Good Samaritan [Open]

[Vianne]

Boots strike against pavement, and the young woman strolls happily along. Vianne had recently bought herself a new gray, blue, and orange sweater and a bright green striped scarf. Neither compliments the other, but she wears them both anyway. So long as they keep her warm, she will wear whatever strikes her fancy, such as the accompanying frumpy brown jacket on her back. Vi has never been good at matching her clothes, but at least her hair had actually seen the brush today.

A hand totes her sticker-plastered violin case faithfully along. After playing by the waterfront a few hours, she had finally packed up and decided to head home. It's a pretty day despite the chilly breeze, so she had decided to walk earlier instead of taking her bike. She'll have to walk right on back... Perhaps a short detour through the little waterfront park is in order. Vi likes the grass and the trees, even if they are surrounded by tall grayscale buildings.

Perfectly content, she thinks about making hotdogs tonight for dinner. Yeah, that sounds good, provided she doesn't forget and leave them boiling too long. Again.

Lost in thought, she almost misses that pitiful mewing noise. Feet pause and she glances around. Bench? No. Bush? No… Tree? There it is, that sound again! Well, it's coming from that direction… Curious, Vianne turns to head towards the tree. Off the sidewalk, she walks on over and peers upwards. A twitching gray tail dangles from a branch above. She stands there, looking up for a moment. An old scruffy cat perches precariously above. The poor thing looks pathetic, scrappy, and all sorts of bent out of shape. Tortoiseshell gray patches of fur stand on end. It half meows, half growls, and glares.

"Here, kitty, kitty." She clucks sympathetically, "You stuck?" It looks at her and pins its ears. Staring up, the girl goes to biting her lip as her brows furrow. What to do? Poor thing! The fluffy critter just glares and twitches its tail. How to get him down? Blue eyes notice a branch below the cat that could possibly get her up there and close enough to grab him. It looks like it could be within reach, and the cat isn't far at all from there. Vianne could rescue him! She's not scared of heights, and the girl has climbed many a tree while growing up in the southern backwoods. For the moment, she doesn't care that she's standing here, thinking of scaling a tree in public. There are hardly any people around, and there's a frightened cat in trouble! Vianne has to do something.

She props her violin case up against the tree trunk, "Don't worry. I'll get ya down." Her chin tilts upwards and she smiles. The ugly cat humps up and glares with its beady yellow eyes. Poor dear, he must be frightened! How long has it been since he's had food and water? He looks absolutely pitiful, poor scraggly thing.

A hand reaches up to gauge the distance between her head and the thick branch that could take her towards the cat's second branch. It's just beyond her fingertips. Durn. What if she jumps? She hops, but her palm merely grazes it, and it's too thick of a limb to grab without a leg-up. Huh...

She keeps stretching, and jumps again. Hands grab, but the limb is too wide. She needs a few more inches to get both hands over enough so she could try heaving herself on up with a jump. Still, it's just a little too far for any of that. The girl needs height and leverage. Maybe she could try wrestling a bench over, if that's even possible, but those things look horribly heavy. Heck, they are probably bolted down. It's either that, a leg up, or a call to somebody with a ladder. What else? Naturally, stretching and reaching for all she's worth seems like the best idea at the moment. "Errrr..." Don't give up just yet. Hang on kitty, I'll save you! The wolf jumps a third time, and lands with a disappointed huff. Durn, she's too short.

Nope, this is getting her nowhere. Putting her hands on her hips, the redhead sighs, "Huh," and looks up, "I'll figure something out. You just hang tight hun," she drawls.

The treed cat hisses and growls back at the wolf.

[Aelevi Spencer]

"Looks like you don't know how to handle a little pussy," she drawled.

The breeze lifting from the water wafted through her frail blonde hair, blowing wisps over her sticky glossed lips. She lifted a tentative hand to pull the strands away from her lips then cocked her head upwards to look from the cat to the girl standing beneath it. It was a ridiculously bright day outside, the sun perfectly shining in the beautifully blue sky—ugh, did not bode well for the girl with the hangover. Her silver eyes were concealed behind reflective aviators and she had her hand wrapped around a thermos filled with hot espresso.

