Room 528, Thursday Morning

[icecoldfrost]

After her spa trip the other day, Emma had come home to find a large envelope with her name on it, and Hank's clumsy printing on the outside.

Now she sat at her desk, considering the contents and accompanying note with an evil little grin on her face.

party is monday. send this back to me fast so it can go where its supposed to go. bee careful. -- H

"Hank, I love you," she breathed, turning over the invitation to Ben Nishimura's charity gala in her hands. The man had proved infinitely profitable once before, with what she had gleaned from him at Cumberland's birthday party, and this definately held promise. "For this, I might just kiss you."

Humming happily, she skipped over to her closet, pulling out a small box filled with stationary supplies and setting to work.

Practice the lettering, first. Then match the paper and inks properly. By the time of the party, Emma was going to have an absolutely perfect match, and no one would ever know it was fake.


[Open door and open post! That Emma got a package is totally FB, the any mentions that she's a total delinquent and is committing forgery is NFB.]

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[glacial_queen]

*Arcerian cat,* Karla corrected primly. *Tigers are very different. You see, they--WHAT?!*

The expression of confusion and panic--especially on a tiger with blue sparkly claws and a Sapphire pendant on a small chain around her neck--was likely quite comical. Karla was too busy being confused and panicking to notice. *How did this happen?*

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was in shock, regarding Karla with a mix of amusement and horror. "Kitty," she gasped, breaking out into giggles. "Karla, you're adorable!"

[glacial_queen]

Karla opened her mouth to protest but all that came out was a tiny little 'Mew.'

Covering her face with her paws and burying her head in the blankets probably didn't help lessen the cute assessment any.

*Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful. You have got to be kidding me. What amd I going to do without hands? And with a tail.*

Oh! Tail! Pounce!

Facepalm.

[icecoldfrost]

"Chase it?" Emma suggested, moving to sit on the bed and try and scoop Kitten!Karla! into her lap. "What do your Arcerian cats eat, darling? Because I am not feeding you Pop Tarts and coffee."

Emma's idea of nutrition was 'special.'

[glacial_queen]

*Hunters,* Karla's mindvoice was filled with dark amusement. *Umm...meat. Steak. Chicken. Prok. Usually raw, but I'd prefer mine cooked. Since I'm talking to you, I'm guessing I'm a kindred Arcerian. Thank the Darkness.*

Karla rose to all four feet (so weird!) and hopped off the bed, using Craft to only fall halfway. She padded around the room about a foot or so in the air and then flopped back on the bed, next to Emma and did her best to look pettable.

*I can still airwalk. Good. That means I will not have to suffer through the indignities of a litter box.*

[icecoldfrost]

Emma couldn't help it; she was utterly cracking up, even as she reached over to indulge Karla and scratch her ears.

"You. A litter box!" she gasped, shaking her head. "Not in my room, young lady! You can figure out the girls' restrooms like every other sentient magical cat."

"I cannot believe I just said that."

[glacial_queen]

Karla leveled a look at Emma. *I will have you know, that sentence was insane even by my standards.* She rested her head on her paws. *I don't wanna be a kitty,* she sulked. Then perked up slightly as she thought of something. *At least my claws are nice and sharp. Who do you think I can get away with swatting while I'm like this?*

It should also be noted that Karla was not purring at the ear scratches. It was growling friendly-like.

[icecoldfrost]

"Everyone. Just don't let them know you're still you inside," Emma replied cheerfully. "Let them think you've been turned into a cat, not that you're you-as-a-cat, and see how much you can get away with."

[glacial_queen]

Karla still had a wicked grin as an Arcerian cat. It just had more teeth. *And this is why we're friends,* she sent smugly. Cats were good at smug. *You'll just have to practice not laughing at people. Especially since I'll probably keep a running dialogue in your head.*

Though, if Emma ever wanted to tune Karla out, she did have a lovely pair of earrings.

[icecoldfrost]

< I'll be good, > Emma promised, schooling her face to calm disinterest. < Did you still want to do our movies, then, or spend the weekend terrorizing people and filling me in on the good gossip? >

< Or both. I suppose we don't have to pick. >