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Debrief 005 | [Action] | Spock and Phil's Excellent Adventure | Backadated to the 2nd

[Well, that had been an eventful time. Phil isn't quite sure he likes the Malnosso so much. Not that he had any real affection for them before this adventure.
Shaking his head he sits up and looks around. Everything is huge and unfamiliar. He blinks, looking around curiously. So, he's inside someone's room, but not one he is familiar with. Well, that leaves a lot of possibilities.

He gets up onto all fours, and start to walk, searching for something familiar. It is a moment before that fact fully registers. When Phil does realize he's walking on all fours he pauses before looking down.
Black paws greet him and he wants to be surprised, but in remembering what happened, he isn't. Phil cranes his head and catches sight of a long black tail twitching. So, he's a cat.
He has to see this for himself. A quick search turns up a mirror up on a wall above a dresser, which he reaches with effortless jumping. Once able to see himself his ears go back and his tail switches.]

A kitten?

[He had been expecting the cat part, but taking in the dainty, slightly unfinished features and small stature Phil realizes he is, in fact, a young cat not a fully grown cat.

His coat is a solid black, short-haired and sleek. Gold-green eyes peer at the mirror cat curiously. A flutter from over his shoulder attracts Phils attention then. It appears his wings are still there. The movement of his wings seems to have moved something... A small tag tied around his neck with thin string falls in to the front. It seems unadorned, but he bats at it for a moment, intrigued by its movement before realizing what he was doing. His playing revealed writing on one side, but it had come to rest text side down again. Phil gives a small huff before looking at himself in the mirror again.]

I look like Salem with wings...

[And isn't that just a lovely thought? But first things first he needs to get back to his agents. Now where is the owner of this room. Phil is thinking on that when he spots the figure on the bed behind him. Whoops, hadn't seen them before...

They appear to be sleeping. How to get their attention... Well, maybe he'll just call out. Hopefully, whoever they are, they aren't a heavy sleeper. ...And hopefully their first instinct isn't to attack either.]

Excuse me?

[Spock blinks awake at the sound...

It seems he can see again, that is most satisfactory. Spock looks around for the source of the sound... and his eyes land on a black kitten...

... His head tilts in curiosity... He had recognized that voice. The Vulcan lifts himself from the bed and approaches the tiny cat.]

May I help you?

[Oh good. At least the other man had woken up pretty much right away. Made things simpler-wait. That was a familiar voice and face. Phil rack his memory for a moment before recalling the name.]

Ah, yes. Mr. Spock, right? I'm... Well, I am Phil Coulson. We talked over the journals a bit.

[Phil's tail curls around his paws.]

I've just returned from ...enjoying the company of the Malnosso. They turned me into ...this. I would like to get home, but I have no idea where I am, nor can I leave this room.

[Because the door is shut. And he's a cat. With paws and no thumbs. Doors? Doors are kinda beyond him at the moment.]

Would you help me?

[Spock listens intently... ] Of course I will assist you Mister Coulson.. [Spock's eyes are drawn to the collar around the kitten's... Phil's neck. And since Spock is rather fond of cats, he simply reaches out to examine the tag....and turns it around.

There is an address.] If this is where you live, I will take you there. [Spock goes to his closet to start gathering his winter gear...]

[Spock's almost immediate agreement to help Phil is a relief. His tail uncurls from around his paws and lays flat, the very tip twitching around.]

Thank you.

[Of course, Spock reaching for the tag surprises Phil slightly, and his ears twitch backwards before returning to a relaxed state. He let's the other man examine the tag, mildly distracted by Spock's fingers. It feels nice where they brush against the fur on his neck.

...Being a cat is weird, Phil decides, shaking that mildly disquieting thought from his head.]

If it's Community House 5, floor 5, then yes it should be my address.

[He watches curiously as Spock starts to gather his winter clothing. The movement of the clothing is distracting... He crouches down, watch the movement carefully, tail swishing in interest.]

