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RE: Stowaway [Closed] - SolitareLee - 07-14-2017

It was odd to think she'd be staying with a family of complete strangers. Well. With Julianna and her husband. Cain seemed an adult; he probably had his own house or apartment somewhere, and his farewell had sounded pretty final. She idly thought maybe she should make sure to get his last name so she could mail him like a... thank you card, or something. She was wildly uncertain of what one was supposed to do in this situation, or even what this situation was.

"Veridian Lynxes," Bree repeated, rolling the first word around her mouth experimentally. She'd certainly never heard of anything like that. She'd heard of lynxes of course. Were they... actually a type of cat? That just turned into people, or... Lord, this seemed like a conversation absolutely fraught with ways to offend her newfound rescuers. They'd all taken her transformation, and the fact it was a curse, absolutely in stride, and she just... didn't want to say something utterly asinine.

She always wound up saying something asinine. Her inability to be a proper goddamn person was as much the fault of her tongue as her actual curse. "So, um, do you turn into... lynxes, then? Like... the cat? Hence, the, um..." she gestured vaguely towards Julianna's ears, but not her tail, lest it seem like she was refering her ass instead.

She flushed a bit at the confusion re: a hat. "Well, um, it's just, I need to, you know, cover them..." she muttered, ears flattening down sideways. Now that she was fully dressed, or at least closer to it, she felt the absence of something on her head all the keener. "I, um, I'm not sure how it is for you--" she barely managed to stop herself from saying 'you people' like a fucking moron this was exactly what she was worried about. "Guys," she managed instead. "But, um, you know, people could see my ears, and that's..." she trailed off uncertainly. Julianna did not appear to be picking up what she was putting down. "...Bad?"

There was a brief pause as Bree absorbed the fact she was speaking to a woman with uncovered ears, and had been treated by a doctor with uncovered ears, so was arguably in a general area used to the sight. Though she had no idea where, or why, or how.

"It's, uh, cultural?" she suggested weakly. "But I guess this is an emergency, so, um, it's fine, I'll just get one... as soon as I can." Even like a scarf or something. She thought they looked ridiculous on her, but they served their purpose in an emergency.

The thought of being around anyone, but especially the seemingly-human and definitely animal-ear-less Owen, with her ears out like this was borderline mortifying. But she really didn't want to be anymore of an inconvenience than she already had been. Especially with the morphine almost completely out her system. She was very sharply aware that her ribs were very much not right, and her whole right side felt like she'd lost a fight with a truck from Mad Max. She had a strong urge to go home, hide, and metaphorically lick her wounds. But it seemed like the closest to that she'd be getting would be going to Julianna's home instead, so she sort of just wanted to be there already. At least there would be slightly more private.

RE: Stowaway [Closed] - megs - 07-23-2017

Julianna blinked slowly at the other woman. There was a slight tilt to her head and her ears twitched as if away they were being talked about. A brief sweep off the side of her head before popping upright again. “I do not, no,” she admitted when she was questioned about turning into a cat. Her answer could have been more specific, but Julianna did not feel the need to overwhelm the injured woman with too much information.

Bree was fumbling through an explanation as to why she wanted a hat. Jules listened patiently, tail swaying, she had managed to keep her face thoughtfully neutral, but it fell to pieces when Bree suggested someone seeing her ears would be bad. She laughed, she hadn’t meant to, but she couldn’t help it. Just a small chirp of an amused noise. A bit insensitive, but it was late and she was tired and the idea was amusingly absurd. Julianna had the decency to feel bad for her chuckles when Bree explained it as cultural, even though she didn’t believe that was really the reason, but the woman clearly wanted a hat.

“Let me ask Cain.”

She lead Bree to chair and helped her ease into it before disappearing down the hall. In no time, she was back with an all black beanie that she had stolen from her son. Though, it was with no small amount of protest and urgent promises that she would return it to him, because it was his favorite and et cetera. She held the article out for Bree and waited until she was situated, before helping her from the chair and out of the animal hospital to where Owen was waiting with the car.

RE: Stowaway [Closed] - saronym - 08-01-2017

Cain sans his favorite hat and now without a patient sulked in his office doing the last bits of charting and paperwork as he waited out the end of his shift on the slow overnight. In a couple of hours he would get to go home and crash which he desperately needed to do after doing swing shifts that week. He mused over the morning’s events. How had he ended up giving some stranger his lab coat, a full set of scrubs, and his favorite hat? Not to mention the maybe probably technically illegal medical treatment he had rendered.

As promised Owen was idling the car at the front of the animal hospital along the sidewalk. He had the windows partially rolled down and tuned the radio to a station he tolerated. Usually he let someone else pick the music. When he saw Julianna escorting Bree from the building, he opened his door and rounded the car to open passenger doors for them both.

Bree was now covered from damn near head to toe. A beanie concealed the top of her head and she practically swam in Cain’s scrubs. It was definitely an improvement on her previous situation which was a precariously closed lab coat.

