various times she could be found enthusiastically destroying books, playing in a shower of paper she knocked around the room, or nesting in a pile of shredded paper in the corner. At other times she was nowhere to be found, though the evidence of her presence was scattered everywhere. She hid herself in amongst the shelves, waiting for someone to come and discover her perfect hiding place. Not that she was especially subtle. If she could stay still long enough the scrabbling of her claws wouldn't be heard, then a tail or paw peeking out gave her game away.

The Dining Room:

All her adventures in the library had managed to make her work up quite the appetite. Paper was nice and all , but it didn't do much to fill her. Hungry, Cy made a beeline for the dining room where she wished herself some nice fish. She ate this underneath the shelter of a table near the door, then waited for other unwary diners to come near enough she could pounce on their feet.

"My fish!"

The Gardens:

As the evening set in, Cy crept out into the gardens, stopping just in front of the fountain. At first she glanced around to see if anyone was looking, but finding herself alone she soon dropped her defences, no longer paying any mind to anyone around her.

She opened up her mouth, motes of light drifting out, standing out against the slowly darkening sky. It's not just light that pours out of her mouth, though. There are birds too. Tiny and unrecognisable in species, but bright and varied in colour. They flutter around Cy's head as she sits and even more emerge from her mouth.

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[Rocket does not consider the arboreal life his style, despite the fact that his best friend is a tree. That said, Wonderland has nothing that could be considered urban sprawl and that one guy did say something about the trees talking. Maybe Groot's here- maybe he just can't get to him. It's a small sliver of hope.

He sees the motes of light as they extend up to the sky from where he's been wandering and hope leaps into his chest. Suddenly he's tearing through the grounds until he reaches the edge, just across the fountain from Cy. The hope pops like a soap bubble, but his disappointment doesn't manifest as anything more than a slight flicker before he just ends up watching her light show, mesmerized... and maybe a bit weirded out. The butterflies are a new thing for him.]

[Cy's more or less absorbed with her creations, but she vaguely registers the flicker of disappointment. Her ears twitch, but she carries on for another minute or so, not ready to stop just then. Once her mouth is closed she glances back at Rocket, a little disappointed herself. He doesn't seem disappointed anymore, but he still seems to be finding her lights strange.]

Don't you like it?

Yeah.

[He says it offhandedly, because he does like it. He liked it when Groot did it, though he'd never say anything like that out loud. Mostly he griped and bitched and moaned just to keep up appearances, but it's sort of hard to have any kind of appearances with a telepath.] I just... thought you were someone else there for a tick.

[He ventures a little closer to the edge of the fountain, climbing up onto the edge so he can shrug it off and occupy himself with something else... like washing some of the dirt and nature out of his fur. Yup.]

[Cy hops up next to him, worrying at some of the fur on his arm with her teeth for a moment before giving up. He's clean enough now, right?]

I'm not tall enough to be a tree.

[Which probably isn't actually that comforting.]

I bet I could find you one nearly as good.

[He makes a face, but allows it. And yes, he is definitely clean enough. Enough that he feels compelled to rub at his mussed fur a bit to get it to not stick up funny.]

Nah. None of these trees can carry on a conversation worth a damn and that's sayin' somethin' since Groot only knew three words.

[There's a definite benefit to knowing a telepath- you don't have to explain anything to them. He just talks like she already knows... Which she does. How much she comprehends is another story entirely, but oh well.] 'Sides, right now you're bigger than he was when I left 'em.

Three words are all you need. Don't know why you use the rest.

[Not that she restricts her vocabulary either.]

He'll get bigger. You should water him.

You'd love him.

[He says that with an air of someone pointedly sickened by the idea, but that's just for show. Deep deep down, he'd find it adorable. But tell no one.

He shifts awkwardly.] If he was here, I wouldn't be lettin' his pot outta my sight. But he's back out there somewhere. [He flicks his wrist towards the sky.] Probably better for it, too.

You would too.

[Not that he doesn't know that already. He was the one missing him after all.]

You'll see him again, Space Ace. You'll see. [She looks up at the sky he's just flicked his wrist at.] I'd like to make lights with him.

[His ears twitch as he looks up at the sky, a bit lost.] Maybe. Wonderland ain't too particular about who it drags down here.

[And as much as it would annoy him to have Groot mixed up in all this... it would be nice to have him and the other Guardians here.]

Yes it is. It isn't random, you know.

[He looks back down at her, his whole body tensing.] What d'you mean?