i. Expurrloration Most people have seen a cat. Quintet has never seen a human city. Or rather, she's never seen a city built by homo sapiens; what she would call a city, and who she would consider human, are well known to her.
What isn't well known is the layout of the city. But handily, it seems that some helpful soul has posted signage everywhere. It's very different to the hand-scratched scribe's work she's used to, but by sitting back on her haunches and studying the sign, she's sure she can decipher it, given enough time. Maybe you've never seen a cat studiously reading a street-sign before?
But now she's seen you, first flicking an ear in your direction, then giving a glance, and now a full stare. She hasn't moved other than to turn her head, however.
"Uh," It's not the most intelligent start, but after a deep breath, she continues, speaking quite intelligibly, "Hey, guy. You speak? Got a minute to talk? Oh geez, please speak common, my Panid is so bad."
ii. Ship's Cat All is quiet among the spacecraft. And then, an alarm goes off on the Twin Roses. Then it stops, only to be brought back to life a moment later. Lights flash, the engines fire, rev up higher, dragging the ship several scraping feet along the ground, then suddenly shut off, half-tilting the ship up onto one strut before crashing it back down onto it's landing gear. Through the windows, clearly visible from the outside, a cat is standing on the control panel, manipulating buttons and levers and little switches with its paws, in the exact manner of a panicked person who does not know how to fly a spaceship.
Or, possibly, just a trapped cat. Who can tell?
iii. Hee Row Comm Uni Cay Shun Hero Communication? [The voice is feminine, slightly tinny, and very, very annoyed. The visual is of a cat, seen from below, pawing with clear annoyance at the communicator's screen. She is of a calico particolour, green-eyed, and talking.] Hero. Who exactly's a 'Hero,' here? You've got to be kidding me.
[The video cuts out, then back in, then back out. Then the video is back, but the audio is gone, and now the picture mostly shows furry tummy; the cat has moved to examining the top edge of the device and has partly obscured the view with her body as a result. Maybe her paw is over the microphone?]
This thing is clearly doing something... [The sound resumes normal volume, and the world is treated to a view of the underside of a cat's chin as Quintet sits back on her haunches, looking out and away.] Connected? Connected to what, I don't see any...Ugh. What have I gotten into this time...
Quintet | Nature of Nature's Art
Most people have seen a cat. Quintet has never seen a human city. Or rather, she's never seen a city built by homo sapiens; what she would call a city, and who she would consider human, are well known to her.
What isn't well known is the layout of the city. But handily, it seems that some helpful soul has posted signage everywhere. It's very different to the hand-scratched scribe's work she's used to, but by sitting back on her haunches and studying the sign, she's sure she can decipher it, given enough time. Maybe you've never seen a cat studiously reading a street-sign before?
But now she's seen you, first flicking an ear in your direction, then giving a glance, and now a full stare. She hasn't moved other than to turn her head, however.
"Uh," It's not the most intelligent start, but after a deep breath, she continues, speaking quite intelligibly, "Hey, guy. You speak? Got a minute to talk? Oh geez, please speak common, my Panid is so bad."
ii. Ship's Cat
All is quiet among the spacecraft. And then, an alarm goes off on the Twin Roses. Then it stops, only to be brought back to life a moment later. Lights flash, the engines fire, rev up higher, dragging the ship several scraping feet along the ground, then suddenly shut off, half-tilting the ship up onto one strut before crashing it back down onto it's landing gear. Through the windows, clearly visible from the outside, a cat is standing on the control panel, manipulating buttons and levers and little switches with its paws, in the exact manner of a panicked person who does not know how to fly a spaceship.
Or, possibly, just a trapped cat. Who can tell?
iii. Hee Row Comm Uni Cay Shun
Hero Communication?
[The voice is feminine, slightly tinny, and very, very annoyed. The visual is of a cat, seen from below, pawing with clear annoyance at the communicator's screen. She is of a calico particolour, green-eyed, and talking.]
Hero. Who exactly's a 'Hero,' here? You've got to be kidding me.
[The video cuts out, then back in, then back out. Then the video is back, but the audio is gone, and now the picture mostly shows furry tummy; the cat has moved to examining the top edge of the device and has partly obscured the view with her body as a result. Maybe her paw is over the microphone?]
This thing is clearly doing something... [The sound resumes normal volume, and the world is treated to a view of the underside of a cat's chin as Quintet sits back on her haunches, looking out and away.] Connected? Connected to what, I don't see any...Ugh. What have I gotten into this time...
iv. Wildcard!
go crazy and gimme a wild card!