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]

Riley whoops, almost letting go of her hold before she righted herself and scrambled further up in the tree. She tried to peer through the branches to see where the noise had come from. "What the hell was that?"

[blackmagus]

Jazz mrowls quietly in disapproval of the noise, before noticing the fact that he's now one spindly branch above Riley. He hunkers down and bats at her hair, eyes wide.

Fortescue, for her part, tries not to laugh. But she can't help a smile.

[undomesticated]

"Heeeey," she pouts, looking up and blowing on his belly fur, trying to grab a hold of his tail.

Cats in trees. Always a good recipe.

[blackmagus]

The noise he makes is most definitely not an indignant squeak. Only it is, and he wriggles around a little before reaching for Riley with more determination than before. Mercifully, with no claws. But it's only a matter of time before he has a problem with balancing.

[undomesticated]

She reaches up and tugs at his tail, ready to catch him if he happens to fall one way or the other. But she's not stopping her teasing, just as he's not stopping his.

[blackmagus]

He makes another indignant noise when she tugs his tail, ears swiveling forward, and tries to turn and make for a grab of his own. And then — whoops, there he goes, down one side of the branch, eyes wide.

[undomesticated]

She watches him turn, grinning, then watches as he starts to fall. Her arm shoots out to wrap around him, pulling him in close to her chest before he could do more than fall an inch or so from the branch. "Silly kitty. Gotta watch yourself up here."

[blackmagus]

Jazz utters a squeaky sort of mrowl. It's difficult to be coordinated when you feel jumpy and aware of every tiny thing. That would be his defense, at least, as he looks sulkily up at her. But now that he has her so close, his apparent revenge is to tickle her chin with his whiskers.

[undomesticated]

Which has her giggling, reaching down with her other hand to scratch around his ears. "Now you're just being silly." She had to sit down on her butt as she felt a wash of giddiness move through her, but she managed not to fall out of their little tree palace.

[blackmagus]

He's starting to calm down enough to look indignant and sulky about this. But as long as he's being petted, he can't look too indignant. Not without considerable effort. So instead he licks at her arm.

[undomesticated]

"You know I have showers like the rest of the people, right?" She leans down and takes the tip of his ear between her lips, giving it a gentle bite.

[blackmagus]

Oh, well. How undignified! Jazz musters up an even more sulky look and wriggles in her arms, mrowling and trying to get away. He doesn't use his claws at least, just his generally bony self as he tries to escape Riley's grasp.

[undomesticated]

She moved to let him go closer to the branch, but she gave his tail another tweak when he was stable. Then she rolled to fall out of the tree, landing on her feet in a crouch. "Grumpy puss."

[blackmagus]

The black cat peers down at Riley in a distant sort of way, the majority of the catnip having worked through his system now. At least, until he takes a bath. The sniffs he gives the air would look remarkably snotty on a human; on a cat, they're airy but rather normal.

Fortescue, however, smiles in agreement with this notion, still sitting a few yards away.

[undomesticated]

Riley flops back, lying down and squinting up at the sky. She tips her head to find Fortescue and gives her a big smile, waving. "Hey!"

[blackmagus]

"Hello, there." She chuckles, wondering just what's gotten into the girl. Riley certainly has impressive climbing skills. "Having fun?"