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Who: Disciple and OPEN
Where: Here, there, everywhere.
When: March 21-25th
What: Various shenanigans from Di adopting a mutant cat that seems to be made of silly putty, painting, and other things. Feel free to ping me on my journal if you want to plot :3
Warnings: None for now.

a. meet pudding

[Di was surprised it had taken her this long to get a pet. It was so simple to do here on Earth, and she was in a position now where she could reasonably do so. Returning to her home day after day, with no company made for a lonesome experience. With everything that had been happening she really could use someone to openly love, dote on, and cuddle with.

When she entered the animal shelter, Di quickly realized that limiting herself to just one cat would be one of the greatest tests of her will she had ever undergone.

After a couple hours of cooing over nearly every cat in the shelter Di walked out a very happy troll, with a new pet cat on her shoulders. A pet cat that looked more like a big lob of pink silly putty with eyes that was currently melting down her shoulder.

His name was Pudding and she was enjoying a day out in the park with him, perched beneath a tree with a picnic basket next to them.

((ooc; so an explanation. I've always wanted to get Di a cat like Choo-choo Bear from Something Positive. Pudding is similar in attitude and...substance and is the result of your run of the mill crazy mutation through tragic/scientific means. Feel free to be completely and utterly disgusted by him. Or love him. Or hate him on a sincere and personal level.))]

b. painting

[With a small source of personal income, Di now felt she could buy things she wished for without guilt. One of the first things she had invested in was some paints and canvases, and she had been painting nonstop since.

As it was a beautiful day, cooler than some of the recent ones, Di had decide to work outside. She had brought along her canvas bag with some finished paintings: the sight of both of Alternia's moons in a starry sky, the Signless, Psionic, and Dolorosa gathered around a campfire, the market place of one of the many rural villages they had passed in their journeys. There were other paintings as well, not pertaining to her home world: the first look of Earth she had glimpsed from space, the city at night with all its bright lights.

At the moment she was well into another painting, working with a tiny brush at painting the likeness of the Cybertronian she had recently encountered for a second time. Orion Pax was someone her heart went out to, and she hoped that soon all things would become clear for him.]

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He frowns at the bag, leaning for a better look but not reaching to take it. It's so small that he'd probably drop and lose it, for one.

"No thanks. I don't think my system would process it." He frowns a little, looking from the bag to her. Maybe it's like... having high grade energon? "So you just... ingest it, and it makes you act like..."

He waves a hand vaguely toward her, not quite sure how or willing to describe her current state.

Di just blinks at Breakdown, smiling and apparently oblivious to her odd behavior. When he doesn't finish his train of thought she just shrugs and finishes for him.

"It makes you feel nice and relaxed." In a manner of speaking, in any case. She seemed quite full of energy and this was proven when she bent her legs in order to spring up high, traveling up his leg, to his chest, bouncing off there to land on his arm. Here she wouldn't have to crane her head up high just to see his face.

"Do you eat anything?"

He jerks a little, surprised to have an organic just jumping at him, but when he realizes it isn't an attack he goes courteously still. He could shake her off if he wanted to, but he doesn't see a need for it. He just vents a heavy sigh through his system and holds out one arm, like he's seen humans do with their feathered organics.

Hopefully she'll know better than to ever try this kind of thing with someone like Knock Out.

"Yeah, energon. But once we refine it, it's more like drinking. And we don't have anything like, uh, 'catnip'."

Di perches on his shoulder, attentive even as she is. She hadn't actually expected the answer to be yes but the word energon is a familiar one. Orion had spoken about it--it was that substance that sort of served as their 'blood' wasn't it?

If that's all they had, though, it was a little sad. Food was yummy. So were many drinks. Di would miss the sensation of taste too much if she were to ever inexplicably become a race that did not need sustenance.

"Nothing at all? Nothing like alcohol either?"

Well, shoulder works. It's definitely large enough to host someone. He eases himself to a seated position, head cocked to look over at her.

"I'm pretty sure we've got something like alcohol." If he's understanding the effects of alcohol right, anyway. It appears often enough in media for him to have a decent mental image of it. "It's still just energon, but refined different. Comes out high grade, supercharges the system."

Di curls up on his shoulder, pulling her body into a tight little ball so she was nearly completely tucked under her massive hair. Her eyes remain on his and she smile a little at the image of a drunken Cybertronian. There was still so much she didn't really understand about modern technology, much less Cybertronians.

At the moment, she couldn't really think on that as much as she would have normally.

"I guess that means you haven't tried it?"

Jeez, she almost gets lost in that hair. He watches with amusement, and shakes his head.

"What, catnip? No, haven't tried that. Not alcohol, either. I've had plenty of high grade, though."

"High grade. High grade." Her expression becomes pensive as she repeats that in an almost whimsical tone.

"It sounds like some supurr fancy stuff. Something the highbloods would hog all to themselves." Considering how Breakdown had described it, it did seem like something awfully hard to get ahold of.