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

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.}

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

She's busy rubbing her cheek over his shoulder, eyes closed as she scent marks him. "What's what? Oh, that's nothing. It's mine. You can't have it." She hid it behind her back where he couldn't see it, but that didn't stop her from ignoring the laws of 'personal space' and staying far too close.

Is she... rubbing her face on him? Okay, that is more than a bit odd, and Ned starts to wonder if Riley is perhaps drunk. She is acting like it. He doesn't ask about what she is holding a second time since she seems so protective of it. He was only curious, rather than concerned. Just like he is curious why Riley seems so urgently concerned with staying in his space.

"Where are you headed?" he asks, a touch pointedly.

"Nooooowhere. Where are you headed?" She's quite content to lean against him, enjoying the comfort she gets from a little physical contact. And she knows Ned needs more. Poor guy. Who doesn't need a hug? Everyone needs a hug. It's hug time.

Ned raises his eyebrows, but doesn't exactly resist when she seems to decide that clinging to him and hugging him is the right thing to do. That seems... awfully affectionate, even for her. He's pretty sure that's not just his paranoia and tendency to over-think things talking. Ned isn't completely without self-knowledge. He knows he's a lot more hands-off than most people, that most people wouldn't react to a hug with suspicion and unease. All the same, there is something up with Riley. At least she seems happy?

"Do you mean literally or metaphysically?"

She grins, starting to sort of climb over him to sprawl over his lap and the steps. "Why would I mean metaphysically? We can't go anywhere like that. Ooh, unless we could. I'd metaphysically go to Disneyland."

She wriggled as she lay her upper half over his lap, eyes darting from his face to the surrounding area before coming back to him.

"I've never been," Ned says, confusion and concern unmistakable in his voice now, even probably to someone as out of it as Riley. He's sitting very still, very stiffly, but his uncomfortable body language doesn't seem to be deterring her one bit. And the strange way she's staring from one place to the next - not to mention a certain manic concentration in her eyes - reminds him of something he can't quite put his finger on.

"Riley, are you alright. It's nice to see you and all, but, and I hope you don't mind me saying this, you're acting kind of... peculiar."

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

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

augh sorry this took so long /o\

It happens

no subject