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Entry tags:
- !event,
- adventure time: finn mertens,
- dc comics: cissie king-jones,
- dc comics: jason todd,
- dc comics: stephanie brown,
- dc comics: tim drake-wayne,
- detroit: become human: connor,
- detroit: become human: hank anderson,
- ff7: cloud strife,
- ff8: nida nomura,
- ff8: rinoa heartilly,
- ff8: seifer almasy,
- ff8: squall leonhart,
- marvel comics: billy kaplan,
- marvel comics: david alleyne,
- marvel comics: tommy shepherd,
- mcu: clint barton,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- mcu: yondu udonta,
- silent hill: sharon da silva
kitty at my foot and i wanna touch it.
WHO: Open to all residents
WHAT: Your regularly scheduled NAPs event for the month
WHERE: The RoCocoa Cat Cafe
WHEN: Aug. 10-14
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable!
Look at all of these bright, shining new faces! There’s even a few less bright, less shining faces, but hey, this city welcomes all types. Chances are, if you’ve just arrived, you're seeing some pretty crazy things, unless you're used to an eye-blinding amount of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in juuuuust fine. But for the rest of you, the Head knows this has gotta be pretty overwhelming, right?
Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...
Hello, new citizens of Dualis,
and welcome to your monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!
NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating! Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask queries and receive results, or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship! But don't be too shy, you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right? Who doesn’t like friends?!
This month’s event is held at the brand new RoCocoa Cat Cafe, a sparkly new establishment that caters to children and the young at heart with iced and hot cocoa drinks of all kinds, delicious pastries, age-appropriate live music, and of course many friendly kitties who love to lounge in laps. The cats are of all shapes, sizes, and colors, including some who may look a little different from what you expect, or may look like an ordinary cat but are actually anything but ordinary underneath that adorable fur coat. All cats in the cafe are adoptable, too, if you meet a new furry friend and just can’t bear to go home without them!
So pull up a chair, get to know your new neighbors, and enjoy a sugary treat or two with the resident furbabies. You might just meet your new two- or four-legged best friend!
WHAT: Your regularly scheduled NAPs event for the month
WHERE: The RoCocoa Cat Cafe
WHEN: Aug. 10-14
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable!
Look at all of these bright, shining new faces! There’s even a few less bright, less shining faces, but hey, this city welcomes all types. Chances are, if you’ve just arrived, you're seeing some pretty crazy things, unless you're used to an eye-blinding amount of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in juuuuust fine. But for the rest of you, the Head knows this has gotta be pretty overwhelming, right?
Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...
and welcome to your monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!
NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating! Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask queries and receive results, or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship! But don't be too shy, you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right? Who doesn’t like friends?!
This month’s event is held at the brand new RoCocoa Cat Cafe, a sparkly new establishment that caters to children and the young at heart with iced and hot cocoa drinks of all kinds, delicious pastries, age-appropriate live music, and of course many friendly kitties who love to lounge in laps. The cats are of all shapes, sizes, and colors, including some who may look a little different from what you expect, or may look like an ordinary cat but are actually anything but ordinary underneath that adorable fur coat. All cats in the cafe are adoptable, too, if you meet a new furry friend and just can’t bear to go home without them!
So pull up a chair, get to know your new neighbors, and enjoy a sugary treat or two with the resident furbabies. You might just meet your new two- or four-legged best friend!
Connor | Detroit: Become Human
But that's the least of what's confusing him about...everything, so he's not going to focus on that.
...And now there's cat hair in his nose. Androids don't have allergies, but he huffs air sharply out through his nose to get rid of it anyway, shaking his head. The cat jumps almost imperceptibly, and Connor jerks back in turn, blue light spinning in his LED.
Whoever's coming to sit across from him is seeing someone thoroughly distracted by their very first time meeting a cat - let alone an eyeless two-tailed one.
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"Not used to cats?" he asks.
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This time, there were cats, too.
Heather considers skipping Connor's table. He seems preoccupied with the odd feline and another has lazily claimed the seat opposite, tail dangling off its edge. She sighs as she presses back her desire to leave, picking up the fluffy fur beast from the chair, dropping it gingerly on the floor with a huffed shoo. Dammit, her leggings will be furry by the time she's done here.
She observes Connor a moment before she speaks. The light on the side of his head catches her eye immediately and so she just blurts out, tapping her own temple,"What's with the light?"
