cat got your tongue? [closed]

[peacefulexplorer]

Today has been...interesting.

That's certainly a word for it.

Fortunately, Daniel has experience with "interesting." He does not, however, have a whole lot of experience with handling felines, particularly of the roommates-turned-felines-who-may-or-may-not-be-incapable-of-digesting-normal-food variety, so figuring out what Seth could eat in his somewhat furrier form has been an exercise in exasperation and barely bit-back amusement. It certainly was a trial attempting to cook while inexplicably hovering two feet above the ground, though cautious experimentation proved that Daniel could pull himself down to regular ground-level, in a manner of speaking, if he clung to a table leg or even the edge of the couch. But as soon as he let go, he would simply float back up again, perfectly suspended two feet over the apartment floor with next to no explanation as to how.

Hopefully this won't last long.

Daniel's phone has been buzzing intermittently all day, which has been both rewarding and frustrating. He's been able to tell a few things - for one, it's not just them. For another, everyone's being affected very differently, from being forced to spill out a slew of secrets to being practically forced to tell lies. Whatever Rift thing this is, the initial amusement at dealing with Seth's feline shape had faded very quickly.

Speaking of which.

Daniel glances up from his phone after punching out the last message to favor the curled-up ball of brown fur with a look of concern. He seems pretty much asleep from his position next to him - well, sort of next to him. Daniel is, for all intents and purposes, sitting cross-legged, though he's still levitating a good foot or so above the bed.

"Someone's coming," he says cautiously, unable to keep the note of apology from his voice. "He's, ah - bringing cat food." Wince. "Sorry."

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[powerdealer]

To be fair, it seems most people here are fictional in another universe. It's not completely unheard of to meet someone who's read a book or watched a movie or something where you were one of the main characters. Seth has thankfully never experienced it. He prefers being able to control how much someone knows about.

Don't forget the paperclips, Daniel. And at least Seth's power still works in this form. Seth technically has special sensory capabilities too, when it comes to people's powers, but that only works if he's actively engaging in the power with them, which isn't really something you can do casually.

[singthesong]

The Balladeer hasn't actually met anyone else claiming to be fictional before. Even the assassins were real people somewhere down the line. So hearing that Daniel can sense people's inhumanity makes the Balladeer look thoughtful for a short moment.

"Are there a lot of people here who aren't human?" He knew it was a possibility, but he hasn't met any himself unless you count the TARDIS. The only reason he doesn't count her is that he's not sure they really met. He was just...inside her. No conversation or anything.

...okay, knowing now that she was alive, it's a little weird to look back on.

[peacefulexplorer]

"Quite a few, actually," he answers, adopting a casual tone. This is usually a prickly topic, especially for those whose universes don't include their own hosts of non-humans, and it's difficult to ease people into it if that's the case. "Angels seem to be atypically common. Aliens, possibly. The Devil." And then he skates right past that small bombshell with hasty indifference. "You know, the works."

Also Daniel's own case, which is...well. Difficult. And complicated. And, frankly, he's not quite sure what that entails. Sensory capabilities might be all he's retained from his time spent among the Ascended, but there's no real way of telling.

[powerdealer]

Don't mind the cat rolling his eyes at Daniel casually bringing up the Devil. Also, aliens isn't 'possibly', that's 'definitely.' Though Seth isn't personally close with any. There's the TARDIS, but that's primarily from Gabe and her being close.

Daniel really isn't covering all the bases though, so he types a couple of words into the computer:

myths. vamps. weres. magic cats.

[singthesong]

"Huh."

To the Balladeer's credit, he doesn't seem outwardly alarmed. It's a controlled calm. Aliens are basically what he'd expected when talking about non-human people running around; the rest of it is totally out of left field. He doesn't consider himself a religious man, but anyone would probably be put off by hearing that Satan may literally be living a few blocks away. "The Devil? And - "

He pauses slightly to read Seth's message. " - vampires and werewolves? That sounds safe?" That wasn't initially intended to be a question, but it sort of trails into one. Because while those things sound almost literally apocalyptic, everything is...okay here? It seems fine.

[peacefulexplorer]

Well, the Balladeer's certainly taking this in stride. Maybe since he's had a little time to adjust since arriving. The Actual Devil is a bit harder to wrap one's head around - or at least, it was for Daniel, who had the misfortune of meeting him face-to-face, antagonizing him, and miraculously escaping with his life without realizing exactly how close a call that had been.

"It's possible the Rift keeps some sort of equilibrium." There haven't been any apocalyptically bad happenstances, anyway. Or, well. None he's heard about. Those tend to make big news. "People more or less get along, as far as I can tell. Even, er. Even Satan. To an extent." It's pretty well commendable how well the rifties of various species and physiology have integrated themselves into Manhattan's infrastructure - Daniel's even doing some translating work for a vampire, and this building's landlord's an archangel. It feels remarkably normalized.