01 - "An Unusual Situation"

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[And on the plane, a cat. A black cat, of noble size--about as big as a Maine Coon, with a thick ruff around his neck like a chocolate-colored lion's mane. One of his paws is matted with blood, and he looks a bit rumpled, but he settles himself with dignity, shoulders squared and paws braced in a sort of show-cat stance.]

I would call this, 'an unusual situation'. [He has a posh British accent, and seems to weigh each word carefully as it comes out of his mouth. He pauses to contemplate, tucking his tail in close around his paws. After a long moment he speaks again.]

Yes. I would call it that.

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[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Curious now. He peers up at Ianto.] Ah, another cat, you say. [Hoping against hope--because, if he made it to this... unusual place, maybe she did too!]

Would it be... I mean, that is to say, would that cat be named Pertelot Fitzwilliam of High-Fashion?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Nope, sorry. She's called Cy.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[He sags, looking utterly crestfallen for a moment before he picks up on the name.] Ah! But... she is here alone?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Alone?

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

She is not with Tag or Mousebreath?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Not that I know of.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

This is worrisome. Yes. I find it to be so.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

She doesn't seem that upset by them not being here.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Surprised at this.] She has never mentioned... I believe she calls him 'Ace'?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I think she's mentioned an Ace a few times.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

Ah. This would be Tag. She is not, I think, in the habit of using proper names.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'd noticed. It makes working out who she means more complicated than it should be.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Blink.] Does it? I have not had this difficulty.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Whut?] Haven't you?

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

No, in fact I have not.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

How can you tell who she's talking about?

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Blink.] It is not something I have considered before.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...must be a cat thing.] Oh. I'm Ianto, anyway.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

Ah! And I am Ragnar Gustaffson Coeur de Lion, Norwegian Forest Cat, that is Norsk Skogatt, Grand Champion of the bench.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Have a head scratch.] Pure bred, are you?

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Puffing himself up. Only a little though!] Indeed I am.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto would be picking him up now.] You can tell.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Have twenty pounds of purring Norsk Skogatt, Ianto.]