What do you get when an angel gives a werecat catnip?

[undomesticated]

WHO: Riley, Gabriel, and everyone in this bar
WHAT: Catnip shenanigans
WHERE: All over the place
WHEN: Day 111
WARNINGS: Drugged up Riley being ridiculous

Gabriel's POV
With the blackout being over and things almost back to normal - or, well, as close as things ever got to normal in Cape Kore - Gabriel decided that what the community really needed was a little of the fun kind of chaos. And by the community, what he actually meant was himself. Same thing, right?

Of course, the normal Trickster business was off limits. Sure, he could get away with murder and torture here, he was powerful enough to get rid of almost anyone who tried to stop him, but it was a small town, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be reduced to human again. So, small stuff it was. And who better to play victim than Riley? Apart from having had the gall to be offended at his being rude, she was friends with Balthazar, and Gabriel was a tad possessive of his family now that he had them back. Besides, he was pretty sure he had the perfect way to have some non-lethal fun with her.

Catnip was easy for an archangel to create, after all, and even easier to sneak into her house. Assuming that she reacted like a normal cat - and he was really hoping that she would - all that was left was to sit back and wait for the drug to take its effect.

Riley's POV
She woke up slowly, more slowly than usual. She felt... good. Better than she had in a long while. Happy. Mellow. And yet oddly energized. God, something smelled awesome. Smiling, she wriggled in her bed as she slowly opened her eyes. Wait, she knew that smell...

She would have sat up, but that seemed like way too much effort at the moment. She did turn her head to the side and see a familiar clump of green. Aww, hell. Was that catnip? Only one way to find out. Her tongue darted out to bring the plant to her mouth, the taste exploding inside as she chewed on it. Yep. That was catnip. God, it smelled so good. She found herself rolling around in the bed, crushing the leaves and getting it all over her. And her bed. And in her mouth. Maybe she was helping that along by using her hands. She found that idea oddly hilarious, giggling as she chewed on a mouthful of the herb.

Ooh. You know what would be awesome? Going and seeing all her friends! Because today was clearly the best day in the whole wide world and everyone had to know that. She fell out of bed, legs tangled in the sheets from her earlier rolling, but that just made her laugh as she tried to untangle herself. She fell on her butt. Ha, ha. Butt.

She was in too good of a mood to worry about getting dressed, leaving her house in the sleep shorts and tshirt she'd gone to sleep in. Hey, at least she was wearing clothes, right? Right. She might also be taking some of the 'nip with her, crushing it in her hands and taking sniffs of it before breaking into a fit of giggles.

Leaving the house, she went looking for the first person to catch her attention. Ooh, who was that? Kamikazi-Kitty!


{ooc: Anyone is free to run into Riley at this point. It can be when she first leaves the house or perhaps a bit later after she's 'attacked' a few people. Everyone's welcome to try to deal with her and hopefully she won't out herself to the wrong person.

P.S., Gabriel's a poophead.}

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[thezerothlaw]

Daneel is having a very ordinary day for him, wandering through the town in search of trouble, of people who need assistance, of anything that might be amiss. It's something he often does, listening to the emotional rise and fall of minds he might pass near. There's something comforting about it, for him.

And he always feels better if he's in a position to offer aid.

He's near the library now, considering whether he ought to go inside to take the opportunity to research, see what else he might be able to find. His experiment with the romance novels, for one, was rather a failure.

[undomesticated]

Oh hey there, Daneel. She knows you. Hey, roomie.

Have Riley bolting across the road and tackling you with a hug. She wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at him, grinning. "Hi!"

[thezerothlaw]

Daneel blinks down at her in some confusion. "Hello. Are you feeling all right?"

She's certainly... happy. He can't really account for it, but he returns the hug gently enough.

[undomesticated]

"I'm feeling better than all right. Are you feeling all right? You look like you could do with a smile. You should smile." Someone's finger might be inappropriately poking at someone's cheek.

[runboyrun]

Stiles is taking a break after a hard day's clearing out rubble from the quake. He's not specifically heading for Riley's house, but there are really only two roads away from the lighthouse, and one of them leads past her door, so if he happens to walk by and see her? Well, she's good company and she seems to find his quirks endearing instead of annoying.

[undomesticated]

Oh, she sees him. And she goes into hunt mode. Dropping down quickly (which is dumb since he's already seen her), she starts to creep around to some cover, looking for a way to pounce on him.

Come closer, Stiles. Juuuuust a little closer.

[runboyrun]

"Ri-" He stops. Frowns. Maybe she didn't see him? Although that's pretty unlikely considering his hoodie is still a pretty blatant shade of blue and his arm was halfway above his head.

He takes a step forward. "Riley?"

[nedofpies]

She doesn't have far to go to run into Ned; he's sitting on the steps of their spacious front porch, looking in the direction of the ocean, a mug of tea in his hands. The power is back on and he's gained an entirely new appreciation of something as simple as hot water for tea. He's sitting gingerly - there shouldn't be any lasting damage from having that bookcase topple over on him during the earthquake, but it's left him with a few bumps and bruises and a minor concussion (his second since arriving here). He took painkillers when he woke up, so he's feeling fine for the moment, but Daneel had been adamant about him taking it easy for the day.

When he sees Riley coming out the door he smiles automatically, noting immediately that she seems to be in her pajamas. Which would be normal enough on its own: why stand on ceremony in this place? But she also seems to be clutching something in her hands. He sees her bring it to her face and take a deep smell, and then burst into laughter. His head falls to the side in confusion, and he says, clearly puzzled, "Good morning."

[undomesticated]

"Good morning!" She beams at him, then moves to drop down behind him and drape herself over his shoulders. "Isn't it a great morning? It's such a great morning. You know what's great right now?"

