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Event Log #005

EVENT LOG
number 005

Happy February, folks! The hotel is chugging along as it always does and nothing really seems that out of the ordinary, actually. Mr Bennet is at the front desk as per usual, greeting new guests, checking out old ones, generally being mediocre at his job but there's something a little... off about him this morning. A little more Springtime focused. Is it the suit? No, no, that's the same as it always is. Is it the face? No, Mr Bennet's face is unable to be perceived by eyes as per usual. No, it's the —

The bunny ears?

HOP TO IT

It seems Mr Bennet has developed a pair of bunny ears and a tail overnight, but he's not the only one. Every staff member and guest of the hotel will find that they have grown a pair of animal ears and a matching tail when they wake up that morning. It's nekomimi time, y'all! But not just neko, characters will find themselves with all categories of ears and tails. Cats, dogs, rabbit, deer, fish. Whatever animal best suits the characters are what they'll find themselves sporting.

For all intents and purposes, these will be part of your characters bodies and real additional limbs. It will hurt if someone hurts them and they will bleed if someone cuts them. There will be some added bonuses as well as characters will also take on the traits of the animals they become. However players want to interpret this is up to them — it can be light like a cat person just being more aloof or heavy like a spider person having multiple eyes and limbs. Whatever is most fun for the player and most hectic for the character, of course.

This effect will last till the end of the month.

Of course, an additional note: For characters who already have animal ears and/or tails — they will either keep those ears and tails and develop more traits of that animal. Or they can become something entirely different for the month. Player preference!

ANIMAL CRACKERS

Mr Bennet has found this to be hysterical though so he has set up a stall in the main lounge that's advertising animal crackers. They're a little less cracker and more cookie though, and larger than the traditional animal cracker. They also come in all shapes and sizes. If you can think of the animal, you can have an animal cracker with it. There is a dog cracker. There is a whale cracker. There is a spider cracker. All kinds of things. Even fictional animals, like gryphons and dragons!

The only catch is — once your character eats the cracker they will become that animal entirely. This is probably tipped off by the bunny rabbit hopping around the lounge in a little hotel jacket, huh. Thanks Mr Bennet. The effect of these crackers will last as long as the player prefers and characters are free to eat another cracker and become another animal afterwards.

One thing though, as the animal, characters will still be able to speak in animal form. So there's that!

The animal crackers will also be available till the end of the month.

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[ A discontented sigh rumbles in his throat, and he doesn't relinquish his position, either, gaze narrowing in scrutiny. Yes, he'd seen the post, but— ]

Hrm. I wanted to be Mina-chan's one and only Valentine.

[ And then comes the pout — sharp and pointed. Realistically speaking, he shouldn't be so incensed by this; giving Valentine's out to friends is pretty standard behavior, and it's not as though they had discussed spending Valentine's together, or anything like that. Hell, it hasn't come up at all yet, and they're not even a couple — and yet he still can't help the wave of jealousy, the impulse to hunt and corner her.

Like prey.

Oh... ]

[ Oh...

What? ]

...What? Satoru, are you... jealous?

[ From her wanting to give cards to her friends? And what's all this about being her one and only Valentine? They're not even...

Casting a look over her shoulder to glance up at him only spells it all out more clearly, and at once there are too many things swimming around in her head. Confusion at his reaction, embarrassment at how he has her trapped like this, and an instinctual feeling of being hunted, of needing to get away, of needing to diffuse the situation. ]

[ Her hand slides over her the materials strewn about on her desk, and grasp at a spool of ribbon. Not quite a ball of yarn, but maybe close enough, she hopes.

Lifting her hand, then, she throws it across the room, and the satin ribbon comes loose around the spool as it sails through the air, the delicately cut end of it fluttering in such an enticing way... ]

Woops. My hand slipped! Could you get that for me?

[ If he indeed gives chase, Sumina will of course use that opening to try and slip away from his clutches and her desk!! ]

[ And just like that, his plans to hunt and trap her go right out the window, as that ribbon sails through the air, fluttering and alluring...how could he resist? It's so shiny and pretty, taunting him as it unspools. Sumina's gambit pays off, as Gojo springs away from the desk to pounce on the ribbon, deftly catching it and pinning it to the ground while doing, yes, the catboy squat. ]

Nyahaha, I've got you now!

[ Talking to the ribbon, yes. He bats it between his hands, wholly enthralled, his attempt to corner Sumina about her Valentine's all but forgotten — for the moment.

This is great. He's never wanted to do anything more than he wants to beat the shit out of this ribbon. A shame his nails aren't sharper, though... ]

[ ...Damn, she can't believe that actually worked. ]

H-Haha. Good kitty...

[ Thank gods that it did, though, as it now affords Sumina a moment to catch her breath, to reel herself back from the tension of the last few moments while trying to... stealthily (?) make her way over to her door... To get away from someone who can just teleport to her at will anyway, help. ]

[ She thinks she can just activate his praise kink and sneak away like that?!

With a trill, his gaze swivels towards her as she creeps towards the door, ears perking up as he but forgets about the ribbon. It's more fun to play with prey that can run away, and--

And she has a ribbon in her hair, too.

