The Unexpected Visit [ORP]

[Atraielees]

OLD D

"Thank you Mistoffelees. The feeling is not strong but it's there so any precautions we can take, we should. Just don't go telling the whole junkyard quite yet."
Deuteronomy shuffled further indo the depths of the junkyard.
"Now, I'm going back to may nap. Make sure no one bothers me, unless it's my son."
His tired eyes looked at Mistoffelees with gratitude and worry, then he settled under some old blankets and went to sleep.


JEMIMA

Jemima got up from her spot behind the bed frame and strolled over to the group of felines. She could sense the tension around. She sat next to Etcetera and smiled at her friend.
"I scent Old Deuteronomy, why is he here?" she asked no one in particular.

[electricia]

DEMETER

Demeter ignored Pouncival's starring on her and smirked before she listened to Jemima's question: "He's around with Mistoffelees. Anything seems to concern him." Again instinktive shivers ran down her spin without the queen could have done anything to suppress them. Nevertheless she put on a smile to reassure the kitten and purred, scratching her ears.

"I'm sure the Ball will be wonderful. Do you have already your partner, Jemmie?"


ELECTRA

The dark tabby yawned and rolled around; however the slashed sheet where the young queen did rest didn't offer much more space. With a surprised yell Electra fell down, half falling, half leaping, exactely between the gather and stood up stretching herself, not seeming to be surprised about the sudden end of her nap: "Hi everyone. Anything interesting happened?"

[Pippin]

Mistoffelees nodded in acknowledgment. He agreed, the last thing that needed to be done right now was to cause mass panic in the 'Yard without having anything concrete to go on. He only hoped he could keep the secret long enough. Many of the other cats in the Junkyard, particularly the kittens, had a habit of being incredibly nosy, and he was never very good at lying.

He watched as Old Deuteronomy settled back to rest, looking in much need of it. He would do his best to ensure he remained undisturbed. He then turned back to the tire, hearing the voices of more cats that had apparently joined the small group while he had been talking with Old D. Climbing back into view on top of the tire, he nodded in greeting to the newcomers.

[Atraielees]

((I don't know what's done in other RPs but for this one, having a 'partner' for the ball is not necessary.))

Jemima smiled at Demeter but ignored her question, boys were not really the first thing on her mind today.
She ignored everyone as soon as Electra made a quite loud entrance.
"Hi sis! I had a wonderful meal today from my humans, how was scrounging for scraps, stray!" she teased.
Jemima playfully swiped at Electra's ears.

[theangelofmusic]

Skimbleshanks' curiosity peaked at seeing the group of cats continue to grow larger. He slid down from his spot on the car and approached the group.

"Hello everyone! How are you all?" he said with a smile.

[Pippin]

MISTOFFELEES:

Mistoffelees watched silently as the group on the tire continued to grow. Most of the conversation seemed to be turned towards the upcoming ball, or on what had happened during the day. Good. No one seemed particularly worried about the nature of Old Deuteronomy’s visit, though he thought he caught a hint of tension still present from Demeter as she spoke to Jemima. She always did seem to have a more acute awareness about such things than many of the other cats in the ‘Yard. He nodded in greeting to Skimbleshanks as he arrived, with a pleasant “Hello Skimble,” trying to get his mind off of the conversation he had just had.

POUNCIVAL:

Pouncival cocked his head to the side as Demeter casually announced that Old Deuteronomy was off with Mistoffelees. What was he doing here? He usually only came when something important was going on. Mentally, he shrugged. It couldn’t be too important (or no one else knew why he was really here either), however, because the conversation quickly turned to other things. He threw a sidelong glance at Mistoffelees, but as he hadn’t said anything, he supposed it was best to leave it be for the moment. There would be time later if he remembered.