It doesn't look like it's meant to be a fashion accessory, after all.
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"I think he likes you."
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Yondu Udonta | OTA
So he's there, at a table, eyeing every single thing in there with the gaze of a man who really feels that he should be armed. Somehow that makes cats want to say hello to him all the more. They wrap around his legs, try to climb into his lap multiple times despite several efforts to put them back down again.
Then one hops up on the table and looks at him. A big orange tabby with bright green eyes. Just from looking at it, Yondu knows. He goes stone still, unwilling to move.
"Hey uh, you mind puttin' that one down on the floor? Real gentle-like. An' I mean real gentle, we're talkin' handlin' explosives gentle," he asks of the next person that sits. Because maybe if they don't know, they can handle the Flerkin with a great deal more casual ease.
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When she sits at her first table, it's across from Yondu. She looks up at him in confusion when he asks her to set the cat on the floor. The cat in question wanders toward her and gives a soft mew before sitting and setting to washing its face.
"...This cat?" Cissie asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you allergic or something?"
If he's allergic, coming to an event at a cat cafe seems like a silly decision.
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Entirely over the cats. Animals he'd come to greatly miss since leaving the Iteration where there was a whole clan of strays to enjoy the company of at any time. This was like that, only he could bring one home! And some of them glitched like they were holograms, cool!
They were supposed to be meeting new people today, yet he couldn't resist stopping by the table where the blue guy he met early on was sat. "Hey! Been a while, looks like you made a friend," And Seifer, not at all realizing the danger he might be in, would try to scoop up the big orange tabby like one would any normal friendly cat because he wanted to give him some attention. "What's the matter, not a cat guy?"
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But even that's not really such a good reason for the blue man in the centre of the room to look like he's sweating. As Cloud approaches, as directed onto Yondy's table by yet another NAP buzzer, he knows that a cats tendency to go right toward sociopathy isn't so much of a good reason to look as worried as the man does.
He blinks.
The orange cat swishes its tail, gaze still locked on Yondu.
Unknown to Cloud, it knows that he knows.
He pauses, just for a moment. But he does.
"Friend of yours?"
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A cat jumps on the table before his first proper pairing arrives, and he addresses it like he would anyone else. ]
Have you seen my backpack?
[ The creature crosses the table to lick his nose. He giggles. ]
Haha, aww.
[ When his real partner approaches the cat meows, opening five triangular sections of jaw to reveal a circle of teeth. Then it jumps down from the table to mingle with the other cats. ]
Oh. Woah. Okay.
[ Finn watches the cat leave, then turns back to his new table-mate with a smile. ]
Hi! I'm Finn. Have you seen a green backpack?
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I'm guessing that wasn't on the cue cards. Where was the last place you saw it?
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He's still staring after the cat as he sits down, holding a coffee an employee gave to him without listening to him protesting he doesn't actually drink.]
Uh... [Someone's getting straight to the point.] I'm Connor. And yes, but as someone else was carrying it, it's probably not yours.
[He's helping!] Did you lose it on the way here?
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It's more Finn that has his attention. Mostly because, damn. He seemed young. He lowers his gaze to the table as he decides to take the chair, his own cards between his hands.
And he answers.]
Nope. It's pretty common for things to go missing though.
[A pause, and.]
You new?
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[You'll have to forgive him, Finn, his eyes are still fixed on the daemon wearing a cat's skin that just hopped off the table, because that ... he's never seen a cat before today, and even he knows that's wrong.]
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Rinoa Heartilly | Final Fantasy VIII
Really, it's nice that there's a lack of Time Compression, and maybe not quite so much political turmoil. Or so she thinks. She's beginning to think that second thing might not be as true as she'd like it to be.
The cafe is not exactly a new place to her. It is, after all, where she's been situated to work. It's kind of nice to be here without the overhanging concept that she'll have to have an instrument in hand while she sings to sugared up children and what are definitely not your typical house cat. Angelo would have a field day with these little darlings.
She likes the hot cocoa there, though and that's right where she's heading to. Until she bumps into you. Or you. Possibly you over there. Either way, it's a wonder she doesn't spill it.
"Jeez, I'm sorry," she begins with an awkward and stilted laugh. "I didn't get any on you, right?"
Because Rinoa has always been the queen of perfect first impressions.
