neutral_omens | (no subject)

Time: September 23, 2000
Place: Hallway
Status: Public (Anyone, please?)
Summary: Bast is looking for Adam. She's failing miserably.

Bast is... annoyed. It's an unusual feeling for her, although silmilar ones such as confusion, for example, have become old friends of late.
She never realised how easy it was to get lost in this place.
She does have a mental map of it, of course, but it's feeds-with-snake's and therefore full of places that are too small for her to fit in this shape and areas that if it was an actual map would probably be marked 'here be dragones'. In short, the kitten doesn't know much. And it all looks so different at this level...
She knows where she's meant to be going, of course - overhearing Uriel's frequent directions at the front desk, back when she was in full cat-shape, and seeing the angel's rather impressive sketches for the same - but it's very difficult. Everything looks the same when your eyes don't really register colour, and the directions never included smells.
There's someone coming down the hallway towards her, and she stops them with a nevous Mrrp? //Excuse me? I'm bit lost. Could you possibly gimme a hand?//

Threaded | Flat

Loki jumped. He'd been listening for steps on his way back from the library, but Bast walked as silently as ... well, a cat. No big surprise actually.

He took a deep breath. The kitty wasn't an enemy either, though it was a little disappointing to see that she'd changed out of her most petable shape. She was so nice and warm and soft in her cat form.

"Ouch," he complained, though not very forcefully. "Can't you talk out loud like everybody else? I happen to have two hands free. Where would you like me to scratch?"

This shape might not be as petable as the other one, but it was still furry enough to be attractive.