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[diastereomer]

[ Whether Yusuf was quite so protective of Rhada before this dream coming to The City, is debatable. Rhada is quite the intelligent feline, and it doesn't take much more than one trip around the hot, arid streets of Mombasa to find that hand-outs are not common. This might very well be where Yusuf's stray problem stems from.

The point stands: topside, Rhada is smart enough to know not to stray from the Pharmacy's old window ledges and familiar splotches of sunlight. Here, however...

Here, nothing is as it should be. People change with the date and curses hit like 24-hour bugs that the citizens can't sweat out. Whether Yusuf is more afraid of the curses (and how they make people think crazy thoughts, want to do crazy things) or someone finding a well behaved tabby ("stray" is a word that no longer applies to Rhada in Yusuf's mind) and keeping her, is also debatable-- a debate that Yusuf doesn't much want to have, but still.

Which is why the sight of the slightly ajar front door-- just enough for a little fat cat to squeeze through-- has Yusuf's stomach dropping to his toes. ]

No. No-- no! No!

[ Cats and curiosity have a rather volatile history between them, and the temptation of a door left slightly open is invitation enough. Never let it be said that pets don't emulate their owners.  ]

No! No, this is not good!

[ Neither is running out of the flat to find Rhada without first turning the stove off but, well, it slipped his mind. ]



[ ooc: Yusuf is out looking for his cat while Arthur & Eames' apartment is filling with smoke. Someone on floor 9 of building 11 should call the fire department! Someone should call Yusuf! Someone should also get a fainting couch because Yusuf is going to need it when he finds out what he's just done... ]

Comments

[signatures]

What?

What, Yusuf? Hello?

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Eames! The front door was left open!

[signatures]

What?

No, it wasn't. I closed it myself. [ Or did he... Hm. ]

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Unless evolution has suddenly seen fit to grant Rhada opposable thumbs, not to mention two added feet of height, someone left the door open.

[ Yusuf has never had the incentive to learn to control his emotions; his worry bleeds right through his voice and carries across the device, clear as anything. ]

[signatures]

Well, don't blame me.

[ Eames lets out a small huff. There's a reason he's not supposed to be out of the complex, but he can't exactly pinpoint it now, perhaps just the nagging feeling is from leaving the door open - and consequent guilt. ]

It's not as though she can use the elevator, either. She must still be on the floor.

[totallyinaband]

Everything alright, man?

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

No! Not at all! [ You don't need to see him to tell that he's frantic right about now. ] Rhada, my cat, snuck out of the apartment. She is not in the hallway or in the elevators.

[totallyinaband]

Hey, it's alright dude. She'll probably come back.

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

She has no idea what The City is like; how will she find her way back if she has wandered away from the building?

[totallyinaband]

They usually have a pretty good sense of direction, man. I'm sure she'll find her way back. I let Little Neil and Gideon out most nights and they're both fine getting back.

[boutant]

What's not good?

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Someone left the door to the flat open and Rhada is nowhere to be found.

[boutant]

What?! [ nooo kitty ]

Where have you looked?

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ Today is the saddest day :( ]

I noticed the door was open and ran out into the hall to look for her. She is not in the hall, either of the elevators, or down here in the lobby.

[boutant]

Could she have gotten into the stairwell?

[ As long as she's not out in the city or out on the roof... ]

[ audio ]

[dropkick]

What's not good?

[ audio ]

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

I did not realize the front door was left open, and I have no idea where Rhada is.

[ audio ]

[dropkick]

She's a cat. They can take care of themselves.

[ ...can't...they....his voice isn't entirely sure of itself, really... ]

[ audio ]

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ Yusuf doesn't have the time to explain how emotions work right now, Arthur! ]

Precisely; a cat that primarily lives indoors off of my doting hand.

[ audio ]

[dropkick]

[ GOSH YUSUF, GOSH. ]

You tried luring her back with....fish...or something?

[ THEORY: platter of fish in front of apartment building will draw All the Cats....including Rhada????

. . .trial and error okay...]

Sorry! I thought it was video, my bad!

[synanthrope]

Not good things happen all the time, here.

never a problem!!

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

I more than understand that, but this is a step too far!

[ Yusuf's priorities, let us show you them... ]

[synanthrope]

Who is Rhada?

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Rhada is my cat.

[ But the way he says it sounds more like the way a protective mother would say my baby. ]

[synanthrope]

Is she missing?