She paused for dramatic effect before whispering, "Everything."

[nedofpies]

That is a whole lot of enthusiasm, physical contact, and 'greats' for one minute. Ned doesn't exactly flinch when she latches onto him, but there's a discernible stiffening to the set of his shoulders. It's much less than it would be for someone he knew less, someone he didn't see on a day to day basis.

"Whatcha got there?" Because she's got something in her hand, and Ned wonders whether or not it might be connected to her unprecedented good mood. Riley had always been cheerful, but this level of chipperness (not to mention the breakdown in vocabulary) is a bit much, even for her.

[venatical]

Dean's straightening up in the diner and checking the building for any damage that might need to be fixed up from the earthquake. He has faith in what they built, but their resources were limited, and it's possible the structure is dangerous now. He really hopes not, as he's enjoyed kind of... claiming this space. Sure, he has his house, but he built this place with his hands and he led some really good people through building it up too, and... yeah. He likes it.

First, he needs to clean up the broken dishes, so he's doing that, sweeping up the mess.

[undomesticated]

It's the sound of broken porcelain and glass that has her coming over his way, curious about what's going on in her neighborhood.

Oh look. It's a guy. She doesn't know him other than having seen flashes of him on her comm. What's he doing? He's... sweeping. Well... it would be a shame if someone were to just run through that nicely sorted pile and mess it up, wouldn't it? Yep. A real shame.

Oops?

[venatical]

Dean sighs heavily and looks up, still in sweeping position, broom poised in his hands.

"Really? Really."

That, along with a long, stern look is all she gets before he goes back to sweeping.

[blackmagus]

Fortescue's out clearing her head, walking a bit before she heads in the direction of the bar. Jazz is close on her heels, frazzled after the earthquake, like tattered shadow. She's not really paying attention to her surroundings, at the moment, if she's to be honest with herself. There are far, far too many thoughts in her head. But she hears the gait of someone walking briskly and, raising an eyebrow, turns in that direction.

[undomesticated]

Riley is about to pelt past her, but she skids to a stop when she sees Jazz. She stares at the cat, pupils dilated and panting slightly. Then she drops a little something in front of him and bolts off again, heading for a convenient tree. Kitty wanna play?

[blackmagus]

Are you all right, love? is just about out of her mouth when Riley heads off, and Fortescue stares down at what she dropped. Jazz is far ahead of her. He paws and sniffs at it, then sneezes, and then his fur stands up on end.

In very little time at all, he's rolling around on his back in the dirt, paws shaking.

"What the..."

[tryingitall]

Balthazar is completely innocent of any jealousy his interaction with Riley may have inspired. If he knew, he'd be both flattered and terrified for her. As it is, he'll just have to find out the hard way.

Thus, Riley may find him at work in his garden patch, gently peeling a caterpillar off a squash stem. He hasn't been killing them, simply carrying them off to the woods, so he's got two more in a plastic cup. In spite of that, though, the plants are healthy.

The good thing about being an angel is he's capable of sensing her approach, and he looks up before she can pounce, smiling in welcome. "Out for a walk, love?"

It'll take him a moment to notice she's high as a kite.

[undomesticated]

She's a little disappointed that she couldn't catch him unawares, but that didn't actually stop her from following through on her plan to pounce on her favorite angel.

Clinging to him like a burr, she gnaws ineffectively at his arm, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Yeth?" She says this through a mouthful of his arm.

[tryingitall]

He makes a grunt of mild surprise and protest as she lands almost in his lap, but at least this time there's not enough force behind the pounce to knock him over. For just a moment he's afraid something's actually wrong, but the dilated pupils and slight glaze to her eyes tells him different.

There's a long incredulous stare, and then he laughs softly. "What have you gotten into, and why didn't you share?"

latelatelate sorry

[hung_garian]

After a little while of observation - including more evil giggling snickering than is entirely appropriate - Gabriel gives in. Fun though it is to watch, it's gotten to the point where can no longer resist the temptation to get involved more directly. He's seen her with her friends. He's interested to know how she'll react to him... and besides, he can't pass up the opportunity to tease. During one of the intervals when she's not surrounded by her bemused friends, he approaches - suddenly materialising about six feet from her, despite that not being the best idea given her state of mind.

"Having fun, kiddo?"

You'd BETTER be sorry =)

[undomesticated]

She was looking down at a flower, crouched almost all the way down with her face a few inches from it, chewing on more of the delicious herb when she heard the voice behind her. She made a very inelegant rowring noise, leaping up in the air and trying to spin around at the same time.

And then she saw who it was. She'd landed on all fours, crouching still and narrowing her eyes at him. "Oh, joy. It's the egomaniac. What do you want?"

[hung_garian]

He restrained himself from laughing at her outright, and managed to keep it down to just a smirk.

"What do I want? Oh, I don't know." He tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning down a little to fully appreciate the comedy value. "A little light entertainment, ideally. Don't suppose you happen to have seen anyone doing anything amusing?"

Later in the day, before Gabriel?

[servingmichael]

He doesn't know what Gabriel's up to - he wouldn't stop him if he did - but he might try to get something medical out of this. Catnip had properties for humans too - which it why when he catches the faint scent of it, he turns his head in that direction. Mostly he was out scanning for plants.

Works just fine for me =)

[undomesticated]

Someone just might be swinging from a tree, munching on the last of the nip she still had. She might have to get someone to clear out her room before she could go back in it since her restraint around the plant was nonexistent.

[servingmichael]

Raphael looked over, watching for a moment. He could smell the catnip, which only added to his suspicions. "Enjoying yourself?" Unlike the last time they had been face to face, Raphael wasn't cranky, so the question was almost friendly.