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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Feb 27, 2016 22:10:03 GMT -5
"Alright then! Let's get to it!"
Cat reached into the pocket of her jeans, digging around for a moment before pulling out a ridiculously long metal pole that couldn't have possibly fit in someone's pocket. She gripped it with both paws, at which point one end of the pole burst open into what appeared to be a cross between a cat o'nine tails and one of those decorative plasma balls, while the other end split into two identical joysticks.
"Balloon or basket first?"
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Post by jessie on Feb 27, 2016 22:29:53 GMT -5
"Are you sure that tool can be used to fix something?! Uhm, I guess, basket. I, I should clear it out first."
She stood and climbed into the basket, careful not to step on anything. She pulled out and placed on the ground no less than, a cloak that looked like it was made of spun gold, a heavy styrofoam cooler, some sort of stout rectangular brown box, a weird swirly staff, three glass spheres, two blankets, and a bag that sounded like it was full of coins. Then she detached the hydrogen canister from the side, where it fell with a clang. Totally safe. It's not like that had a chance of blowing up.
"Okay, let's do this..?"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Feb 28, 2016 18:49:17 GMT -5
"Let's do it indeed!" Cat yanked on the pole in opposite directions, causing its outer casing to separate at the center and allowing the tripod inside to unfold. She then set it down on the ground and started twisting the joysticks.
The multiple arms on the opposite end quickly started to move, each one picking up one piece of the basket at a time. At Cat's command, the arms held the pieces close to each other, and with the push of a button, an odd electrical charge coursed through the pieces and fused them together.
"So! What's with the stuff?" Cat idly asked as she worked.
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Post by jessie on Feb 28, 2016 21:46:15 GMT -5
It took Shawna a bit to respond, wideeyed and gaping at Cat's strange futuretech tool. She was beginning to get the picture of how abnormal this place was. Still not entirely convinced it wasn't Wonderland.
"Oh, uh. I'm a Sky Ex- I travel through the sky looking for treasure. There's this whole folklore, I don't wanna bore you with it. I just still had all that stuff in my basket. It... might be of my interest to sell some HERE."
Shes sure she could inject a few rare curios into this curious locale with little effort. If what Cat says is true, and she can just stay for a little while and easily get out of Dodge, she could sell her wares and skedaddle before anyone realized they weren't worth more than a conversation maker. Well. SOME of them were worth the price she asked, but what kind of peddler would she be if she couldn't hawk phonies as equally as genuine?
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Feb 29, 2016 16:23:37 GMT -5
"Niiiice," Cat mused, nodding firmly with what seemed to be genuine interest. At the rate she was working, nearly a quarter of the basket was already repaired. "I'm a pretty active traveler myself. Got myself two partners in crime and a sweet ride. Before we came here, we were traveling around the World and trying to prevent the apocalypse."
She smiled as if this fact was trivial at best. "Once we get back and finish the job, I'mma use my mad inventing skills and my buddies' help to establish anarchy! So yeah! Good to know a girl's got a plan, right?!"
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Post by jessie on Feb 29, 2016 20:01:27 GMT -5
"Oh. Well, that's good. Uhm, anarchy? Do you have a, um, bad government, where you're from?" Shawna twirled a hairstrand nervously. It's already been stated how strange she finds Cat, so it shouldn't need be again.
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Mar 1, 2016 14:59:34 GMT -5
"Well, let me put this in perspective for ya," Cat offered, eyes narrow with concentration. "My home country's leaders banned cereal and ruled that no one could be left-handed. My drug junkie arch nemesis Sam Goldwyn is the current Mayor of Metropolis. There's another country that is still recovering from a civil war that made the ENTIRE COUNTRY radioactive. And the leader of the entire World has the literal attention span of a goldfish. Mostly because he IS a goldfish."
She frowned at Shawna, ears flat, paws still hard at work. "I think the guys upstairs aren't exactly doing their job right if the fate of the World is in the hands of just three misfit teenagers."
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Post by jessie on Mar 1, 2016 20:37:20 GMT -5
"Well, that's... a series of very good reasons for anarchy. I wish you luck with that." Shawna really cannot get a read on Cat at all. It's seeming like she's kinda okay, though. "Does that have anything to do with the, er, squirrel, thing?"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Mar 2, 2016 22:42:47 GMT -5
"Nah, the squirrels are a different beast entirely," Cat muttered. "They've been trying to tell me something all my life. I just know it. I don't know if they know something about the apocalypse or if they're just trying to coerce more of Dee's Nuts out of me, but whatever it is, I WILL FIGURE IT OUT!"
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Post by jessie on Mar 3, 2016 0:14:42 GMT -5
"Deez Nuts?" That meant something wildly different from what Cat meant on Shawna's world. She was puzzled until she glanced over to the can on the ground over there. "Oh... Dee's Nuts..." What a truly awful pun. She was sure this was a dream now. Though she'd hoped her brain would've supplied a bit higher brow humor, but the subconscious is a puzzle, truly.
"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out. You seem like the type of person who can get things done, even if it is squirrel-English communications. I believe in you." She says this so nonchalantly, like it's no big thing. Shawna is so cool.
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Mar 4, 2016 17:36:04 GMT -5
"Dang right, sister!" Cat winked at Shawna and quickly finished repairing the basket. "There we be! That basket's molecules are now woven so tightly, not even a demonically-possessed freight train fulla stupid pills could crush it!"
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Post by jessie on Mar 4, 2016 19:20:55 GMT -5
"Oh, wow!" She knew that Cat had that weird device, but it still took so little time. She tugged on the weave, and yup, strong as steel. "Thanks for this, Cat. Really. Oh man, it's better than when I first weaved it!" She laughed, incredulous, and started straightening the rigging.
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Mar 5, 2016 23:49:37 GMT -5
"You're quite welcome." Cat beamed with pride, always happy to know her inventions were being put to good use. "So what about you? Where're you heading off to once you get airborne again?"
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Post by jessie on Mar 6, 2016 0:39:25 GMT -5
"Oh um... Up. I guess." Shawna never really planned where she went. That was a bit how it was with hot air ballooning, you go and you work your way back. It was also due in part to the nature of her job - the wind will take you where you need to go. It was fine, it was what she knew. So why did the question shake her so much?
She frowned, brows furrowing as she worked the knots. "Um, maybe, maybe back to the city first. Just to get my bearings again..." Where was she headed? What was she doing? Did she ever know?
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Mar 6, 2016 14:53:32 GMT -5
"Hey, whatever works." Cat shrugged, her smile calm and surprisingly genuine. "Nothing wrong with not having a plan. I've pretty much been meandering for years and I couldn't give two toots."
She then examined the balloon, pondering the best way to mend it.
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