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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[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.