[Action -> Written on the 18th]

[flickerflash]

[After a conversation with Buffy, Katie's on the hunt. This week, anywhere between the 14th to the 18th, she's looking for a man with red skin who may or may not be incredibly old (by her own thoughts on the matter) but she's reliably informed he might be able to help her.

That's not gonna work out so well, mind. But such is life. On the 18th, she hunts through town as a kitten, because by this time she's getting too much attention. That, and asking fellow cats for possible directions is less attention-getting when you're a cat yourself. 8|




In the end, though, she has no luck. So loathe as she is to use her journal, she tries asking outright on the journals; written and hopefully as anonymous as possible.]

[Written]

Dear John with the red skin,

Can I have my magic back, please?


[Seems legit.]

Comments

action -- the 14th?

[all7seas]

[If that kitten takes to one of the farmyards, Jack will be there visiting Murphy. Will she recognize him? He's just there, scratching the pony's mane and feeding him carrots and peppermints.]

I know, I know, lad. It's a terrible thing to be in a slump when it comes to the ladies. Chin up. Or. Muzzle, I suppose.

14th!

[flickerflash]

[Katie arrives at the farmyards eventually, some distance away. But it's not hard to recognise the figure Jack cuts in amidst the haze of his echoes.

She approaches the long way around, hands on top of the fence and tugging herself along it like it's the world's slowest railroad. Her feet are a little sore. This searching around thing was so much easier when she could just jump places.]

Is he having lady problems?

[all7seas]

Katie! [Startled, Jack turns. Murphy, who was NOT startled, whickers a friendly -- yet sad -- hello.]

Aye, darling: the lady ponies won't have him.

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

YOU'VE LOST YOUR MAGIC!? [For real? Does that mean- No. NO!]

[Voice]

[flickerflash]

[...okay THAT WAS A LITTLE TOO SOON A JUMP, VASH. There's a long pause, because...uh.

Hm.]

It's very rude to butt into a little girl's business, you know.

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

[He's sorry, Katie, but the last time he talked to John because he lost something was for a pretty specific reason and he feels horrible he never knew.]

I, Katie, I'm so sorry.

I couldn't help myself

[concasse]

[Well, a certain, naughty cat has escaped the confines of her home, and is thus prancing around in the sunlight, enjoying what time she can grab to herself before Sanji undoubtedly tracks her down. She's covered a fair bit of ground, too, having made it all the way to outside the clothing store, ready to accost anyone who looks like they might give her some attention]

8Da You should NEVER help yourself. ...uh I mean.

[flickerflash]

[omg KITTY \8D/ -- wait, Katie recognises that cat, and she changes her path to make a beeline for Pumpkin. Not because she's going to be the responsible party here, mind. Crouching down to hold a hand out.]

Good morning.

LOL best logic >> <<

[concasse]

[Oh, someone approaching her? Excellent. Pumpkin wastes no time butting her head into Katie's hand, practically chirping out a welcoming meow. You won't tell Sanji she's on the loose, will you? >>]

[action, the 15th]

[simplestgift]

[He's got groceries, he's taking them home. But when he sees Katie, as always, he digs in a grocery bag for something for her and moves to intercept.]

[action, the 15th]

[flickerflash]

[Katie doesn't see him until after he's on his way over, but her face brightens a little. She hasn't seen him about in a while.] Archie! Hello.

[simplestgift]

Kitten! [He produces for her a handful of strawberries, holding them out.]

[Action] the 16th?

[eyesofstrength]

[If Katie happens to head out in the direction of the Battle Dome for her search, she'll happen to find a little black cat nearby who slipped away from her owner.

Of course, he's not too far behind and moves pretty fast for someone who looks perfectly human.]

[Action] o7!

[flickerflash]

[Katie spares a moment to appreciate the swiftness-- like a cat, she thinks. But what she does is drop down on her heels, holding out her fingers to the cat.]

Where do you think you're going?

[Action]

[eyesofstrength]

[Most definitely like a cat. In fact, Leonhardt has most definitely been described as having movements like a cat.

The little black cat does fall victim to the lure of possible pettings and scratches just as Leonhardt catches up. Cecilia answers with a meow and some purring.]

I think she saw something she wanted to catch.

[Written]

[ricecakes]

Dear Katie with the coveralls,

Wait your turn.

[Written]

[flickerflash]

[So mean. 8( Katie frowns up a storm at her journal before deciding to be loftily polite.]

Dear John I think,

Is there much of a line, then? I sort of need it back.

[Written]

[ricecakes]

[Hey, he thinks he's being nice.]

Dear Katie I know,

What will you give me for it?

[Action? 18th and onward, if you fancy.]

[abidinglaw]

[So the girl had lost her magic. He would like to feel happy about that, but from the sound of things it had been taken from her forcefully. A violation. And he hadn't wished that on anyone. Far better that she make the choice to abstain herself.

But Norrington made no reply to the message that she broadcast. It was not his business, and he would never have read it all had he not seen the word 'magic' alongside her name when glancing by. By then there were so few words beside that one that he'd read it all before he knew to stop. As for the chances of them meeting, well, he was not to be found around town over those four days. Perhaps if Katie happened to be Cullenward at any point. The admiral was there at the shamble-house, banging on things and hauling other things around. Occasionally swearing. They might just as easily not cross paths.]

[Action on the 18th!]

[flickerflash]

[Katie does get home in the late afternoon on the 18th, not in the best of moods. Vash is an idiot and John didn't let her have what she wanted, and travelling all the way to the beach the long way through the hated teleporter has just ramped up her sense of everything being terribly unfair.

The sound of Norrington banging about the house gives her pause. She doesn't like him very much, but curiosity wins out. Perhaps he's trying to fix something.

He might catch her peering at him from behind a door shortly thereafter.]

I now realize that the written part of the post was anonymous. /doofus

[abidinglaw]

[He does catch sight of her, and he promptly ignores her. Just now he is hauling a beam of wood onto up onto a makeshift workbench. He labors with the one beam for a moment before turning his attention to another laid out on the ground. Without looking up, he says;]

You can make yourself useful by fetching me some rope. There should be a coil of it over by the wheelbarrow.

[action]

[wise_maiden]

[18th / sometime after Vash and John's replies.

Raine is keeping an eye out for signs of Katie--if not heading right out to the beach to find her-- because the very suspicious behavior she noticed earlier in the week combined with the strange and outright blatant messages here warrants a little talk.

And maybe some bakery-snagged muffins for ammunition.

A person looking for John in order to get something back usually only means one thing, after all. If she can't find the girl--kitten or otherwise, though she may be girl, considering the message--, she'll resort to using a message, herself. For now though, she'd rather keep the attempts in person.]

[action]

[flickerflash]

[If she looks in the library, that's where Katie will be, at one of the back tables and kicking her feet in frustration. Vash got on her nerves, and John...

She's sort of slouched there with her chin in her hands and looking like she's been grounded for a month for no good reason.]

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

... Katie, why are you contacting John?

[Except. He doesn't need to ask that. Not with a question like that.]

[Voice]

[flickerflash]

[Sokka doesn't get the same upset reaction as Vash-- more of an awkward silence. She thought if she didn't sign her name this would be less obvious.]

I've never met a man with red skin before. I wanted to.