[accidental public post]

[soundofmagic]

We haven't done anything as a group for a while now, so who's up for getting together this weekend? Oh, and can we please not go to that shady drualkmdfgahlkgh;'asdf1'2qw111111111111

( Billy's sudden lack of opposable thumbs makes private posting much harder than it needs to be. )

Comments

[badnewsboy]

Your choice of words is uncharacteristically ineloquent.

[soundofmagic]

( The initial transformation is startling, and Billy spends a ridiculously adorable long amount of time belly-up, staring blankly out in awe. Did he even post anything to the network? Was his chair always this big? Why is he suddenly hungry? It's only when he rolls over and looks down on his fluffy paws that reality sets in.

Billy pushes his head into his seat cushion and lets out an audible, albeit squeaky, groan.

After another long pause, he finally manages to slap the right keys to make an audio post, prepared to rebuke Loki's sarcastic quip.

It's not me! It's another stupid island thing! I think I just turned into a cat!

Billy's fears are confirmed when his protestations come out as a series of high-frequency mews. )

Audio.

[badnewsboy]

[his voice almost squawks in reply.]

... Don't worry! I have just the thing! Cat food! Mountains and mountains of cat food!

[soundofmagic]

( Why does Loki have mountains of cat food? Is cat food even kosher? Why is Billy even considering this? He groans and buries his head under his paws. )

[acclimate]

Is this meant for us as a group? Am I welcome this time?

[soundofmagic]

( Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap )

;amlsdkfa;aadsssassssssss

( WHY IS TYPING SO HARD )

[acclimate]

It may be beneficial to speak instead.

[soundofmagic]

( Billy bumps his head against the keys. )

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[acclimate]

Ah, unfortunately Teddy is here not to translate your native tongue.

1/2

[soundofmagic]

( Oh come on Noh-Varr SERIOUSLY

Billy thinks on it for a minute, then decides the only way to convince Noh-Varr that he can't speak is to show him: he has to try and turn on his video feed. He climbs to the top of his chair and readies himself for a pounce...



... only to miss by a mile and fall into his wastebasket. )

2/2

[soundofmagic]

( Buried beneath crumpled papers, Billy starts scratching at the side of his wastebasket, crying in the hopes that someone might hear him and pick him up.

Nevermind that it all comes out as a series of frantic meows.

But the unexpected happens, and, after emitting a faint blue light, his wastebasket tips over, its contents spilling onto the floor and Billy with them. He spends a few more stunned seconds on his back before rolling onto his feet triumphantly. If nothing else, at least he still has magic!

He crawls back up to his chair, muttering a mantra of meows, and finally succeeds in turning his camera on. There, he sits staring at the screen, panting after having climbed the mountain that is his furniture and hoping Noh-Varr will finally understand. )

[acclimate]

Can you magic yourself a voice?

[tookthename]

Billy? Are you okay?

[She switches on the video feed and groans, her ears drooping]

Oh no, not you too.

[soundofmagic]

( Yes! Finally, some help! Billy begins the slow climb up to his monitor, crying for assistance all the way. Unfortunately, he doesn't share Carol's ability to speak... )

lets use the right account now

[tookthename]

[Carol's so happy she kept her human form. Thumbs and height are great things]

Hold on, Billy. I'm coming to you. Just let me track you real quick.

Are you hurt? meow once for yes, twice for no.

lmao i was wondering about that

[soundofmagic]

( Carol Danvers, you are my hero.

Billy meows twice for no, then makes a brave leap towards his chair, pushing it away and revealing the rest of his room. He's in his apartment. )

[tookthename]

[Carol's pretty sure that's Billy's apartment but she uses the tracking on her phone to get his exact location just to be safe.]

Heading over there now. Is the window open?

[swordhappy]

That was odd.

[soundofmagic]

( At least not everyone's affected, he reasons with himself. His screen switches to video with a few simple mews, revealing a very unhappy-looking kitten. )

[swordhappy]

[This is, to use a Midgardian phrase, awkward as balls.]

Er. Are you feeling well, Billy Kaplan? Beyond the obvious. Should I attempt to fetch Kate Bishop?

[...but how the hell is he going to respond.]