[Spock finishes by innocently tying his boots....]

[The movement of the laces is the most distracting. Before Phil can think about it (rationally) he's off the dresser and attacking Spock's boots. Of course he realizes what he's doing pretty much right away and immediately backs off, ear's flicking sideways, tail lashing.]

...Sorry...

[It appears there were more downsides to being a cat than being small and unable to open doors. Wonderful.]

[Spock gives Phil a subtle look of amusement and scoops up the little kitten in his gloved hands and into the cradle of his arms... and out the door.

Spock did say he was fond of cats...]

[Phil is startled by Spock's picking him up. He wasn't sure what he was expecting Spock to do, maybe just open the door an accompany him, but being carried wasn't on the list. It probably should have been though, all factors considered. However, once the initial surprise has worn off, Phil settles into the hold, looking around curiously from his new vantage point.]

[Action in the Village]

[Departing from House 2, the duo trek on towards Community House 5. It is quite the long walk, but at least it's not snowing, though the weather is gray and overcast. The shortest route takes them by the plaza and past Good Spirits, Seventh Heaven, the Clinic, the Item Shop, the Welcome center, and by the side of Community House 4. If your character is out and about this rather gloomy morning, you may see the curious sight of Spock holding a small black kitten. Might as well ask what's going on, or maybe you just want to pet the kitten. It is rather cute after all.

Later still

After walking through the village, Spock and Phil finally arrive at Community House Five. Residents of floor five, are you ready for Coulson's return in the arms of Spock? Though not in a form any will recognize...]

((ooc: TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR THE AWARD-WINNING SOAP OPERA 'FLOOR FIVE AND IT'S RESIDENTS'!! Sorry I had to.

Anyways, Coulson has returned from his mallynap. As a small black kitten. Yup. He'll remain so for about a week and a half. So enjoy the kitten SHIELD agent while you can.

Oh and, if residents of House two want to get in on the action, feel free to run into Spock and Phil before they leave the house.))

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[The luggage wasn't unpacked yet, left in a pile near the door of Clint's apartment. They had spent the previous day at the hot springs, recovering from the aches and pains of their hiking trip, and had only just returned.

The trip had had its intended effect though, leaving the two of them exhausted and aching and unable to think of much beyond the cups of coffee that they were holding, curled up together on the couch.]

[Spock, kitten Coulson in his arms, arrives at Phil's apartment...

... and knocks on the door.
While he waits, he absently scratches the kitten under the chin....]

[That's not a tread she recognizes, so Natasha is straightening out of instinctual habit a moment before the quiet knock on the door. Her gaze flicks sideways to Clint, an eyebrow arched in silent inquiry if he was expecting anyone so soon after their return.]

[Phil started to speak up and say that Spock could just go right in after the man knocked on the door, but the scratches under his chin were highly distracting.

Instead he purrs, enjoying the touch and his eyes slide half-closed.

There is something he should.... something he.... something...]

[He starts when he hears the knock, glancing over at Natasha and shrugging, because he sure as hell doesn't know who it is.

After a moment though, he pushes himself to his feet and heads over to the door, opening it a crack, knowing Natasha will have his back.]

Hi?

[Spock bows his head politely...]

Greetings. I am Spock.

I am here because I was escorting Mister Coulson to his place of residence... who has returned from a recent kidnapping. [Spock scoops the kitten out from his arm and holds him in his hands for Clint to see...]

He appeared in my room in this form... Once again the Malnosso have proven their tendency to render high inconvenience on those who reside in Luceti....

Coulson?

[Natasha's ears catch the name uttered in the unfamiliar voice and she's instantly at Clint's back, her head peeking over his shoulders and widening the faintest bit at the sight of who is across the threshold.

She's not sure which is more shocking, the fact that there's a Vulcan outside their door, or that he's holding a kitten he claims is their handler.

She feels a little silly about stating the obvious, but...]

That's... a cat.

