Houston, We Have Pounce Off. - [ Open Like An Open Thing ]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Title: Houston, We Have Pounce Off.
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums




Epiphanies have been known to both be false and sometimes, not so wonderful. However, considering what had so recently transpired, a few things had come to light.

Now, after not only a welcome dose of laughter but a few sneaky bits of white chocolate (Billy, kill him later), there are a couple of impromptu, badly written, badly spelled "signs" done in raised-relief ink scattered about.

"Prince of Pounces. Challenge me, who dares?"

And yes. The Sensorium chamber which currently holds the writer of said messages is suitably fluff-ified and otherwise turned into a chamber ideal for such a challenge.

[[OOC: I blame this on very old logs, tea, chocolate and an intrepid starship captain-times-three. ]]

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[burntlikethesun.livejournal.com]

She giggled; the licking tickled.

"It--" Rose started to attempt a description, but abruptly stopped, desperately wishing the Doctor were here to explain as he was apt to do. Blimey, this is harder than talking about time travel. "A sorta... color? Not related to how hard or soft somethin' is."

"Um..." Really, how did you explain a concept that seemed so natural? "Do you know what light is?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee? Lie-et?" Trill.

Now he's really confused. That little hint of a blush on his face doesn't hide that either. A moment later, the oddity leans in to try and sniff at the strange jacket textile. Yes, he's sniffing it, licking it a bit too. Snakish tongue and all.

"Tha-t noh be Buh-loo. It be..." Sniff. Lick. "Tha-t be...Guh-rrrrray?"

[burntlikethesun.livejournal.com]

He wasn't the only one; Rose looked a bit lost herself.

"I'll... ask the Doctor to explain." Yep, that would probably be best; she had a feeling this was way out of her depth.

She watched curiously as he sniffed and licked her jacket, a rather mad idea forming in her mind. "This may sound stupid, Renne, but how exactly do you tell if something is blue or gray?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee. It go-t s-mell ahn-d feel." Trill. "Yeu noh do tha-t?"

Squeaking, the oddity momentarily finds the zipper-pull on her jacket and very carefully nips at it. It's the kind of slow, careful movement one might expect from one whose eyes simply don't work. In his case? Optic nerves just plain aren't there.

[burntlikethesun.livejournal.com]

"Not as such, no." Rose processed that new bit of information. He wasn't human, so it really shouldn't have come as a surprise that he didn't do things in a human way.

Not knowing light, relying on taste and touch and smell so much, having an entirely different concept of colors. "You... don't see, do you?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Seeee?" Trill. Ear-twitch.

It never fails, however many times he hears that word, he never has understood it. The whole concept of sight is something completely out of his league. It's much like attempting to explain electricity to a Dark Ages monk.

[burntlikethesun.livejournal.com]

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.” Well, he seemed to be getting along just fine without sight, so who was she to judge?

Rose gestured to the room at large, getting back to her original reason for entering the Sensorium. “So, Renne, what’ve you got set up here?”

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Rrr-enne be Paown-ce Kingh! Rrrraowrrr."

Yeah, he means that, can you tell? There's a grin on his face and a mischief-filled shimmer in his useless eyes. Occasionally, thin stripes of 'hyper, bouncy happy' roll across his skin.

A moment later, the oddity straightens up, lifts his head and strikes the most ridiculous, "hero" pose he can manage. He's hamming it up to the extreme. Rowr.

[shewaslost.livejournal.com]

Rose matched his grin with one of her own; that much cuteness had to be illegal in some places.

"Renne the Pounce King, huh? Funny; the sign said that you were only a prince." Her tone was one of gentle teasing. "Where's your crown?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Rrrr-enne go-t to beat in Paown-ce fohrrrr to be Paown-ce Kingh."

That's said so completely matter-of-factly that...well, it's like a four year old knowing the absolute certainty of that monster living in his closet. In Renne's case? He simply must win the Pouncing War to become the Pouncing King!

[shewaslost.livejournal.com]

"So, how many people have you beaten in Pounce so far?"

She tilted her head, curious. "For that matter, how exactly do you play Pounce?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Rrrr-enne beat two Hew-mahns, frrrree Drrrrraow." Chirp.

And then a cheeky little grin. In answer to her second question, the Renne mock-growls, spreads his big feet out a bit and springs forward.

Pounce!

That's how.

[burntlikethesun.livejournal.com]

Two wins and three ties; that wasn't a bad record.

Rose had just enough time to notice Renne's mischievious grin before she was promptly knocked onto her arse with a rather startled laugh.

Ah; well, that explained why the room was so squishy.

"Did that count as our match? Because I was very not ready." Though, in hindsight, she should've seen that coming.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eeee, if wahn-t. Rrrraowrrrr."

Grin. Okay, so he's holding back giggles and trying to "rowr" while doing it. Offering a gentle sort of nose-bump, the little thing scampers back like a playful pup.

[burntlikethesun.livejournal.com]

Really, the outcome wouldn't be any different if they had a rematch; Rose didn't have the heart to make a real effort when his reaction to victory was so cute. "Nah. The element of surprise is always a good idea."

Though, she was curious. "How exactly do you manage a draw with this?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee, Sai-rrrrus be big Gahrrr-goy." Squeak.

As if that explains it. To him, it does, remembering the eight-foot-tall mute Gargoyle with fire-engine-red hair. What had been sniffing at one another (and Renne swinging on Syrus's tail) had turned into an impromptu "pounce off".
Renne's speed versus Syrus's sheer size. Yeah, that was a real draw.

[burntlikethesun.livejournal.com]

Okay, Rose understood maybe half of what he said. "So, um... the other guy was bigger than you?" Though, Renne looked to be smaller than the average crewmember, so she wasn't quite clear on how that made a difference.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eey-ess. BIG-big! Strrrrong, is fohrrr he Gahrrr-goy. Rrrr-enne be tie-nee."

Squeak. The ears flick forward, then back, then out to each side. With his ears perked like that -- left ear flaring to the left and right ear to the right -- he might just barely give the impression of a freakish blend of Stitch and a Papillon-breed dog.

[burntlikethesun.livejournal.com]

Rose guessed that this 'Gahrrr-goy' was some species that wasn't human (or passing for human, like a Time Lord) and much bigger. "If he's so much bigger than you, I'm impressed that it only ended up in a draw."

The motions his ears were going through reminded her of those blokes that directed traffic and she stifled a giggle.

Sweet gods, I am slow!fail!

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Hee. Rrr-enne be luck-kee."

Don't look now, Rose, but he's got a very faint flicker of mischief crossing his face. It's likely the only warning anyone gets before the oddity gently springs, fully intending to pounce the Human.

"Rrrraowrrrr."

He's two steps away from unleashing Phear The Adorableface.