001 - Cy for Sign Me Up

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[A long-haired gray tabby appears on the plane. At first glance, she looks like a kitten; she’s stubby and clumsy and small. Closer inspection, however, reveals her to be an adult cat who is stubby and clumsy and small. The tabby markings swoop down her sides like gray and black flames. She has four white socks and a white spot on her chin, a pink nose and intense yellow eyes.

And, mostly hidden by her long fur, something metal glints at the crown of her head.

She doesn’t seem to notice the change in venue; she’s busy with a Very Important Task. That is, stripping to pieces and eating a ball of what appears to be tin foil and duct tape, smeared with gasoline and engine grease.]

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[Dangles from his hand for about half a second before dropping back to the ground.]

I am, I do. I got your number, Theta-Phi. And it hurts.

[She smacks her face against the Plane.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowns] Most people can't handle a Time Lord mind. It's probably too much for you.

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But the songs, hoss, the songs! [She races around in a circle, tighter and tighter until she's tripping over herself.] The great ones moving in the dark, I can hear, hallelujah!

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[watches her trip and picks her up again so she doesn't hurt herself] There are a lot of songs in the universe.

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[Tries, once again, to nommity his fingers.] Glory hallelujah amen, Father Christmas.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[amused enough to let her nibble a bit] I haven't been Father Christmas in a while. Unless you count that time getting Rose a bike...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Nommity nom.] Luck and Christmas, Theta-Phi?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[scratches her neck with his not-being-chewed-on hand] Actually, can't say I have much luck with them. But I've had some good ones, really. Most or unmemorable. But it's a lovely holiday.

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[Wee, scritches. She promptly forgets about his fingers and presses herself up against his hand.]

There's dinners in the binners on the next day. Ace goes and gets the bits he thinks'll suit, I go and fetch the other loot.

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[a smile of understanding; also still scratching] Ace is your friend, eh? And he gets you, erm, that dinner? Is that good for your biology?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

He's got weird tastes, that Ace. [Purr purr purr.] Turns up his nose as the oddest of treats.

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Odd treats? [pauses and digs into his coat, getting a mushy banana and holding it out to her]

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[Headtilt.] Theta-Phi, whassathing doing in your coat?

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[beams] It's bigger on the inside. I carry loads of stuff in there.

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Carry the world on the head of a pin. [Dabs gingerly at the banana with one paw.]

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Reminds me of that saying about angels dancing on pins. [laughs a bit] Bananas are good! Maybe not always for cats but you're a bit special, so I dunno.

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Pshaw. That's nothing. You should see them dance on pinwheels. [She smacks the banana.]

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I'm rather fond of pinwheels. [pouts a bit] Well if you don't want it...

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[Inspects the bit of banana on her paw and starts chewing on it. Cy rejects your ways of eating and substitutes her own.]

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[laughs] Enjoying it?

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[Stops for a second to speak in an alarming close imitation of his voice.] Bananas are good!

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[looks a bit surprised but still smiles and says perfectly in her voice] That was quite good.

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Caw! [She nearly falls over.] Give that back, buster!

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[back to normal voice!] It's yours.

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[Smacks the banana again and keeps eating.] Exterminate, yellow-nelly.