He jumped slightly at Electra’s rather exuberant entrance, but recovered himself by gripping on to the edge of the tire. What was it with queens and being so excitable? He shook his head, deciding to shift his attention away from the sisters’ conversation to the rest of the steadily growing group. His focus landed on Skimbleshanks, who had just joined them. “Bored,” he replied to the older tom’s question, stretching as he did so, “Anything interesting happen at the train station today?” Perhaps Skimble had an interesting story to tell of something outside the Junkyard.

[theangelofmusic]

Skimbleshanks returned the nod to Mistoffelees and then turned to face Pouncival.
"Sorry laddie, Im afraid there hasn't been much going on lately. Prehaps next time?" he replied with a twinge of hope in the latter part of his response, Skimble may be getting up in years but he still loves excitement.
"I thought I heard Old Deuteronomy as I entered, is he around here somewhere or are my ears beginning to fail me?

[Pippin]

MISTOFFELEES:

Mistoffelees stiffened just slightly when Skimbleshanks mentioned Old Deuteronomy. He silently admonished himself to relax. There was no need to call attention to the fact that something might be up, especially when there really might not be (of course, that was likely wishful thinking on his part). For all they knew he was just here on a casual visit, and he hoped to keep up that illusion for as long as possible. “Old Deuteronomy is currently taking a nap behind the tire,” he answered, forcing a small smile onto his face, “He told me to ask that no one disturb him.”

POUNCIVAL:

Pouncival’s ears drooped just visibly at the railway cat’s response, disappointed that he had no story to tell. Skimble always told the best stories. But it sounded as though he, too, was hoping for something more exciting to happen. Pounce settled himself down, gently kneading his paws into the tire’s rubber with a sigh. After a moment, he couldn’t help it any longer, he had to ask. “What’s he doing here anyway?” he said, addressing the collective group, wondering if someone had any idea as to the nature of their leader’s visit.

[electricia]

((Oh, I was thinking about NJG, sry )


DEMETER

The yellowish and black female cocked her head when she got no answer and chuckled silently; probably that wasn't Jemima's favorite topic now. Did it matter? Deme was also alone at the Ball, at least she didn't intend to end up with a tom at the end of the dance. Tss, preferable drunken and pregnant finally without any clue of whom ... at least that was it what Demeter got told from a stray before she knew the Jellicles: "Hey Skimble!", she greeted the orange tabby, finally got to pull the cut bow out of her fur and threw it aside. Ultimately ...

She turned around to Mistoffelees and nodded: "Clear."


ELECTRA

Electra grinned wide and stuck out her tongue at Jemima: "I visited McDonald's today! A little girl thought I was too irresistable to not get yet less than 5 ChickenMcNuggets. With ketchup!" Purring Electra rubbed over her belly; today she had had a VERY satisfying lunch.

"I'm still young and cute enough therefore!" She squeaked high when the calico reached out for her ears and let herself fall flat onto her belly on the ground to dodge her sister's paws. Roaring kittenish Electra stretched out both arms and studied Jemima playfully: "Wanna play peaks and pollicles?" Sudden she made a little jump and tried to press the female backwards to the ground.

[Atraielees]

The smaller female fell down as her sister pushed her.
"Only if I get to be a rough tumbling Pollicle!" She said through giggles as she got back on her paws.
Though the news of Old D arriving was a bit alarming, her youth took over and Jemima gave in to the desire to just play the day away worry free.

[electricia]

"You and a rough Pollicle? You can't even hurt a fly!" Giggling like Jemima the dark tabby upstraightened again a bit but still ready for another unexpected 'attack' and couldn't resist to tease the younger queen: "You can try though if you want but no one's stronger than a Chinese dog!" Like how to confirm the statement Electra bowed over Jemima and wanted to tickle her: "Peaks don't know any mercy!"

[Atraielees]

Jemima squirmed her way out of Electra's grasp and ran deeper into the Junkyard.
"Lets pay away from the adults." she said hesitantly.
"I don't like the way they are..." Jemima paused, "let's just get out of their way."

