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 Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 11:56 am
Quote: Who knew fruit cake could be so good? A local bakery claims to have perfected their recipe and is giving away free samples. The good news? It’s delicious. The bad news? A few hours after ingestion, something strange kicks in. Suddenly, everything seems so colorful and bright. The music sounds so much better, everything tastes so much better—and then, it stops, and everything is an awful blend of everything. Lights are too bright, smells and tastes are overwhelming, music sounds like noise. You’re sick enough to throw up everything in your stomach—which is good, because within a few hours of that you finally start to feel normal again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 11:59 am
Something important was happening and that something was food.
"THERE IS CAKE HERE," Wendell declared, to absolutely no one, or maybe whoever it was that was near him - which was only, as it turned out, a redheaded man standing a few feet away. Really, he should probably be more discrete about things, but, well. Wendell was Wendell.
Maybe he hadn't been overheard. He reared up and put both paws on the window to the bakery, squinting in with his good eye, Wendell's tail flicking behind him.
"Cake."
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 1:11 pm
Hurst had made it an obvious point, unlike Sergei (who was apparently somewhat whipped by his Outlander loving friend, in his opinion) to avoid anything having to do with that magical business. It screamed too much like his time in the Navy, but worse. He didn't want anything to do with it, but of course it wanted something to do with him. Case in point being a talking cat in his path. He wished he could say he was surprised, but he wasn't. Between the random hostile creatures, the people skulking about in various outlandish attires, oh, and his own magically appearing pastel attire that looked best suited for a lead role in the Nutcracker Prince Ballet---yes. He wasn't surprised. It was also with an internal sigh that, curiosity killed the cat, and he made those few extra steps in the snow to close the distance between himself and the feline. Hurst's image appeared in the glass window behind Wendell, his hands tucked into his coat pockets as he peered down at the cat with a brow cocked. "But the question is: are you allowed to have some?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 7:46 pm
Wendell was still staring meaningfully through the bakery's front window, stretched all the way up onto his toes. He was a long, sleek cat, with substantial size to him, but the window was up higher than usual, and he had to practically crawl up onto the sill to see through it, nose pressed to the glass.
But he could smell it, and that totally made a difference.
As did the sound of someone speaking behind him - the redhead, it seemed, strangely unaffected by his speaking, which could have possibly been a bad thing, but Wendell preferred to think of it as the best thing ever because it meant a friend.
He turned to give the other a wide eyed, sparkling look.
"Everyone should be allowed to have cake," Wendell said brightly. "Cake is literally the best thing ever. Don't you like cake?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 10:07 pm
And the cat was very sentient. Hurst noted the little accessories it wore and the star on---his?---forehead. This, well, he, certainly had to be linked to all that magical business. It was the only explanation that made sense. "I think the diabetics would disagree with you, and many pet owners as well." Hurst replied. "Oh, I like cake as much as the next person...but that---" He tilted his head in the direction of the cake Wendell had been worshiping. "That's fruit cake, and it's notorious for being deadly."
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 8:07 pm
Wendell swiveled his head around to stare at the man.
"What's a diabetic?" he asked, in a low, serious voice. "Are they like the mutineers? Is there going to be a riot? Should I prepare for battle if they come to disagree with me? I'm quite certain I would rather not, especially because there are people around, but there is cake and everyone should eat cake."
He was still staring at the other.
"What do you mean deadly?" Wendell's voice dropped, a note of aghast horror in his tone. "Do you mean...poison?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2017 9:48 am
Fascinating. It was interesting to gauge this creature's level of intelligence, and it hadn't occurred to Hurst to wonder about it until now. "It's a person who has diabetes, which is a disease where the body can't properly regulate sugar, so it harms them...in short, sweets are not their friends." His small smile couldn't help but widen at the childlike curiosity from the creature. This was the kind of situation where he could have too much fun. "I do, sadly." He told the cat with the utmost seriousness. "The reputation fruitcake has is no joke. Countless cases of food poisoning every year, and yet people continue to eat it." He mused. "You're better off forgetting about this cake."
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2017 7:51 am
Wendell was looking horrified.
"That sounds terrible," he said, aghast. "They can't have sweets? But sweet things and cake and pie are an essential part of every diet, it's very important to eat well, and that's why sweets are very important and I don't know why you shouldn't be able to eat this cake of fruits!"
He was very distressed about this. Wendell sat down to contemplate it for a moment longer.
"But I haven't had any issues with it PERHAPS I AM IMMUNE."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2017 4:11 pm
"Well it's not that they can't...just that they shouldn't, and if they do, and it's allowed, they have sweets in very moderate doses." Oh, so this creature thought cake and pie were essential parts of the diet? Adorable. "Actually, that's fruit and vegetables, and overall a more balanced diet that includes a variety of things. Not entirely sweets." Hm. Immune to fruit cake? He supposed it could be possible that this creature had a different system than humans. "I suppose that's possible." Hurst conceded. "You aren't human." He trailed off for a moment. "What are you, exactly? Do you have a name, too?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2018 7:57 pm
Wendell was very saddened to hear that things like fruit and vegetables were what people were supposed to eat. It was like having your favorite thing taken away from you and handed a plastic bag instead, his head drooping a little.
He did perk up, however, at the question, beaming up at the man.
"My name is Wendell!" he said proudly. "I'm a cat, of course, what a silly question. What's your name, fair sir? Are you a sweets eater or are you a vegetable person?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2018 1:16 pm
A cat his a**. "A pleasure to meet you, I think, Wendell. I'm Hurst." He chuckled at the question. "A bit of both, in all honesty." What else was he supposed to say to this 'cat', he wondered. He was rather curious about him, but that meant sticking his nose into the magical business which he was firmly staying out of. "It's cold out here, Wendell, shouldn't you be at home?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 7:31 am
Wendell offered up a paw for the man - Hurst - to shake, because that was polite, and he'd seen humans shake hands enough to know what it was meant for. He didn't have hands (yet) but he had paws enough to go around, so that worked just fine.
"Home! No, I am adventuring," Wendell declared. "I am taking my time to do explore so that I may bring home treasures! Have you got any treasures, fair sir? Or any idea of where treasures might be?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 4:14 pm
Hurst stared at the paw. Oh this was something else. While he had no qualms about being rude, usually, to anyone of any shape or gender...he just couldn't find it in himself to brush off the cat. He was getting soft in his old age. The man leaned over to get closer to the extended paw, and took it between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a once firm shake. He let go, and tucked his hands into his pockets. Well. He just shook hands (paws?) with a sentient talking cat. Wonders never cease. "Ah. Indeed I do...but of course treasure is entirely dependent on your view of it, right? What kind of... treasures do you collect? If I know, I might be able to point you in the right direction." Did he have an owner? Did people actually own this thing? Was there more of them?
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2018 5:49 pm
He was very pleased by the pawshake. Very pleased.
Wendell beamed. "I collect all sorts of treasure, good sir, from the new to the old to the old to the new! Anything and everything is a treasure! Like cakes and shiny things and cakes and more shiny things and of course - " He lowered his voice conspiratorially.
"Buried treasure."
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2018 6:07 pm
The cat was also a pirate apparently, and not just in dress... Speaking of, it really left one to wonder who made those little clothes for the cat. "Buried treasure, hm?" Hurst glanced around, glad that no one else was in sight, but who knew how long that would last for. It'd probably be best for the cat to stop salivating after from fruit cake like this out in the open. "Say, Wendell~" Hurst started conversationally. "Let's go find some buried treasure, hm?"
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