poly_chromatic | one fallen star

[action]

MREAAAOW!

[Splash! That, my friends, is the sound of one unhappy cat landing in the fountain.

Mao claws his way out, looking drenched and miserable. He shakes himself off and looks around, the fur on his back sticking out like porcupine needles. It's clear that this is no ordinary cat, even before you see his purple eyes.]

Hei?

[His voice is soft. There are too many people around for him to risk speaking louder, but if the other Contractor is around, Mao is certain he will hear.

Nothing.]

Damn it.

[some time later]

[voice]

[Wherever he is, he's cut off from the Syndicate's network. Not a good sign. Even worse, he can't find a way into whatever network exists here, except through this extremely cat-unfriendly device. He's going to have to do reconnaissance the inefficient way…once he figures out how. Keyboards weren't designed for cat paws in mind. Sigh.

But eventually he figures out how to turn on the audio function.]

Where is this place?

[Not very smooth. He's spent so long pretending to be a cat, he's no longer sure how to pretend to be human. But it's a start.]

[ooc: Action for anyone near the fountain! Keep in mind that he will pretend to be an ordinary cat, except over the network where people can't see him.]

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The City. I just don't. Know where that is.

How did you get here?

How did you get here!

That's what I'm trying to find out!

Well, I don't know! Don't blame me for it!

[twitch. twitch. This would be so much easier if he could just hack into something.]

What do you know?

You're stuck.

[She'd be more compliant if she knew you looked like a kitty meow-meow. :(]

[But then they wouldn't be having this conversation. Silly secretive talking cat.]

Anything else?

[Whatever!! Let her love you. :(]

No, not really. You've probably heard what you need to from others by now.

Hn.

[It takes him awhile to remember what humans call "manners."]

Thank you.

Sorry. I'm stuck in my "being difficult" mode. Hard to snap out of sometimes.

There's not really much info. Like, if I knew how to get home, I wouldn't be here, you know?

[There's a slight trace of wry amusement in his voice.]

I guess not. How long have you been here?

Three and a half, four months. Not as long as most, I guess.

Long enough. What were you doing before you got here?

How specific do you want me to be?

As specific as possible would be helpful.

I was just leaving from a meal with a guy I sometimes sleep with but didn't that night because it was more of a platonic, friendly date.

I had pecan pie and coffee. Black, with a bit of sugar. I almost had waffles.

[People. They're even dumber than Google. First law of research -- narrow your search terms.

Mao bites back a sigh and tries again.]

Did you talk with anyone strange? Or touch any peculiar objects?

Oh, please. What kind of magical novice do you think I am?

I don't know you.

I don't know you, either?

[He would be facepalming...if he had a palm he could put to his face.]

Nice talking to you!

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