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"Now that doesn't look like the grace I saw you using when you and Squall danced at the Graduation Ball."
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"I'd worry about spilling them on these... cats." The 'cats' is added rather reluctantly. In the meantime, he's just going to casually rest a hand on the small of Rinoa's back so she doesn't bump into any more people.
He shakes his foot to see if it'll dislodge the cat but nope. Still there. He looks miffed as he wonders if it's actually safe to be in a cat cafe.
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David Alleyne | OTA
Whoops.
He does smile up at the person that sits across from him.
"Afternoon. You want the first question, or should I?"
Tim Drake-Wayne | OTA
He looks down at the card in front of him. "'Share one interesting fact about your home!' Are they serious?" He rolls his eyes and tosses the card back to the table.
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"Well? I think the most interesting fact is that I spent a few years living in a mansion with a training center under it that ran holographic simulations."
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Dr. Michael Morbius [The Living Vampire] - Marvel 616
Seriously, as he flipped through the cards he just sighed some. The man himself was in a simple outfit, grey on grey... on black. Cargo pants, with a hoodie, and a long trench coat over that. Who cares about the heat if their was any. Not this guy, he liked being as covered as he could. He was far to pale with glowing red eyes, and dark shaggy hair, which was half hidden under the hoodies hood.
His claw like nails flipping the cards around. He should have skipped this. He really should have, but really, what else did he have to do? He was off work today and he was supposed to be here as a new resident.
"Who writes these stupid questions." He grumbled to himself in his thick Grecian accent.
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"That is studying us, because it wants to learn about living beings. Maybe to steal our minds."
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Wanda Maximoff | MCU+6i CRAU [OPEN]
The situation itself wasn't jarring or new. It seemed as if she had gone from one experiment to the next, though that didn't align with her clone theory or what little she knew about this city and its lack of inhabitants. Wanda had to treat this place as something new and while she was determined to learn more about this strange ever changing city, their hosts appeared to be determined for them to get to know each other.
Wanda had never tried speed dating or speed friending before but she didn't see a reason to protest. It would be good to know who she was going to be living with and maybe she'd find someone she knew. Her misty green eyes looked down at her notecard as a chime told them that it was time to switch partners. Her lips formed each question as she silently committed the questions to memory.
Who is your hero?
What is your favorite food?
What makes you laugh the most?
What would you sing at Karaoke night?
Do you like surprises? Why or why not?
How would your friends describe you?
What's your favorite Zoo animal?
Do you collect anything?
How many pillows do you sleep with?
What are your hobbies?
She looked up and finally laid eyes on the person sitting across from her.
Surprise Cat Pile!
The cat looked like a mix of a Russian blue and a tabby cat with odd black stripes around its tails and on either side of its cheeks. It had a single large emerald green eye and its tail was split into two tails. When Wanda met its gaze she felt a gentle pull on her psyche that was commanding her to pet the kitten. She recognized the mental manipulation instantly and gently put up a mental barrier to stop the cat from influencing her. When she was finished protecting herself from the cat, she decided to relent and start petting it anyway. It purred happily in her lap, while the tips of its tails curled in affectionate twitches.
Wanda was content but after about ten minutes of petting another cat notice her.
This one was a white tabby cat with glowing aqua blue eyes and blue streaks lightly outlining the gray and black stripes on its little body. It had to have been a kitten because it was small enough to fit in Wanda's palm if she were to hold him. Wanda was thankful for its light weight because the kitten blinked in and out of existence, only to land on Wanda's head. It meowed loudly and then flashed the room a toothy smile filled with far too many sharp teeth. Didn't think a cat could smile? Think again.
She couldn't see it but Wanda got the feeling that the cats were trying to claim her in the way that only cats did. It wasn't uncomfortable but she didn't want to move and disturb them.
She was stuck.
Speed Re-Friending
Chances were this wasn't the woman he'd wanted to go to and ask for advice on how to ask her not-son out, before she'd disappeared. Chances were when he sat down she wouldn't even know him.
Didn't matter, though. He wanted to make a good impression, because sooner or later Billy and Tommy would find her, and what she thought of him mattered.
"This is going to sound like a very strange question, and I know the answer is probably know. But is there any chance I look vaguely familiar to you. Maybe if you imagined a more military hair cut, took off the eye liner, shaved me?"