“All set?” He asked trying to sound pleasant although entirely unamused with the situation. He was tired, especially tired from jet lag, and hungry as fuck. His stomach advertised the fact of his nutritional need at that inopportune moment it cried out with a growl of demand. He put his hand self-consciously over his stomach. “Sorry haven’t eaten since...uh...yesterday at lunch, I think?” He could vaguely remember a sandwich he ate with Julianna for lunch the day prior.

“Maybe we could stop somewhere on the way?” He suggested when he was resettled in the driver’s seat and buckled up.

RE: Stowaway [Closed] - SolitareLee - 08-02-2017

Bree was beyond relieved, though very embarrassed, at the fetching of a hat for her. It seemed like a dumb thing to beg for in this sort of situation, but from how she relaxed once it was on her head, it was clear this was more vital to her than the scrubs had been, by far.

Now that her ears had been seen to, she went back to musing over the mystery of the cat-parts. If they didn't turn into cats, why in god's name did they just have ears and a tail? And they were called lynxes. Why would you be called a lynx if you weren't a cat? Maybe they were... cats who'd... turned into people, permanently, or...

Her curiousity grappled awkwardly with her desire not to cause offense. This family, or whatever, was super nice to an almost ludicrous degree. Like, it was almost understandable when they thought she was a dog, maybe, because dogs were lower maintenance than people, and their son was literally a vet. But everything after she'd turned back into a human was total shock. She really, really didn't want to be an asshole, here.

Curiosity won anyway, though.

"So, uh, did you like, used to be a cat, or are you, like, descended from cats, or is it just, uh, you have those?" she prodded idly as Julianna helped her out to the idling car. She hadn't really been paying attention to it the first time, for obvious reasons, but it was an intensely nice car. Rich family? She'd already sort of guessed that, but the car implied maybe she'd significantly underestimated it. Well, why be an assassin if you couldn't live nice, she supposed.

Which reminded her.

"And, um, your husband, is he nnnngh." She cut herself off by trailing into a bit of a painted grunt, but it wasn't because her injuries suddenly hurt more. They did, but that was irrelevant. She'd been about to fucking call him normal dear god why was she like this. At least she'd covered for it by pretending she was in pain. Er, more pain? That it was bothering her more than it was. "Sorry. Is he human?" she finished, as if that was what she'd totally intended to say the whole time. (God, Bree, you can't just ask people if they're human, echoed sarcastically in the back of her mind. Although maybe you couldn't. She didn't know.)

Bree mumbled embarrassed thanks to Owen as she half climbed-half collapsed into the back seat of his car. She self consciously gripped at the right side of the scrubs as she managed to sit upright. Still dry... her make-shift bandages were at least somewhat holding, maybe.

She desperately did not want to get even a drop of blood on his seats.

She buckled up with some difficulty, strangling a hiss of pain that wanted to bubble out of her throat at the sensation of a seat belt against her most-certainly-still-fractured ribs. Fortunately, any noise she might have made would probably have been drowned out by the audible grumble of Owen's stomach. Come to think of it, she hadn't eaten since around noon yesterday too. She'd gotten too caught up trying to lose the werewolves before sunset.

"Sounds great," she said quietly, not sure whether or not the question actually included her. In reality, she wouldn't have minded just going straight to their home so she could curl up somewhere and try to process the fuck was going on. But if they wanted food, she certainly wouldn't stop them.

RE: Stowaway [Closed] - megs - 07-29-2018

Bree was asking questions and Julianna helped her into the car, and it wasn't so much that Julianna ignored them so much as she just didn't answer them right away. She did sort of...chuckle, as if she thought Bree might be joking in her curiosity. Silver-furred ears rotated to the sound of her husband rounding the vehicle to hover behind them. He'd opened the door, but not offered to help much more after that. Which only advertised how continually displeased by the situation he was to his wife. They continued to shift like little satellites picking up the pain noises that Bree made and other extraneous sounds in the vicinity.

Ears twitched the to audible protest of Owen's stomach, and Julianna snorted a laugh. Clearly, she was more entertained by the situation than either her grumpy husband or her newfound charge. While the mounting tension did cause the hair on her tail to fluff up, defensively, her face with the picture of mild pleasantness. "Sure," was all she said in agreement to finding something to eat. She closed the door on Bree, and slid into the open shotgun seat. Owen closed the door for her and got back into the vehicle, and they were quickly on their way towards whatever junky fast food he was feeling like that night.

"To answer your earlier questions," she began from the front seat, leaning forward slightly to turn off the radio. She lowered the visor, and adjusted it until she could observe Bree from the small mirror positioned there. Settling back in the seat, she reached across and settled her hand on the back of Owen's neck. Fingers idly toyed with the hair at the nape. "Yes, Owen is human. And I suppose descended from cats is a good as an explanation as any. I certainly can not claim to be an expert on evolution. I suppose the Veridian people appeared in this world that same as any other. Unless you want to consider the mythology of the situation."