((Continued on a new thread if ya don't mind...things are dead here and we need some action...))

[Pippin]

POUNCIVAL:

Pouncival blinked after a moment when no one had answered his question. The group was unusually silent today for some reason (well, except for Jemima and Electra, who were off to play Pekes and Pollicles), and it bothered him. He didn't like when it was silent. It usually meant that there was something not being said, and with good reason. "Nobody knows?" he prompted, looking around. His gaze finally landed on Mistoffelees, who had spoken before. Apparently Old Deuteronomy had spoken to him briefly, so perhaps he had some clue. Somehow Pounce didn't think that the Jellicle leader came all the way down here to take a nap. He could do that back at the vicarage.

MISTOFFELEES:

Mistoffelees was silent for a moment at Pouncival's question, hoping someone else would pick up the ball, or the group could discuss amongst themselves for a bit before having to provide any sort of answer. Instead, it seemed the rest of the group must be thinking the same thing, for they were all left in an uncomfortable silence, save for the pair of kittens who were oblivious to the situation. That was probably for the best, anyway. Let them play. Who knows if they could with whatever was coming.

'Listen to yourself,' Mistoffelees scolded himself mentally at his train of thought, 'How morbid. You're letting your fear get the better of you. You don't know what's going on yet, so don't go jumping to conclusions.' He glanced back over at Pouncival's expectant face and sighed inwardly. Someone was going to have to talk, and while he hated it to be him, it looked like it was going to have to be. But he didn't want to lie, exactly, well...not if he could help it.

He shrugged, trying to look casual. "He didn't say much....you know how he can be," he answered slowly, "Maybe he's just concerned about the upcoming ball." That wasn't a total lie, anyway. If Macavity attacked, it would certainly concern the ball, and the preparations thereof were probably going to be altered anyway, to be ready, just in case. He tried to keep his answer as vague as possible to avoid any pointed lines of questioning.

He glanced around briefly at their small group. Their protector was distinctly absent, and perhaps the one cat Misto wished was here right now. Deuteronomy said that Munkustrap was the only one that should be allowed to disturb him, and it didnt' take a genius to infer that they would need to talk, likely sooner rather than later. At least if Munkustrap knew he could perhaps talk to someone about it in earnest to figure out what was going on, and start to figure out what to do.

(Sorry for the long absence in the rp. Hopefully this might get things going again?)

[Atraielees]

(yup yup!! I'm going to continue to play all un-taken parts till we get new members...know of anyone willing to be Munku?? heh...well...I'll be him for now...Oh and the 'big bad thing' is going to happen soon...i just need some hench cats)

Munkustrap was running by this point, his imagination had gotten the better of him...he needed to see his father. Why was he back in the yard so soon after the Ball? Why had'int he told Munku about his trip? What was so important? He was so worried it looked as if he was running to save someone's life as he got to the yard.

He had no time for formal greetings as he reached the tire, he just said in a frustrated voice to no one in particular,

"Where's my father?"

He looked around and his eyes landed on Mistoffelees who looked distraught. Munkustrap softened his expression and asked in a less hurried tone,

"Is he here?"

[animalboything]

Oblivion was bliss.

Tumblebrutus rounded his shoulders, head pulled between his front legs as his back rounding in a long stretch before arching it, hind legs lifting one at a time to pull out and, consequentially, limber up. The trek from his human home to the Junkyard wasn't terribly far, at least he was used to it by that point so the distance seemed like nothing.

And goodness, the Junkyard seemed relatively busy and packed! All the better for him; it'd be more interesting for certain.

He picked up his pace into a slow lope, grinning broadly before noting the position of his younger sibling. Perrrrrfffeeeeect. The pace increased before he arched back, "INCOMING!" yelled as his front paws hit the ground, he rounded over with a twist and flipped over Pouncival's back, landing next to him with ease and a thumbs up. "What's up?" he asked, fairly naively, still grinning broadly.