[From the crook of Spock's arms to being held in mid air was a rather startling transition. Phil's ears flick back and his tail raises up between his legs as he is held in Spocks grip.

Oh, look. It's his agents.

...Wow, this is even more embarrassing than being sick.]

He's not lying. I really don't think I like the Malnosso.

[Phil hisses slightly, thinking back to the Malnosso.]

[Clint just stared at Spock for a moment, and once again, Luceti proved that there was always room for his life to become more surreal. He glanced down at the cat. It was a very neat cat, to be fair. And then it spoke and that was probably what Coulson would sound like if he were a cat.

He glanced over at Natasha.]

I think they put something in the water at the hot springs. I am so not sending them a fruit basket of gratitude.

[Spock tilts his head in slight confusion....

...They do not believe him?]

You believe this to be a drug induced illusion? I can assure you then, that such in not the case in this scenario. [Spock once again secures the tiny kitten in his arms...

He was not inclined to leave Phil with these people...] May I inquire as to your names?

I wish they'd put something in the water at the hot springs.

[Natasha rolls her eyes, because this is really probably not time for Clint's sense of humor, but Spock was here with a feline version of Coulson and today... could not get any weirder. Not that she was hoping to jinx it or anything. Really.

Instead, she bent until she was eye-level with her handler and gave him a rueful smile. Because as far-flung as this was, she was fairly certain that was her boss.]

I'm relieved to report that your specialist is still an idiot, Sir. Welcome back. Sort of.

[And then Spock was addressing them again and Clint's sense of humor had clearly gone over his head, so she tried for polite and friendly instead, because the man had just rescued their boss and they owed him for that, at least. She held out her hand in greeting, giving him a smile.]

Natasha Romanoff. This is Clint Barton.

[If a cat could roll it's eyes, Phil would have done so at Clint's comment.]

Very funny.

[Whoops. Spock moved him again and now he's back in Spock's arms, which is a more comfortable perch than before. Still, the transitions between arms, mid-air and arms again is disconcerting.

Phil eyes Natasha's smile, recognizing it as a friendly gesture even as his instincts gave a small warning of threat. This observation is pushed aside as he realizes that Natasha's red hair is now a shade gray. A paw reaches out, cat's curiosity mingling with human surprise, to bat at a lock. Then Phil realizes exactly what he just did and tucks his paw back.]

Ah. It's good to be back. In some form at least.

[Some form with extremely annoying instincts and weird senses. Like in inability to see the color red. Well, you learn something new everyday...]

Nice to know somethings haven't changed.

[He sits through the introductions, tail curling into a little question mark even as his ears prick forwards.]

((ooc; I have more Coulson icons and more kitty Coulson icons, but I can't find my card to get him a paid account. /sighs))

[Red's just heading to work at Seventh Heaven in the morning, riding his robot and companion Dahak. It's not the best of weather, so he's trying not to stay outside for long, but he'll need to cover the robot before he heads inside. He's just hopping out of the cockpit when he sees it - a cat. Not a Felineko cat-person, just a normal cat.]

[There's no way Red could have prepared enough for this moment. He just stares, taking way more time than he should to notice that someone's holding the cat.]

Oh, uh - h-hi, Spock! Good seein' you around again. Didn't know you had a... pet.

[This is ten kinds of weird.]

[Spock notices Red's... discomfort...]

Greetings Mister Savarin, it is good to see you as well.

[Spock looks at the kitten in his arms... who is probably giving Red an unimpressed look...]

I do not. Do you want to introduce yourself, or shall I?

[He glances back up at Spock.]

You've just shown up with a talking cat claiming that it's my boss. I think drug induced hallucination is one of the least weird things I could be considering.

[Admittedly, it does sound pretty much like Coulson. Clint bends down and grins at him because this, this is kind of hilarious.]

I'm hurt, boss. You're always telling me to consider the most plausible things first.

[As he walks through the village following his morning run, he gives Spock a nod.... only to realize that he's carrying a cat.]

