yes I knew it was no moonshine, it is real

[faceblocks]

Who: vi and various people
What: a catchall for october feat. vileblood anxiety things, animal shenanigans, facepainting things, non-event things. starters will be in the comments. ping me at eisdamme or eisdamme#7495 if you would like one.
When: throughout the month of october
Where: the rookery kitchen, ursulas, cellar door, willful machine, the outpost, the entertainment feed, other places.

Content Warnings: tba

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[chessboardturn]

Uh. You want to go... to the sea? Just fly over, I guess.

[ He scratches under his chin. ]

...or do you want me to go over there with you?

[ Battler is way off. Which isn't really his fault, but it's probably putting a damper on this conversation. ]

[faceblocks]

[that's ...not the worst interpretation? she might be able to write in the sand! also, it's kind of a fun game, if she looks at it as more of a temporary challenge and not ...longer. which is easier to do than expected - a byproduct of sensory overload. how had she not noticed each sleeper by smell before this?

yes, battler. you smell nice to batcats. or maybe just this batcat. and wow, does vileblood stink - she gets why visenya makes that face now, 100%.

so she beats her wings faster - up and up and swooping down and around - a pleased little yelp as she moves toward the ocean, looks back at him and nods again before hovering a bit further and looking back. her ears have gone sideways, and she's got a look of planned mischief about her, even if she isn't actively planning it now. this cat is giving all signs of wanting to play chase me chase me.]

[chessboardturn]

[ Oh! He got it right? Great! He follows at a quick little jog, not wanting to lose sight of his new little friend. If she wants him to chase, she'll chase, at least for now. His pace picks up. She's small, but she's quick! ]

Hey, wait up!

[faceblocks]

[she will zoom a little and then circle back each time - throwing in a loop de loop and only once getting distracted by a child carrying a streamer. it's not parkour, but it's ...close enough to relieve her nerves. it's also fun. and she'll stop the moment she's able to fly over the sand, flitting back to battler to give him a little pat on the shoulder. a good job, kid! from an odd little batcat.]

[chessboardturn]

[ He makes a little noise of amusement - not quite a laugh - as she swoops back to congratulate him. He skids to a halt on the sand and stares out over the waves for a long moment before he turns his attention back to her. ]

Well, we're here! Now what?

[faceblocks]

[now what indeed! she drops to the sand, backs up a pace, looks up at battler and then back at the sand, and repositions herself so her back's to him before she busies herself with swiping into the sand, digging out lines not unlike a housecat might do with a litterbox, though she is very deliberate in her marks. the curves are harder. so her letters are sharp and the "s" in particular resembles a more of a backwards z, but it's probably clear enough once she's finished, even if she has spelled 'zleeper' with a pointy little frowny face below it. :<]

[chessboardturn]

[ Wait. It's writing.

He just stares for a few moments, a little flabbergasted. Then he has to read it. ]

Wait.

[ He blinks. ]

Sleeper? You're... a sleeper? Are you always a batcat?

[faceblocks]

[at the first mention of sleeper she mews - surprisingly (even to her) kittenish, a tiny little yes, and she nods and flutters her wings, rising up into the air again before shaking her head no. she brings her paws up to her ears and pats them, and then reaches back to grasp her tail, bringing it between her legs to hold up with one paw while she manages a little shrug with the other before her tail flicks itself away and she spins to bat at it.]

[chessboardturn]

[ Huh. He doesn't know how to take all of that. Although that does tell him something about her. He looks distracted for a moment, his brow furrowing. ]

...so, how'd you end up a batcat, then? Do you wanna go back?

[faceblocks]

[huge shrug, which does look a bit odd when a cat does it. but she thinks a moment and returns to the sand, wiping away her previous message to spell 'curze' with a little pointy question mark at the end of it. it's easier than trying to spell 'facepaint' or the obvious: 'because trench'. she doesn't think to write 'mask'.]

[chessboardturn]

...guess it's Trench being... cursey again.

[ He sighs and settles down onto the sand with a shrug. ]

Well... if you're not in too much trouble, I can at least keep you company.

[faceblocks]

[it's less trouble than she's gotten up to in her regular form, so ...definitely a manageable level of trouble. and yes, she huffs in agreement - trench has gotten cursey. she's not sure what the lesson is to this one, other than learning about animal senses (again with the sleeper smells!), and how difficult it is to communicate without words and thumbs.

as he sits in the sand her eye is caught by something gleaming - she wiggles a moment before pouncing on it, and finding that it's inanimate - a shiny glass marble that is definitely an eye - she bats it over toward battler.]

[chessboardturn]

[ Battler glances over curiously - he is still considering their transformation problem. Maybe it'll wear off? He has his Golden Magic, so he could try to restore her, but he's not sure if that would make it worse or better. Or if he has the power to do so here. The marble distracts him.

Huh. ]

What's that?

[ He reaches out to stop it with a hand and then he gives it a little flick back toward her, rolling it over the sand. Sure, she's a person. But maybe she wants to play? ]

[faceblocks]

[she's sure it's a glass eye, and she knows you can get photos in exchange for them. she wonders if he's done that yet - or if he knows about it at all. ...and then she wonders how fast she can zoom it back to him because: cat. she doesn't mind playing, it comes easily in this form.]

[chessboardturn]

[ He is blissfully unaware of any photo exchange - so for now he's happy to bat it back and forth with her. Relaxing by the seaside with a person turned batcat?

Good way to spend the day, honestly. ]

[faceblocks]

[she'll play as long as he allows - fetching with an enthusiasm that might be a little much for most cats, pausing a few times to dig in the sand to unearth more bits and bobs, another eye, a bit of shell, each time carrying the new discovery to battler for inspection. she'll zoom and catch things thrown into the air if he tries - doing little loops and dives until she settles, and if he'll have her, she'll curl up for a nap in his lap.]