:33 < furst pounce

[furocious]

Characters: Nepeta Leijon (OU) and open!
Setting: Around room 2-07 and the dormitories.
Format: Action preferred, but I can go either way.
Summary: Nepeta's new to the tower, so time to look around.
Warnings: Mentions of death, probably not much else.

[The act of waking up is a strange one when you don't expect to wake up at all. Freaking out is also mitigated when you're stuck still in--what is this, a human bed?--for half a minute before you can get up. It gives Nepeta the chance to, if not calm completely, get a push on the way there, and also realize she's not in pain anymore. But then what is this place? It doesn't look like the lab, and again, she's pretty sure she didn't have something soft to lay on when her eyes first closed.]

[Once her limbs decide they can move again, though, she's up instantly. Three things come quickly to her attention: the collar around her neck (which gets some pokes, prods, and tugs before she gives up on removing it), then the two letters. Being told her world has been destroyed is no news at all - Alternia is already pretty much gone! - but the rest is unexpected. This is a place to live. There's things here to help in that. And again, most importantly, she's alive.]

[So what does this mean for everyone else? It's a stab to the gut to think back on what happened to Equius, and she can't stop a sharp hiss at the thought of Gamzee potentially being here. But if they could save her, maybe, just maybe, they could save her friends too.]

[After one last delay spent checking the contents of her trunk, she's out the door to get an idea of this place. Her nerves aren't totally settled; her feet carry her light and careful through the halls of the dormitories. For all she wants to see who's here, she can't afford not to be wary.]

Comments

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

... The beds, you mean? Yes, we do. Everyone I know of does, at the very least.

[It's nice, too. A lot better than making due with a cloak and grass.]

[furocious]

I'll have to get used to them. Trolls use these big pods full of green slime called recuperacoons. But sometimes I've slept without one befur, so it won't be too hard. At least it felt comfurtable.

[Pfft, what are you talking about? Grass is pretty good too if you're looking for a nap outside with your lusus.]

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

[Well yeah, grass isn't too bad - but she definitely prefers a soft bed. It's even softer than the one from her house, too.]

It's nice, isn't it?

Oh - I forgot one thing. You have to eat the oatmeal they provide you in the eating area, or anything else will make you ill, alright?

[furocious]

[She hmms a little. For all what she said, she did mean that she'll have to get used to it, even if it doesn't feel bad. That and the second thing distracts her attention.]

What's oatmeal?

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

Foul tasting.

[That's the best description she's got, sorry; and it comes with an apologetic face.]

It is a... cereal, I believe. It is a bit sticky, and it's almost like thick, white, mud.

But after you eat the oatmeal here, you can eat anything else to get the taste out of your mouth, luckily.

[furocious]

Blehhhh.

[She sticks her tongue out; there's her opinion of that.]

You're pawsitive I have to eat it furst? Is there even a purrpose fur it?

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

I'm positive, unfortunately.

To be blunt, if you don't eat it first, you'll regurgitate everything else.

[Which is not good, for obvious reasons.]

[furocious]

Ick.

[Another displeased look at that.]

Okay, I'll eat it, even if I won't like it. Can you at least tell me if there's meat I can have after that? Or if there are any animals that are safe to hunt?

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

Ah, I believe the fish may be edible, here...
But there is cucco meat in the kitchen, yes.

[Well, chicken really. But. She knows them as cuccos.]

[furocious]

Yesss, fish definitely sounds good! Where can I find those? And what's a cucco?

[Chicken would get the same question.]

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

A cucco is a bird - most raise them on farms for their eggs.

Fish, though, live in the ponds on various floors, and another floor with walls of water. You can walk right into it, as well; but I am not sure how many of them can be eaten.

[She's never seen any of the fish there before, either.]

[furocious]

Hmm. Like a cluckbeast?

But that just means I'll catch them and see. Trying something new can be fun!

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

I suppose, if that's what you call them.

[... Cluckbeast - that's really cute...]

Be careful, alright? It wouldn't do to catch a poisonous fish.

[furocious]

Poisonous?

[That doesn't sound good, and her mouth drops open in worry at that prospect.]

Okay, I'll definitely look out and try to catch ones that are furmiliar. Do you know if the ponds are safur than that one floor?

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

As far as I am aware, yes.

... Have you never heard of fish being poisonous, before?

[furocious]

My lusus taught me not to eat certain things, but I didn't know I would have to worry about it here so much. Maybe I can ask around and see if people know which fish are safe or dangerous to eat.

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

That would probably be best, yes. I'm not fond of fish myself, so I'm just going off of what I have heard.

[Which isn't always the best advice.]

[furocious]

I'm more used to eating other stuff besides fish, but I don't mind a change if it means I can keep hunting my own meals. It's just kind of boring to eat stuff someone else has caught or made all the time.

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

I suppose so, for a hunter. I can't say the same, of course - back home, I picked my own food, rather than hunted it. Living in a forest yields more fruits and nuts than game.

[Game that she can catch, anyway - and no matter how much he insisted, she wouldn't eat anything Mido caught. Because it was always squirrels or rabbits. Which is just... no.]

[furocious]

Yes, a hunter is definitely what I am! I used to live in a cave, and me and my lusus would go out together to catch stuff. It was really fun.

... I was pretty sure I hit post comment, whoops

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

It definitely sounds as such. But... what is a lusus? You've mentioned yours quite a lot.

[furocious]

Oh! Um, I don't know what Hylians have, but you know how animals raise their young, right? Trolls can't really trace who purrvides their genes so instead we're raised by wild animals called lusii. My lusus was a cat, and she was the most beautiful, bestest kitty there ever was! She had two mouths and sometimes I'd ride on her back, and then when she got tired I'd carry her around on mine. Her name was Pounce de Leon, or Pounce fur short.

Sometimes - okay a lot of the time I like to roleplay as a cat like her, too.

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

... Ah, I see.

Hylians just have parents - a mother and a father of their kind who raise them into adulthood.

[Except whoops - it's obvious that's a bit of a touchy subject for Zelda, not that she'll say anything about it.]

It seems like your lusus raised you well, Nepeta.

[furocious]

Oh, so you are like humans.

[She'll leave it there, though. If it's an uncomfortable thing to talk about, the last thing she'd want to do is worsen it for her new friend. And it's something she can understand when she had to use past tense for her own departed custodian.]

She did. She taught me all kinds of stuff - not everything, but impurrtant things still. I cared fur her a whole lot.

[Don't mind while she gets a bit nostalgic. It's hard not to miss the one who raised her.]

[sevenyearbeautysleep]

Well; I am very glad to hear that. You have grown up to be a very sweet girl.

[And very brave, too - not scared of the monsters here at all...]