He springs towards her, arms outstretched to attempt to ensnare her again. ]

Nice try, Mina-chan, but you're not getting away that easily!

[ He's going to try to snatch the bow in her hair! ]

[ If only she'd had something to drink, she could have properly decked him, but alas her latent monk skills are exactly that - latent - and Satoru is able to snatch her up again easily. She needs to start carrying a flask around like Popeye with a can of spinach.

Giving a squeaky yelp as a result, and immediately squirming in his arms: ]

S—Satoruuu! Unhand me, you menace!

Got you.

[ Oh, he is enjoying this so much more than he probably should, but even as an ordinary sorcerer, he enjoys the thrill of hunting down an enemy that deigned to insult him by taking him on. Sumina is no enemy, but he's eager to entrap her in his grasp all the same, even if the chase is over a little too quickly.

...Maybe he'll play with his food, just a little bit.

His grasp goes lax as she squeaks at him to unhand her, just enough that she should be able to wiggle free, even as he exhales a chuckle that curls like smoke against her sensitive ear. ]

Awww, maybe I'll let you off the hook, if you make me your special Valentine!

Eek!

[ Oh. Oh. That gust of breath that accompanies his little chuckle tickles at her murine ear indeed, and at once she hunches forward, her shoulders going rigid before she does take the chance to wiggle free. With the bow in her hair disheveled from his grappling, the ribbon comes undone and looses her hair from her usual ponytail as she whirls on her heel to face him. ]

Y-You're enjoying this too much...! Why do I get the feeling you won't stop even if I agree to your terms?

Edited (NO i forgot about the ribbon) 2024-02-08 05:34 (UTC)

[ Oh...her hair looks so nice when it's down like this, wild and free. Like the ribbon he now holds in his hands, he feels an instinctive urge to grab for it, but for the moment he continues to wind the ribbon tight between his fingers, his expression wicked and bright. ]

Mm? Hehe, that doesn't sound like me, does it? Tricking you into doing something so I get what I want?

[ Actually, that sound just like him, especially in his present state. He advances on her slowly as his tail continues to flick behind him, back and forth as he slowly but surely gains ground on her. Where will she go next...? ]

Aren't you enjoying it, too?

[ He's being... ]

Y-You're being...!

[ She doesn't know the right word for it, other than to call him a menace yet again. Yet this feels different from his usual panache, something that's been brought out all the more by their unfortunate (?) designations as hunter and prey...

All she knows is that it flusters her to no end, to hear him say these things, to watch the way he deftly winds the ribbon once holding her hair in place between his fingers, to see his wicked expression leveled right at her, reddening her face and stuttering her words in tandem with the stuttering of her heartbeat. Her own tail lashes out out of consternation before she takes a hold of it; it curls around her while she holds the end of it to herself. ]

You think I enjoy being ch-chased around my suite!?

[ On that note, she's going to try and slide over to the side to run away again!! He stands between her and the door, so for now she's attempting to retreat further into her suite. ]

[ Doesn't she enjoy it? He can't quite tell, his prey drive mingling with his typical mischievous nature, but if she really seemed upset, he'd stop. Probably. As it is, he's enjoying this too much himself -- how flustered she is, how she retreats further into her suite, how she frets with her tail. It's so cute he could just eat her up...

Wait. Okay, maybe that's a little too catbrained. ]

Mm, you tell me. Should I stop, Momo?

[ He purrs, as he advances on her again, more slowly this time, but no less deliberate and playful, pulling her ribbon taut between his fingers. ]

Or do you like this? Nyehehe, maybe you wanna be my one and only Valentine, too?

[ Does she like this? It's hard to tell when she's just trying to make it out of here alive. She's not... truly afraid, mostly just a little bewildered by how he's behaving; he's playing with her, after all. She can feel it from instinct, see it in the way he advances, hear it in the lilt of his voice - and that's just it, isn't it? Is this just a game to him... She may be his prey, but that means she has an instinct to survive, too.

...And by survive, we simply mean use her fancy magic ring of Prestidigitation to conjure a burst of more ribbons into thin air to distract him!! All the while exclaiming: ]

That— That kind of thing is for couples, Satoru.

[ She may be experiencing a little bit what it's like to be a cursed spirit facing the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, as he often enjoys toying with them like a cat before a meal, too. Still, he remains bound by the other whims of cathood, including need to go after those ribbons, catching them deftly as they soar through the air. He has so many ribbons now!! He's the luckiest cat of the litter.

It's enough to set him purring again, even if her statement brings him out of his ribbon-focused reverie, for a moment. ]

It doesn't have to be. Besides, we kind of act like a couple sometimes...

[ Maybe it's going a step too far to draw attention to it like that, but it's the truth. The little touches and stolen glances, the occasional kissing and makeouts. They're not together, but they're not not together... ]

Do you need some convincing?

[ The thing is, it is the truth, and Sumina knows it, too. But also they've only made out once,

Still, giving voice to that unspoken nebulousness of their, uh, situation flusters her all the more, and as does his question. She glances at him over her shoulder even as she's trying to briskly walk away. ]

You— You mean something nefarious by that, I just know it, you mischievous cat...!

