[There is a very confused-looking blue-grey cat staring into the camera. It's quiet a few moments, before it talks.]

I don't know what I am! It's some kind of animal but it's not one I know! What is this strange thi -

[omg tail. Ryu bats at it for a few moments before speaking again.]

Um. Y-yeah. I don't know what I am!

[His ears flatten against his head, and he droops a bit.]

I still want fish though...

[He bats at the screen for a few moments until he manages to turn the video off.]

Where: The rooftops of New Moore.
When: After dark, any night during the event.
Who: Tim Drake, Kate Bishop, possibly anyone else who'd be up there.

The cowl was out of the question, and when he'd tried to move with the cape on he'd spent nearly a minute chasing it.  All right, those were out of the question.  So the Red Robin bodysuit and the Robin domino -- that was better.  Then it was time for some fun.

Work.  It was time for work.

If he navigated correctly, Tim found that he could make it most of the way across town without using the grapple gun at all.  It took longer, but so did the need to strut along the edge of every building rather than merely running across the center of the roof.  He didn't make many collars -- yelling at criminals before he fought them made them much more likely to run away, but he was still deterring crime... and, honestly, enjoying himself more than he had in months.

At the risk of being completely repetitive...

[ guess who doesn't sound too happy? and once the video turns on to Natasha, you can probably see why. sitting perched on top of her head are two black cat ears, twitching slightly at each sound. also, you might catch a hint of a waving tail behind her, flicking in and out of the video.

she's wearing a scowl. ]

You have got to be kidding. How long is this supposed to last?

Who: Wally West + You
What: Someone's been given cat ears, a tail, sharper teeth, and some feline instincts. Add this to super speed, and what do you have? Trouble.
Where: Anywhere around New Moore.
When: All through duration of the event.
Warning: None to be had; will update if necessary.
Note: Starters will be in the comments.

Who: Yukari and various people.
What: One of the primary cat activities.
Where: Anywhere in New Moore where there's good patches of sunlight to be found.
When: Duration of event.
Warnings: Nothing comes to mind.

There are many aspects of felinity, and each Fictional got a different cross-section of the package. Some became cats entirely, some had smaller changes. Then there were some who were affected in ways that weren't at all apparent by looking, like Yukari.

What Yukari got from the strange cat-related incident was instincts. Possibly a slight tendency to pounce on small moving objects, but most prominent was the superhuman ability all cats possess to nap.

In short, as she explored her new home city, she was taking a lot of breaks. Anywhere where an invitingly warm ray of sunlight and the barest modicum of comfort can be found, the possibility exists of stumbling upon Yukari, fast asleep, curled up comfortably until the sun has the audacity to move.

It's a bit of an odd scene, but there's probably much odder things happening in New Moore these days.

Who: Sarah and anyone else!
What: Trying to do errands and not be too much of a cat.
When: Today 7/28
Where: Around New Moore

Having cat ears and a tail did cause quite a stir with Sarah. At first she thought she was high off of something, drunk or a combination of both. After the initial shock, touching her tail and ears and eating 2 cans of tuna later, she came to accept the situation. It could've been worse. At least she wasn't a full on cat like Bowtie and able to help him out. Though...she was doing more than helping, her instincts were telling her the adorable kitten was her own, making her want to do more than give him a place to stay and food. She was out getting a few things to make her home more...homely.

Such as two more pillows, better brushes to comb hair and fur, cat treats and of course no shopping trip would be complete without tuna. She wanted to stock up on more in case the store ran out. Now she could get from the store back to her home without any distractions....right?

[Rogue's phone accidentally turns on showing her outside in the bright sun on the shores of the beach. There is an umbrella offering some shade. There are brown ears with white tips on her head and a brown tail draped over her legs. She's wearing a tank top and wrap around her legs to hide the bathing suit shorts she has on.

Her instincts had been nagging/yelling at her to go get some sun light and found the beach has got to be THE best place to take a nap.

Suddenly there's the faint sound of beeping, like an alarm clock going off that stirs Rogue awake. Her left ear starts to twitch before she looks at her phone with a sleepy gaze.]

Five more minutes...[She reaches over to hit the snooze feature and turn the video function off.]

Um, h-hey, I was wondering... has anybody bought a refridgerator or an air conditioner or anything like that lately? I need a really big cardboard box and I don't know where to find one. It's a lot more important than it sounds but I can't explain why... I mean, I--it's a secret. Or, I guess... I'm working on... a project... b-because...

I'm sorry but if anybody knows where I can get a box for free please just let me know and don't ask questions, okay? Sorry...

Good job, Crona! Now NOBODY will think you're weird and creepy! Gupipi!

Sh-shut up!

The butterfly drinks nectar from the flower, and the flower spreads its pollen by giving nectar to the butterfly. And should the flower be plucked for the beauty of its bloom, would the butterfly mourn it?

After all, there are flowerbeds all over the world. If there's anything of the world beyond our island, that is.

That's a possibility isn't it? That there is no world to be "released" to. So much talk to reeducate us, to recreate us to fit this new society and yet no answers. It's frightning to some people, isn't it? That there might not be a real world beyond this island for us to join. That there may be nothing beyond that barrier. I'm not sure I could understand that fear, as I make quite a bit of money on the uncertainty of you flowers.

It's amazing how many clients still ask me for these answers.