-70- Free Fallin'

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[a big ol' tumbling sound, as something person-sized flails and falls off of Crowley's dresser, kicking open the journal in the process.

THUD.]

--Damnit!


((ooc: there is now one less cat in the castle. and, I suppose thus ends my hiatus!))

Comments

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Despite his brain went 'OH HOLY HELL THE CAT JUST TURNED INTO THE WOMAN WHO IS ALSO MY SOMETHING WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE UNIVERSE?!!!!' Crowley manages to be pretty calm about this, outwardly. He calmly continues watering his plants]

So that's where you got to.

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[give her a second while she gets her bearings, looking a little dazed and rubbing her head. And then it really sinks in that she's no longer a cat and--more importantly--can talk again.

And Crowley is immediately getting a glare. She has a lot of griping to catch up on]

--What kind of name is Fluffy??

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Oh the griping. How he missed the griping]

I wasn't going to call you Fluffy, I was happy to go with 'Annoying'.

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, that's so much better.

[picking herself up off the floor now. ow.]

I never felt bad for your stupid zoo until now.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

...The hell?

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't notice that the journal is open just yet. still trying to quite notice the fact that she's human again]

Son of a bitch...

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

What's goin' on?

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Something like that is honestly pretty hard to miss. Even if it's over a journal. And, you know, it occurs to her that she hasn't seen Faye since that whole... thing went down. That thing we don't speak of yet Julia somehow feels like she owes some sort of awkward apology for anyway.]

Faye?

[The voice is very distinctive. But, you know. Just checking.]

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

...

[ugh, this is embarrassing on a couple of different levels.]

Yeah...

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Hey, falling off of a dresser aside, the feeling is kind of mutual.]

Are you... all right?

[It sounds a little awkward coming from her, but she figures she has to start somewhere.]

dictated;

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Classic Faye entrance.]

Journal found you?

dictated;

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[she can hear the journal, but it's taking her a minute to look around for where it landed]

Nothing to see here, Spike.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

I wasn't going to ask. [He's seen so much.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Despite his brain went 'OH HOLY HELL THE CAT JUST TURNED INTO THE WOMAN WHO IS ALSO MY SOMETHING WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE UNIVERSE?!!!!' Crowley manages to be pretty calm about this, outwardly. He calmly continues watering his plants]

So that's where you got to.

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[give her a second while she gets her bearings, looking a little dazed and rubbing her head. And then it really sinks in that she's no longer a cat and--more importantly--can talk again.

And Crowley is immediately getting a glare. She has a lot of griping to catch up on]

--What kind of name is Fluffy??

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Oh the griping. How he missed the griping]

I wasn't going to call you Fluffy, I was happy to go with 'Annoying'.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

...The hell?

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't notice that the journal is open just yet. still trying to quite notice the fact that she's human again]

Son of a bitch...

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

What's goin' on?

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Something like that is honestly pretty hard to miss. Even if it's over a journal. And, you know, it occurs to her that she hasn't seen Faye since that whole... thing went down. That thing we don't speak of yet Julia somehow feels like she owes some sort of awkward apology for anyway.]

Faye?

[The voice is very distinctive. But, you know. Just checking.]

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

...

[ugh, this is embarrassing on a couple of different levels.]

Yeah...

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Hey, falling off of a dresser aside, the feeling is kind of mutual.]

Are you... all right?

[It sounds a little awkward coming from her, but she figures she has to start somewhere.]

dictated;

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Classic Faye entrance.]

Journal found you?

dictated;

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[she can hear the journal, but it's taking her a minute to look around for where it landed]

Nothing to see here, Spike.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

I wasn't going to ask. [He's seen so much.]