"Do you think it wise to have that animal out in this weather? It seems rather cold."

~~[First one that makes a comment about "unseasonably cool" gets dangled upside-down with the Force.]~~

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[Spock raises an eyebrow as Natasha draws near to speak to her boss...

Both eyebrows go up when Coulson makes an abortive move to presumably play with her hair.

Fascinating.

Then Spock finds himself wanting to backup because now both agents were talking to Coulson up-close...

However, he does not give up his hold on the kitten and addresses the two agents once more...]

It is well to make your acquaintance Miss Romanoff... Mister Barton. [He looks at the outstretched hand... and takes it in his own gloved one. Spock finds the leather gloves that Zevran provided him with for Christmas most satisfactory.

Spock does notice though... that he is still standing out in the hall...]

Negative... I have calculated that the physical distance between Mister Coulson and myself, while factoring in my own body heat and time that it takes to get to our destination... that it is reasonable for an animal of his size...

[Spock gives Obi-wan an amused look... That's right, he can see again...

Then Spock looks down to address the kitten....]

Are you in anyway experiencing discomfort due to the low ambient temperature Mister Coulson?

[There is a tickle of laughter at the back of her throat that almost breaks free when Coulson unexpectedly bats at her hair. Apparently his feline instincts are a little stronger than his human ones at the moment, which is both amusing and worrisome. But she'll take the humor for the moment.

Spock's handshake is firm and she returns it before releasing him, but she doesn't miss the flicker of his expression and realizes the reason for it at almost the same moment he does.

She flicks a glance sideways at Clint, something unspoken passing between them, assessing. This is Clint's home after all. And Coulson's, but he's a cat. Natasha's pretty sure that's enough to excuse him from playing host.]

Why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable? I apologize for the mess. We just got back. [She nudges a bag out of the way with her foot as she steps back to give him room to enter, a wry smile curving across her lips.]

[Red is getting all kinds of unimpressed looks from Coulson. Even if the fact he's an anthropomorphic dog is really disconcerting.

Phil looks up at Spock.]

I will.

[He looks back to Red, standing up and delicately balancing on Spock's arms, his filial wings spreading slightly for additional balance.]

I am Phil Coulson. I'm not usually a cat, but I've just returned from ...enjoying the company of the Malnosso. I do not believe we've met before, Mr. Savarin. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[Phil blinks at Spock's calculations, surprised but pleasantly so. That is one handy talent, and that it was directed at him to assess his well being is, well, nice.

When Spock address him he looks up.]

None at the moment. I am warm enough.

[He turns his attention back to Obi-Wan.]

Thank you for the concern though.

[Syre's around the Item Shop that morning, looking for new linens and curtains so that she can wash the ones that had been hanging up all of December. When she exits the shop, she notices Spock... and his feline companion.]

[So, with her decorating things all packed away in her bag, she jogs on over to him, falling in stride with the Vulcan as he walks.]

Good morning!

[Spock stops and bows his head to Syre..]

Greetings Lady Syre, I hope you are well on this morning. [Spock looks pointedly at the kitten secured safely in his arms... ]

I am on my way to return Mister Coulson to his place of residence...

I am well, thank you. [She then glances down at little kitty Coulson for a moment.]

Coulson, hm? It is an interesting name for a cat. And his wings are rather cute.

[... Wait. WAIT. THE CAT HAS WINGS. WHAT.]

[Syre is silent a while, the gears in her head turning, trying to figure out why a cat, of all things, had wings...]

[None of the other animals in the enclosure had wings, not as far as Syre could remember. That had to mean that this cat--]

Say, Spock. Mister Coulson is not normally a cat, is he? [She looks down again, her brow raised.]

[Phil is perfectly content to listen to the conversation. For a little while at least.

At Syre's comment addressed to Spock however, he speaks up, a tiny bit annoyed as he looks her in the eye.]

No, this is not my normal form.

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