She sipped at the coffee, taking a couple steps around Vianne, casually looking her over and inspecting every sensual curve of Vianne's backside. The other girl none the wiser due to the mirror like shades on Ae's face, she could be a creep without Vi even knowing.

"Just leave it alone," she went on to say.

The cat was hissing and spitting with ears pinned backwards and yet this dumb chick was still attempting to swing up into the tree to save it. Even though the cat would sooner scratch the girl's face off than let her hold it.

"What are you going to do when you get up there? You have to stroke a pussy before it purrs for you, and this one looks like it wouldn't give you the chance."

Aelevi lowered the sunglasses down on her nose, showing a flash of her narrowed silver gaze. She pushed the glasses back to hide her vision, and she continued to sip her coffee. She swayed back and forth in her heeled boots, pale knees knocking together from the cold, but she was content just standing and watching the girl. She wondered how the girl would react and was eager to see how high Vi was willing to jump.

[Vianne]

A head turned to look curiously at the speaker. With her thin hair and dark glasses, the woman didn't recognize her from anywhere. Okay then, would she help her rescue the darn thing or not? Brows scrunched and the girl was left trying to make sense of such an odd statement. Not good with cats? That's silly; Vianne was an animal lover! …But not so good at picking up on the subtleties.

She frowned at her advice. The redhead wasn't so inclined to agree. How could she leave the sorry critter stuck up there? Sure, he sounded horrible, but come on… Who wouldn't be putting up a fuss?

The wolf shrugged and met those strangely light eyes of hers for a brief instant. Vi hadn't really had a plan, other than manhandling the cantankerous cat and stuffing it in her jacket while she climbed down. Oh wait, what if the hissing thing scratched her chest to bits? Darn, Vianne would like to keep what little she had. So now what?

Was this woman giving her a challenge? Hands returned to her hips and she looked up into the tree, "I bet he would too. He's just scared." What did this lady know about cats anyway? She sure had a funny way of wording things. Nothing more than an odd word choice, and all else went over her head. So call her slow... Waaait...

Blinking, she cleared her throat, "...Some food would get him down. He's gotta be hungry." Vianne didn't have any, but this chick carried a thermos. What else did she have to offer?

Eyes looked pointedly at the mug in the other woman's hand, hoping for who knew what. Soup or something. Or maybe crackers. Or a magical can of cat food she had tucked in a back pocket, like tobacco.

Feed it things, that would make it purr. "Heeey," eyes went from mug to shades, "You got any? That'd make him come to me." She smugly grinned like she had gone and solved the world's most difficult math problem. See there, if the lady carried food to go along with that thermos, Vi was all set! ...Provided that she could even get up there. Or did she assume too much?

Heck no, she wasn't about to give up. The crazy hairball was still hissing and spitting and hunkered up on his branch. See, look at how sad and scared he was. Most everything got cranky when hungry.

[Aelevi Spencer]

Aelevi reached one hand under her dress and tugged her underwear out of her ass crack. Subtle. She tugged the hem of her black dress down, feeling the thin straps tighten with restraint. The strange girl looked like she had partied from dusk 'til dawn and was kicked from the club the moment the sun rose. Aelevi had lost her stockings so her pale skin prickled with goose bumps in the cold breeze. She had on a medium length wine pea coat keeping her torso warm, the hem of her dress visible at her thighs, had it been any shorter it would look like she wasn't wearing anything. But since she just picked her wedgie in public, it could be assumed she gave zero fucks about how she looked.

The shifter glanced up at the ginger at the mention of food. When the girl had turned to visibly feast upon her form, her heart skipped a beat. Aelevi wasn't afraid of cats, but she didn't like them either. And for a split moment she thought the other girl was offering Ae up as a sacrifice. Her nose scrunched in disgust and she defensively lifted her thermos higher as if an attempt to protect herself with it.

"This is just coffee, kid." She grumbled. "I'm not carrying any food, and food doesn't make pussies come," she paused, "Well, maybe if it was like a banana, or cucumber," youknow, phallic shaped things. Although the innuendos had gone over Vianne's head, she couldn't help but crack more jokes.

"I'd like to see you jump up there, I bet if you got up on the same branch the cat would just jump down on it's own," she said. Her chin lifted and she looked back up at the cat, it was still growling inward, like a rumbling cat engine fueled with hatred.

