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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[undomesticated]

She laughs to watch him climbing, looking so very serious as he does. "Hey, you won't get hurt if you fall out, will you?" Because that was a very serious thing to think about. Couldn't have her friends and housemates getting booboos.

[thezerothlaw]

"I cannot feel pain," he promises. "I may suffer damage, but it should be minor. We are not so high, after all."

He settles himself on a branch -- and this is incredibly out of place. Robots don't belong in trees. "What of yourself? I suspect you will suffer more from a fall than I will."

[undomesticated]

Trees are the perfect place for werecats, not that Daneel's aware of that fact. "Me? Ha ha! No. I won't fall. And if I do, I'll land on my feet!"

She lost it at that, knowing the inside joke that Daneel might not quite be in on. Don't worry, it wasn't mean.

[thezerothlaw]

He tilts her head at her. "And if you do, you will suffer less harm?"

Daneel is sceptical. This is a sceptical robot, and distrusting the word of a human being is not something that's easy for him to do, unless he knows it's an outright lie.

[undomesticated]

"Well, yeah. If I landed on my back, that wouldn't be very me of me. Gotta land on all fours and live the lie." She bounced on the tree limb, grinning over at Daneel. "We should build a treehouse here and make a club and come up for meetings."

[thezerothlaw]

"I would prefer that you not fall at all."

He watches her carefully. Her plan seems unfounded, to him. There's no purpose for a treehouse. They can't spare the materials. He doesn't understand why.

"Those are things we could do on the ground," Daneel gently suggests.

[undomesticated]

"But that defeats the purpose. Come on, Daneel. Tree house!" This was extremely important right in that very moment in time, but don't worry, she'd forget about it in five minutes. She began to shuffle along the branch towards him.

"Don't you ever do anything fun?"

[thezerothlaw]

"No."

He's more surprised than anything else.

"Not in that sense. I'm not used to be encouraged to have leisure time of my own, not before I came here." Daneel, even now, isn't quite sure what to do with himself when he has no other task, other than wait quietly. "I have found a few activities that give me pleasure, or at least that I find interesting. 'Fun,' however, is difficult for me to define."

[undomesticated]

"That needs to change, Danny. Everyone should have fun. And you don't have to wait for people to tell you to have fun to do it." She shifted and grabbed the branch with one hand, then rolled to swing off it, hanging by one arm. "You just gotta do it."

[thezerothlaw]

He watches her curiously, perhaps a little anxiously. "I'm sorry," he says, "but I'm afraid I'm not intended to have fun. I may not even be capable of it in the way you think of it."

Daneel is very grave, despite her own gleeful manner.

"There are things that I find pleasurable, as I said. I cannot always do these things, however."

[undomesticated]

Dropping down, she landed and looked up at him, grinning. "Well, maybe you should try. You ever tried, Danny boy? A little fun won't kill you. Oh, wait. Unless it can. Does fun kill you?"

[thezerothlaw]

"There's no reason it should cause me to cease to function." He leaps down, and he lands heavily -- he is partly made of metal, after all. "I am, however, willing to try. It's worth mentioning that I find things pleasurable, or satisfying, but these are separate things from 'fun.' Is it possible to define fun distinctly?"

[undomesticated]

She swore she could feel him landing, looking down at his feet before looking back up at his face. She came over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder again, smiling up at him. "I don't know. Why don't we try it? If you don't like it, then you'll have your answer."

[thezerothlaw]

"If you suggest, we can try it."

And if nothing else, he can keep an eye on her. Daneel watches her, carefully. "What would you suggest we try first?"

[undomesticated]

"I have no idea. What's fun for Daneel?" She was brushing her cheek up against his shoulder, marking him with her scent as part of her family.

[thezerothlaw]

He has... absolutely no idea what she's doing, or why.

"I... I find pleasure in spending time with people I term friends, in performing my duty appropriately, in experimenting with my ability to draw." Are any of these fun?

[undomesticated]

"You like to draw? You should totally draw. Ooh! We should get some paint and paint on the walls. Like graffiti, only cooler."

[thezerothlaw]

"Do we have paint?" Daneel is honestly not sure. It's not something he's gone out of his way to inventory. "Are there walls you feel require repainting? Perhaps touching up the repairs done after the earthquake damage is in order."

[undomesticated]

"Only one way to find out... Let's go look for paint!" She grabbed his hand and began to tug him along. Or, she tried to. It's hard to move a robot when they don't want to move.

[thezerothlaw]

Daneel actually follows along where she leads him, even if he's not at all convinced that this is wise or necessary. Nor can he think of where paint in quantities sufficient to cover a wall might be. He's still thinking of it in terms of merely housepainting.

"Where do you suggest we look first?"

[undomesticated]

"Are there any sheds? Paint's usually kept in sheds, right?" Come on, Daneel. Move faster.

[thezerothlaw]

Some of the houses might have paint stored in their attics, but they could hardly go barging into occupied homes without so much as a word. "Storage in one of the public buildings might be a good place to start," he suggests. He's trying to hurry, but he's not sure where they're going, either.

[undomesticated]

"Ooh. Okay. Where's that?" She stops, looking around like that will somehow show her this flashing sign that will point the way. She isn't letting go of his hand, so he's going to have to deal with that.

[thezerothlaw]

"This way," Daneel announces, after a moment's thought, and he marches off in the direction of the centre of town, drawing her after him. If there is any to be found, they will find it.

[undomesticated]

She's going along for the ride, almost skipping along with him as he walks. "Do you care what colors they have?"