It's too much to hope for, Nida knows as he sits down. Far too much. But if it is her... oh boy the conversation they need to have. Mostly summarized as 'they're here and they need you'.
Speed Re-Friending
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Cats Because Cats
Cats Because Cats <3
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Cats Because Cats <3
CW: Referenced Character Death - But it's very generalized.
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speed (is his name and also his game) friending.
speed (is his name and also his game) friending.
Cats because lol
Cats because lol
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Alex Reagan | The Black Tapes Podcast
Well, 'cat' may be the wrong word. The orange thing in Alex's lap demanding pets is definitely a Flerken, but she doesn't know it. Instead, Alex feels a bit like a super-villain there holding a cat, like this and when someone approaches her table for the speed friending thing, she just gives them a quick grin before saying in her cool, ready for radio Canadian voice: "I promise I'm definitely not a super villain or anything like that. He just doesn't seem to want to go away." Which means she's probably gonna end up taking him home. Oops.
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Which doesn't mean it's one hundred percent true. He does smile and offer his hand across the table to her, though.
"Nida Nomura. Pleasure to meet you."
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Ventus | Kingdom Hearts
And there are animals.
Eraqus had been a strict man and hadn't allowed pets in the castle, no matter how much his apprentices had begged or given him their own puppy eyes, and so after asking once if he could keep a bird he'd found when he was thirteen and receiving a firm no, Ven hadn't asked again. Eraqus was the master, and you didn't fight with your master. But getting out in the worlds had shown Ven how much he enjoyed seeing other places, other faces, and other living things (that weren't trying to kill him, at least), and that idea of getting a pet one day was not exactly gone.
His face when he comes into the building slowly spreads into a smile verging on a grin, and after stepping out of the way of traffic, Ven plops down cross-legged in a corner and waits for one of the cats to come to him. None of them look weird to him, but then again, one of his friends is a six-limbed short blue alien with giant ears and eyes. And when the first one to come over is definitely cat-shaped but looks entirely too prickly to be handled, he still doesn't hesitate. Or at least he only hesitates long enough to figure out which way the thorns go so he can pet along the grain, not against the grain, so he doesn't end up with his hand all stabbed and bloody. The creature seems to like this and "purrs," a noise which sounds an awful lot like a bunch of branches rattling together as in a high wind, and places both paws on his knee to reach closer to his hand and lean into the strokes.
Ven grins, watching his new friend. "You like that, do you? You got anything else you like?"
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Who would have thought he'd find a peacat here? Right down to the euphoria provoking powers of the oils on its feathers. Feels good, and leaves him smiling widely as he sits down.
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one red hoodlum } for aleifr + clint + 2 more max (new cr pls)
"If Selina's somehow behind this," he grumbles to himself, inattentive to the person who slides into the chair opposite, "we're gonna have words."
welp
He also looks distinctly unimpressed with this whole situation, and is studiously ignoring the slightly weirdly-proportioned tabby cat that's following him, more or less a normal cat but with very short legs. He's heard of munchkin cats before but never seen one in person, and at the moment he seems to be trying to keep it that way. "The words might be kind of fun, though. You'd get to vent some annoyance, at least."
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cloud strife | final fantasy 7 | ota
Coming to the NAP session wasn't exactly something he'd done on his own volition. Well, it was. But it wasn't. It seemed better, easier, more useful and less (openly) hostile to attend the event without question and without comment, and honestly? The cats, as bizarre as they seemed, were pretty good-natured.
Some of them were kind of sweet, too.
What else helped matters was the fact that he could sneak in food. So as he sits at his table with his knees pulled up to his chin- heels of his boots on the chair and chin on his knees, he's extending an arm to each cat one by one; bright eyes watching each of them take (officially sanctioned!) pieces of kibble from a bag. And eating his own, of course.
That is, until someone approaches. His eyes move from the line of cats- expression tightening, mouth moving into a frown.]
Yeah?
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[Nida moves to sit down across from Cloud, tapping his cue cards on the table as he sips at his coffee.]
You look comfortable here. You did with Eos too. You just more into animals than people? That's fair of course.
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And yet here he is, seated in an armchair that is entirely too small for him, idly scritching at the head of the orange tabby curled up in his lap, and sipping hot chocolate.
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The man is huge. He looks like he could benchpress Clark without too much trouble. Tim looks down at the top card.
"If you could star in any movie, which would it be and why?"
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