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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he takes a step forward then backwards then forwards again, looking at the space above him and around him, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tries to take in what he's seeing.]

What is this?  Wha-

[he stops as he notices what's below him as well.  he kneels down, touching and studying the universe below his feet]

That's just brilliant.  That's just absolutely unbelievably brilliant.  The stars, galaxies, nebulas all right at my feet.  It's gorgeous.  Gorgeous and impossible.

[pauses for a moment and then he shoots back up to his feet, spinning around again]

Hello.  Is there anyone there?  Anyone?  Anyone at all?

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Tasty!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Delicious.

Any chance I'll get a straight answer out of you, or would it be best if I just didn't try?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Answers are never straight and narrow, Gulliver.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing with this place that's especially true.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt] S'true everywhere.



[[Can Cy go all psychic on him?]]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Is it?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She rubs around his ankles] Not as simple as it was supposed to be for you, right?


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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Feeling decidedly tense with Cy's tone, and wondering what exactly this cat knows.]

I'm sorry?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[It seems to be a requirement of arrival on the plane that Cy creeps everyone out at least once during their first conversation. She purrs.] Steady on, hand-some. You didn't want to take the pills the Doctor ordered.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Requirement met, as he is creeped out, and not enjoying the way she singles out 'hand' or the use of Doctor.]

And what's that supposed to mean?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Means daddy doesn't always know best. Doesn't it?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[And there it is. He went from creeped out to disturbed rather quickly.]

Stop it.

[He also wants to know how Cy knows what she seems to know.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

...now you're going to hate me too.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Still disturbed but mixed with a bit of pity as well]

I don't hate you. You just, the things you said. How did you know that?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Your frequency. [ :\ ]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

My frequency? How does that work for you?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I hear things.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Do you hear anything right now. Aside from my voice, that is.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Chases her tail] 'course I do.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm probably not going to like what you're hearing, am I?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Stops, stumbles and falls over.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Kneels down to eye level]

You all right, there?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

All the stars are fishes. [Starts purring again]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Gazes at the stars for a moment]

Are they?

[Absently puts a hand out for Cy, should he wish to be pet.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Staggers to her feet and over to his hand. She is not the most coordinated kitty in the world]