[ he’s in the boy’s shower rooms. catra, please i was promised straight catra wasn’t real and she couldn’t hurt me——
okay no. he’s in the cafeteria, at golly-b’s ordering way too much off the menu. like suspiciously too much. or, enough for more than one person. once he has his food, he finds a seat, settles himself down and distributes the chicken and mash, and fries and drinks between himself and the space in front of him.
[j/k, she is stalking him in the cafeteria, watching him order SO MUCH FOOD, and then observing as he sits down and splits the food into two distinct meals]
[. . .]
[well, okay]
Hey there, Snowy.
[casually taking a seat across from him, legs crossed and elbow resting against the table as she steals a tiny piece of chicken]
[ well he was about to have a great time hanging out in the student union but it seems like someone's busy in the corner literally smacking around the arcade machines according to the prompt i've been given.
so he'll just.
wander over and stand behind her. staring. ]
So, uh. You trying to smack some sense into it or are you just that bad at games?
[YEAH. SHE'S SMACKING IT AROUND. like, sitting atop one of the machines and just. . . whacking it with the most bewildered face?? her ears are flat and her tail twitching in ???]
. . . I don't really fully know what happened. One minute we're in the school, and the next we're in an airship hangar with some mysterious guy talking to us over a collar-radio, telling us to steal an airship.
[ good thing crow’s here then. he does indeed come find her, but he does not disturb her and mostly seems more focused on just doing whatever he has to do and go.
which is prank her mercilessl—-no. ]
I guess it’ll work just like back home? … The worst that can happen is I look stupid.
[ assuming she still has her eyes closed, there’ll be a pause, like a moment of silence. and then catra will feel… better? not miraculously so, any major injuries will still be kicking around, but they’ll feel a little better overall. any scrapes or bruises or minor injuries will just feel like they were never there.
[her eyes are closed, so she doesn't see him as he approaches! but her ears flick forward when he mutters to himself, picking up on that noise. though before she can move to greet him. . .]
[her smaller bruises and cuts cease to ache, with the most notable difference being the throb in her ribs. she finds herself able to breathe more easily without pain, although deep breathes and coughing will probably still hurt. her arm is still broken-- obviously, whatever Crow did wouldn't heal that-- and the gunshot wound in her leg is still there, but. . . everything is much less. immediate? she doesn't have to press through and soldier on as much as she was before]
[and in response to this, Catra bolts upright, fur bristled. she winces a little because despite the relief she received, moving suddenly still hurts, but. u know]
[for some unexplained reason, Catra is wearing a dunce hat today. just like the one Dimitri had. haha! weird!!]
[but she strolls through the auditorium rows of seating like she doesn't look like a totally moron with said hat nestled between her ears. and as she examines her new surroundings, she somehow manages to spot Crow doing Crow-like things]
week 0, tuesday
[or followed]
[or. . . stalked]
[HM]
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okay no. he’s in the cafeteria, at golly-b’s ordering way too much off the menu. like suspiciously too much. or, enough for more than one person. once he has his food, he finds a seat, settles himself down and distributes the chicken and mash, and fries and drinks between himself and the space in front of him.
and then he just waits. ]
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[j/k, she is stalking him in the cafeteria, watching him order SO MUCH FOOD, and then observing as he sits down and splits the food into two distinct meals]
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[well, okay]
Hey there, Snowy.
[casually taking a seat across from him, legs crossed and elbow resting against the table as she steals a tiny piece of chicken]
Miss me, much?
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Deeply, and truly Kitkatra. You done with the stalking now, then?
[ she can have all the chicken she wants, it’s her portion of the meal. ]
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For now.
[she takes a moment to munch on a piece of chicken]
Hey-- do one of those tasks with me.
[SO DEMANDING]
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so he'll just.
wander over and stand behind her. staring. ]
So, uh. You trying to smack some sense into it or are you just that bad at games?
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. . . this is a game?
[????]
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Yup. But there's normally a method to it other than "smack it into submission".
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Oh yeah? Why don't you show me, smart guy?
[leaps off of the arcade machine and bows a little, gesturing toward it with both hands. see icon!]
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crow's just gonna bop her on the head lightly. ]
So. What happened? Like everything, yesterday, last night?
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[a light hiss as he bops her head, and her ears flatten]
You're not even going to pay me for my story?
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[ pay up, catra. ]
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[a gentle scoff, but she does start her story]
. . . I don't really fully know what happened. One minute we're in the school, and the next we're in an airship hangar with some mysterious guy talking to us over a collar-radio, telling us to steal an airship.
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week 2, monday
[Catra is in Winter dorm
loungingresting on one of the couches/chais/what have you because she may be a bit sore today. injuries suck :(][come find her, Crow!]
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which is prank her mercilessl—-no. ]
I guess it’ll work just like back home? … The worst that can happen is I look stupid.
[ assuming she still has her eyes closed, there’ll be a pause, like a moment of silence. and then catra will feel… better? not miraculously so, any major injuries will still be kicking around, but they’ll feel a little better overall. any scrapes or bruises or minor injuries will just feel like they were never there.
wow! amazing! ]
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[her smaller bruises and cuts cease to ache, with the most notable difference being the throb in her ribs. she finds herself able to breathe more easily without pain, although deep breathes and coughing will probably still hurt. her arm is still broken-- obviously, whatever Crow did wouldn't heal that-- and the gunshot wound in her leg is still there, but. . . everything is much less. immediate? she doesn't have to press through and soldier on as much as she was before]
[and in response to this, Catra bolts upright, fur bristled. she winces a little because despite the relief she received, moving suddenly still hurts, but. u know]
What--?!
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You're welcome.
Try not to bolt around, it's not going to have done a magical cure-all on you.
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week 3, monday
[but she strolls through the auditorium rows of seating like she doesn't look like a totally moron with said hat nestled between her ears. and as she examines her new surroundings, she somehow manages to spot Crow doing Crow-like things]
Hey, Snow.
[tail flick]
What brings you here?
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Hey Kitka-- oh. I like the headgear, very stylish.
[ haha. ]
Just chilling. Can't go wrong with a theatre, can you?
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[IMMEDIATELY SNATCHES THE HAT OFF HER HEAD]
Those sound like famous last words to me.
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[ haha (30:39 - 33:40) ]
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week 5, monday
and if you say "fish" i'm gonna laugh and call you a stereotype.
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gray rations
[. . . catra. . .]
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crow blood
[catra please just answer seriously
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