prismatica | Video | un: Оцелотовая Хватка (Forward dated start of Cordis)

[The video feed opens with a small cat perched on it's haunches in front of the device in, obviously filming from one of the standard apartments. Eagle eyed viewers could probably spot some thin wires in the background threaded taut between walls and furniture.

Then it talks in the voice of a fairly gruff sounding older man.]

I usually stick to text with this thing, but as you can presumably see, Cordis has hit me a little harder than usual.

[While absolutely capable of not doing it, talking with his hands was very close to downright instinctual. With paws though, it's more like he's batting an invisible toy. Especially being a type of spotted cat that isn't all that much bigger than a domestic kitten as a fully grown adult and having his wrist rotation limited.]

So I'll get straight to the point: could someone please come open my apartment door?

I can unlock it and turn the handle, but I can't get the momentum to pull it open.

I'm pretty sure just one of my guns weighs more than I do right now.

[ooc: since he'll need assistance multiple times throughout cordis I figure there's no reason for this not to happen more than once even if he only posts the one message to the network.]

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[ while she may never toed the line of obscene wealth, peggy had grown up comfortably, was appointed with an excellent education, and earned a decent salary with the ssr—though it was still only a percentage of what most of her her colleagues made. so perhaps it never hurt too too much that howard stark owed her a debt or three.

she leans in—elbows on the table—and confidently requests the same pastry again for herself. and a plate of chips. oh, and a chocolate milkshake. and a cup of tea, too? something strong—something black. as meals go, this was would hardly be holistic—and if she's honest with herself, that's got nothing to do with the moon phase. ]

—By the way. What are the odds it's all a nasty prank? [ a beat. ] You being called Ocelot and then turning into a cat.

[ she very confidently, very coolly, refers to it as him being called Ocelot rather than typifying it as an actual name. rather than expose any sort of suspicion or intuition, it most likely says more about peggy's perspectives on unexpected naming schemes. ]

I'd call it a relatively safe bet. The ears and tail I usually sprout during the moon cycle are typically those of an actual ocelot.

If I'd turned into one entirely I'd at least have been large enough to open my own door.

[He won't complain too much about it being referred to as simply being called 'Ocelot,' it's just more socially acceptable than 'Shalashaska' or explaining he's technically nameless outside of the names he's chosen for himself and the ones he's gained through reputation.]

But it’s always something cat-related, is it? [ she pauses—trying not to let her eyes wander to some other tables’ plates. ] For you, I mean.

[ peggy wonders whether there’s any animal whose bits and bobs she might be able to make her peace with acquiring—even if only temporarily.

her thoughts come up dry. no-bloody-thanks. ]

There was some fox features last month. That one was unique in that it came with more than one tail and was during the three moons part of the cycle.

[As opposed to, say, the single moon part of the cycle happening now. He doesn't elaborate on the powers he gained because who knows? he might plan on actually using them for something if he gained access to them again.]

[ it would be fascinating if it wasn’t also so near, so pressing, so terribly relevant to her own current circumstances.

but then he mentions something she’s not yet experienced. and so, leaning an elbow on the table, she asks: ]

What do you mean—the “three moons” part?

Each moon rises twice during the month, first is the individual cycles where one moon is up at a time, then just when it looks like Iris is gone, all three moons come up at once.

[ surely, more specialized minds than hers have already considered the astronomical implications of such a lunar cycle. cycles. her fingertips (red, well-manicured) tap on the table during the ensuing silence as she chews through the thought.

hmm. ]

And the—effects? Are they more pronounced during those days?

[Theoretically, but Ocelot would not be the person to ask. Clever as he was, the finer details of most sciences were very much lost on him.]

It's possible but I don't believe it's so much the raw effects as much as the way those effects interact with the others that are also affected.

Heightened sense of smell mixed vs excretion of pheromones, or one person feeling territorial vs someone feeling clingy.

Individual natures likely play a role, but the combination muddies the waters a bit.

Video | un: Оцелотовая Хватка (Forward dated start of Cordis)

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