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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[runboyrun]

"You noticed, huh?" He stretched out his hand, turning it slightly so she could see the ones on the inside of his wrist. "Yeah, they're a thing."

[undomesticated]

She giggled, tracing over them like a game of connect the dots. "You look like a mix between a chocolate chip cookie and a map of the constellations. I bet I could find at least one constellation on you."

[runboyrun]

"It doesn't count if it's just Orion's belt. That's like three freaking stars."

He pauses, then chuckles. "I think Heather told me she saw Cassiopaeia once."

[undomesticated]

"Orion's Belt only counts if the rest of Orion is in it." She turned her head to look over at him, grinning. "Oh? Who's Heather and how did she find Cassiopeia? Is this somewhere I need special permission to look? Stiles! Do you have a constellation on your ass?"

[runboyrun]

He snorted an embarrassing snortlaugh. "Okay, okay. Whoa. Back up. Heather was my best friend growing up, and no, it's not on my ass."

[undomesticated]

"Uh huh. So where is it?" She looked over him like she could somehow see it through his clothes. "On your back?"

[runboyrun]

"Uh, I think so. It's not on my front, anyway."

He paused, then gave her a look. "You're not gonna rest until you've seen it are you?"

[undomesticated]

"I'm curious. You can't say something like that and not let a girl get a peek." All innocent connotations, honest.

[runboyrun]

He let out a long-suffering groan and rolled over onto his front, shrugging out of his shirt with a strange, coltish kind of grace.

"Okay, have at thee."

[undomesticated]

She clapped, then got up on her knees and leaned over his back, fingers touching (always touching. she was in a touchy mood and it was just going to happen, Stiles), running from dot to dot as she angled her head and tried to find the constellation in question.

A few minutes later had her making an exclamation, almost leaning over him entirely as she traced it over his side and up close to his armpit. "I found it!"

[runboyrun]

He squirmed a little, flinching away from her fingers and stifling a giggle against his forearm. That... tickled.

"Yaaaay. Can I put my shirt back on now?"

[undomesticated]

"If I say no would you keep it off anyway? It's not like it's cold out..." She moved back to where she'd started, lying beside him and looking over at him with wide and innocent eyes. Such a lie, that innocence. For the most part.

[runboyrun]

"Yeah, but I have a delicate Californian constitution." He barely lifted his head from his arm, actually pretty relaxed. "I freeze in anything less than hot-as-balls"

[undomesticated]

"You'd like it in Brazil. Or Namibia. It's always hot as balls there. Well, most of the time. You might even get a tan." She grinned and tickled her fingers over his back as she lay there looking up at the sky.

[runboyrun]

"Nooo, noo. I burn, like crispy bacon." He shifts under the attention, turning his head to look at her. "Where did you grow up?"

[undomesticated]

"That's what sunscreen's for, dummy." She flattens her hand and just starts petting him, rubbing small circles on his back. "All over the place. Jungle. Serengeti. We traveled a lot."

[runboyrun]

He hums and stretches out. "That sounds cool. Did you like, run with actual big cats?"

[undomesticated]

"I'm not the cat whisperer. Big cats don't like other big cats in their territory. Most of them can pick up that we're not normal cats, but they don't know what to do with that. Jaguars have the least amount of confusion around us since we resemble them most. Well, other than any domesticated cats." She pillowed her cheek on her other arm, content to just play her hand over him.

[runboyrun]

"So, did you run with jaguars?" He snorted a laugh against his arm. "Or house-cats?"

[undomesticated]

"You're a dork." She poked at him before going back to petting. "I'm not dignifying that with an answer. Dork."

[runboyrun]

He just laughed. "I saw this commercial on youtube, where a guy ends up running with cats. It's freaking hilarious, it's like 'he feels like he could go running with wolves. ...There are no wolves in' wherever the heck they are. Then suddenly, running with cats. In his jammies."

[undomesticated]

"Yep. You're a dork. Is that what you want to do with your life, Stiles? Run with wolves and cats in your jammies?"

[runboyrun]

"I already run with wolves." He grins. "But I could do without the world seeing my Iron Man boxers."

[undomesticated]

She giggled. "Is that what you have on? Now I'm tempted to sneak a peek."

[runboyrun]

"Well, not right now I don't."

He might do.