She raised the thermos to her lips and guzzled the remaining coffee, juuust in case the other girl got any more bright ideas.

[Titania]

A rare and elusive Titania was situated in it's natural environment...only to be woken up by intruders.

Some time in the previous night she'd ended up wandering from her park, ending up somewhere she'd never been before, and had gotten in trouble for kicking the headlight out of a car that had nearly run her flat. By the time she'd found a tree to fall asleep under, she'd been tired- and so, didn't exactly appreciate being woken up.

What would look like a giant pile of leaves shuffled slightly as it woke up, while Aelevi finished talking. The satyr sniffed at the air as her cocoon started to fall apart, leaves and weeds wilting and drifting away slowly. She couldn't care less about the werewolf and cat at the moment- not when she smelled coffee.

When the shifter started to drink it, taking the lid off so that the scent was even stronger, Titania broke out of her hiding place so she could clumsily run at the location of the smell, throwing herself at Aelevi and making grabby hands for the thermos even if it was going to burn her little furry hands. " MINE! MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE!"

Just to make sure the intruders all pissed off, she got the coffee and her tree returned to her, she started yelling at the top of her lungs. And for good measure, suddenly dropped her guise, revealing hooves and horns and everything else.

[Vianne]

Eyes saw the woman picking her drawers out of her butt crack, and Vianne can't help but make an oddly amused face before looking away. Heh, some people? Well, honestly, the wolf would have probably done the same, albeit more discreetly. There was no reason on earth to walk around uncomfortable. How many times had the ginger girl up and picked her nose while hiding behind a newspaper? Guilty as charged, so she pretended not to notice.

Fine, fine, coffee would definitely be no good. Deterred, she pouted and glancing up at the stuck critter while the other woman rambled. Eyes shot on back as she mentioned even weirder things. What was she going on about? Cats did't eat bananas or cucumbers they- Then the slow lady finally gets it. Oh dear god above... Was she really alluding to-

Cheeks tinge red and Vianne consciously avoided looking in her direction. She slowly stuck her hands in the front pockets of her jacket. Awkward, yup. Oh, look at the pretty bark on this tree, right above her violin case. Supurb. Um, nice wood, er, tree bark. Was that a woodpecker hole? Oh, indeed, it most certainly was. Uhhh, yeah. Oh, wait, the cat was still up there. The ornery thing was more interesting to look at than the tree. Air hissed out of her mouth. Shoooo-whee... Oh, lawsy be.

Swallowed, and cleared her throat while willing her pink face to turn pale again beneath those freckles. Jumping that high was easier said than done, and the wolf lacked the few inches it would take. "Uh, um yeah..." Maybe if she ignored her earlier comment, the awkward woman could forget it. Eventually. "I cain't reach it though," and coughed. Not alone anyway, and now Vi wasn't so keen on asking Aelevi to give her a boost. Nope... But that pitiful cat was growling away up there. How far to go to rescue a cat in distress?

Could she up and try scaling the trunk like a monkey? If she took of her shoes and pretended she was six years old again... "Well, maybe I could try? ...If you think he'd come down that easy? He can't stay up there forever, but I dunno if he can get down on his own, ya know?" Vianne didn't know, but the woman had a point. It's a scraggly, grumpy mess. The wolf was willing to try anything to keep from asking for help now (ahem, awkward), since she felt obligated to help the old cat anyway. One way or another. A hand touched bark, and she glanced up, contemplating with pursed lips and drawn brows. It's awful high to jump and cling and swing.

She didn't have the time to give it a go, however, since some thing went whizzing past. Vianne starts, shuffling and leaning away. As it hopped at the woman, Vianne gave the thing her best 'what the hell?!' face. Seriously though. What in the living-

It's more loud and obnoxious than Vianne on a sugar high. Good lord, were those hooves?! Horns?! "-The hay're you?!" She growled out, but her voice rose in pitch. Lips hiked up at a corner to reveal teeth at an angle. Her nose wrinkled and brows scrunched close. The werewolf didn't make a move to help poor Aelevi, and instead just stared at the yelling thing. Wut da hay wit dis? Was the other chick seeing the same thing she was, or had Vi finally lost her marbles?