OTA: Feeeelings | Backdated to the 29th

[orions_shadow]

Part of being young and non human in a place like this meant that there weren't a lot of people immedietly apparent that he could get along with. So he usually sticks to himself, and given his sleep schedule he's not up for very long on a daily basis. There are times though when his self isolation gets too much and he decides he needs to socialize.

Today has been turning out to be a terrible day for that, as today? He can sense the emotions of others. Picking up on every little bit off emotional tidbit off of people like an emotional radar, getting any good sleep has become impossible.

The worst part? None of his powers worked, so he was feeling agitated and week, as well as trapped in his feral form, unable to morph back into his more flexible human/cat form. So there he was, an emotional sponge, and letting all of those emotions from others influence his own.
He sits on one of the many couches in the lounge area of Ten Forward, glancing around at those who might come by, hoping they're not half as moody as he is.

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[startedtheflamewar]

Moody isn't the right word for what Cash is feeling. There's a layer of anxiety, hidden under everything else, and perhaps a layer of fear under that, but, for the most part, Cash is feeling — good. Better. Things have been looking up. He's still trying to transition from an incredibly violent environment to a place where he has a safe room, fresh clothes and all the food he can eat, however; that hasn't been a walk in the park.

And he's also transitioning from being something close to an alcoholic (or just a straight alcoholic, if he's being honest with himself), so he gets himself coffee — and plenty of it — before taking a slow walk through Ten Forward. Familiar faces don't seem to be in residence here. But he does make a note of the large, black cat on one of the couches, as he walks nearby.

"Uh. Hi there."

Though Cash doesn't necessarily expect anything back, he's also past the point of making assumptions. One of his favorite buddies in the godforsaken town he'd come from was a talking raccoon. And even if the cat is just somebody's pet, he's curious.

[orions_shadow]

To his credit, he is also wearing clothes. so the odds of him being is pretty high. He glances up at Cash, whiskers flexing forward as he unconsciously pics up on that anxiety, but the good feelings, the glimmer of optimism, seems to be overriding that. Still, it makes him a bit uneasy.

"...Hi?" What's this guy want? Musta never seen a weird cat like him before.

[startedtheflamewar]

By his smile alone, it might not seem like much conflict is going on under the surface. Cash has perfected an easy smile, one which projects confidence; as an agent of the OSS, he'd used it plenty.

He thinks of something, a figment of memory. It wasn't that long ago, but the trauma of the last year and half has made a lot of his memories foggier than they used to be. But this figment's a good one.

"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you. You remind me of somebody I met once," he offers. "An elf."

[orions_shadow]

"An elf?" Is he crazy? He's crazy. He shifts in his seat, pulling his legs under his body and sits up. But no, seriously? Elf?

"That's a new one. First time someone has ever taken a look at me, a black lion kid, and said 'elf'?

[startedtheflamewar]

Cash chortles quietly and shrugs, sipping his coffee. “Maybe this comparison might be a little insulting,” he has to admit. “They were an elf from the Lykos House. They’re canine elves. He was a young guy, probably about the equivalent of a young adult. I’d only heard about ‘em before, I hadn’t seen any in person. But his fur was black. He was nice enough. Seemed to not know what to do about me. Lykos don’t have too much contact with humans.”

While they had more and more contact, as the years went on, they hadn’t fully recovered from when humans had labeled them ‘werewolves’. After that, and not a few witch hunts, they’d decided to keep to their Hollows. Cash likes to think that humans have advanced quite a bit since then, thanks to the Gate, but there’s no hurrying the Lykos. And no real need for it, what with the War happening. They’re safer in those Hollows.

ooc: sorry it took me so long to tag in!

[hey_heyhey]

Hey hey now, he's in luck. Pete is pretty much the polar opposite of moody at the moment. Yeah, being trapped here away from the Warehouse and Artie, Claud, and Jinks isn't exactly a bowl of petunias, but he's finally starting to believe this isn't an Artifact whammy. And having Myks here helps.

He's pretty much making the best of being on the Enterprise, replicating all the weird Klingon delicacies he can eat (and many more he can't), singing in the sonic showers, fighting Gorns on the holodecks (if only he could replicate a command gold uniform to rip at just the right moment), and otherwise being the cheerful overgrown kid everyone always says he is back home.

"Hey, whoa," he says, blinking at Shadow. His filter doesn't always work all that great, but at least he looks awed and excited, not weirded out. "Dude! Sprechen Sie Deutsch?"

n/p I'm being slow myself.

[orions_shadow]

Which is great because he doesn't have to be weirded out by the fact that he's picking up on other people's emotions. Nah, he'll instead tilt his head and jerk his neck back at the sudden approach of a crazy German man spouting crazy German things with english interwoven into it. So what's his deal? But seriously he doesn't know how to address that greeting at all.

"Huh?" No seriously. Explain. Why are you speaking german to him?

"You're not 5th Column are you?" Because he sure didn't smell like a Nazi vampire.