[ But unfortunately, because she is distracted, she fails to notice that she is about to walk right into her coffee table, and her shin collides spectacularly with its corner. ]

Ow! Shit.

[ She also loses her footing, but luckily her sofa which previously starred in their Big Breakfast episode is right there... ]

[ Excuse him? Did she just say shit???

It's enough to nearly shake him out of his predatory mindset — but not quite. He chuckles in his rolling purr once more, seeing his opportunity for what it is. As she tumbles back towards the sofa, his deftly seizes both of her wrists in his hands, pressing her back against the cushions as his knee wedges itself between her own. It's not exactly difficult to overpower her, but needless to say, she is thoroughly pinned back against the sofa, with no chance of escape.

His face hovers mere inches above her own, grin cut in elated triumph. Oh, this is fun. It's more than fun. It's... ]

Hah. Got you again.

[ And he's got her right where he wants her... ]

[ It all happens so fast; she falls, but in just the blink of an eye, Satoru is suddenly on top of her, pinning her to the sofa with her wrists firmly grasped in his hands. She cannot even spare a thought for what else is going on between that and the fact that his face is so, so very close to hers now, too.

Swallowing thickly with her heart beating thunderously in her chest, she turns her head so that they aren't face to face... ]

T-This is...

[ So... ]

Fine. You'll be my only Valentine...

[ That's all that this is about, right? ]

[ It's only once she turns her flushed face away from him and relents that Satoru seems to gain some clarity of mind, even if he is soon overtaken by a different sort of yearning. Something in the way she exposes her throat to him like that stokes a fire that he didn't expect, and while this may be part of his inherited prey drive...that's certainly not all there is to it. ]

...You mean it?

[ He mutters, but there's not much intent behind the words. His attention is elsewhere now, in the sweep of her neck, the curve of her murine ears, the scent of her hair and skin so close to him. Should he...kiss her right now? Kinda seems a little...

Yet he's dipping down all the same, nuzzling into the corner of her jaw, inhaling the scent of her skin, and purring yet again. ]

You don't really have to...

[ Of course, murmuring where he is now, his lips brush her throat with every word. ]

Edited (:pray:) 2024-02-10 02:22 (UTC)

[ Oh. The sensation of his purring and his words fluttering over the skin of her neck has tenses her body as she draws in a quivering gasp. That's— This really is— ]

S-Satoru, just - wait a moment.

[ Maybe it's that mouse in her, but a high-pitched sort of noise escapes her throat as she squirms beneath him. They're in danger like this, but not quite in the same way that their current animalistic features would dictate. ]

I didn't realize... That you would pay mind to such a holiday.

[ He had been quite spirited during the winter festivities, to be certain, but in the nebulousness of their relationship, she thought it would be safer or more sensible to simply go the platonic route with everyone this time around. ]

And all these happenings with the hotel this month... You're not just saying all of this because of that, are you...?

[ Him wanting to be her Valentine.. isn't just part of his little cat-and-mouse game, is it? ]

[ Oh, they are in danger, aren't they.

Still, her question gives him pause, because to be honest, he hadn't really thought about why he asked. Part of what spurred it on was certainly his newfound prey drive, but he would be lying if he didn't admit that in the back of his mind, he had sort of...expected to spend Valentine's Day with her. He's not her sweetheart, but they'd spent Christmas Eve together anyway, hadn't they? And he'd explained its cultural significance to her then, too.

They're still not ready to put a name to their relationship. He thinks. They haven't exactly discussed it since the ball, but wasn't that the point? That they were just heeding what felt right, and not pushing for anything more until they were both emotionally ready for it? What if...talking about it is what feels right?

...He kind of just wants to go back to nuzzling her and purring. Damn. ]

No, of course not. It's just...in Japan, girls usually give some kind of token of affection to the guy they're into. It's not always tied to being a couple.

[ ...But it often is, so if she's not ready for that, he won't push for it. That's only his perspective on the holiday, anyway. For all he knows, they don't even have Valentine's where Sumina's from. ]

[ They haven't discussed it since the ball, no, but... at the same time, so much has happened since then... And for someone like Sumina who's scarcely pursued things of a romantic nature in her life, this haziness leaves her... unsure, at times, as to what the proper course of action would be. Surely, there are deities where she's from whose domain celebrates love of many forms, and who have holidays around celebrating it, but predictably... Sumina has never quite given herself a chance to participate, beyond occasionally accepting flowers or small gifts from guests.

...Somehow, even for how difficult their more emotional moments have been as of late, they were... easier to navigate. It's easy to know at such at time what the right thing to do is; romance or no, of course she would offer him a shoulder to lean on, or listen to him when speaking of his darker moments. But something like this? It feels like it should be so much simpler, yet...

Well. It doesn't help that he has her pinned beneath him like this, either. ]

I-I see. Satoru...

[ With her head still turned away, her cheeks and ears still flushed, she closes her eyes. She feels so embarrassed... ]

Making cards for the others... That has no bearing on how I feel about you. You know that, right? I'm not— "Into" anyone else... But I've never celebrated this kind of holiday before, so I wasn't sure what to do...

[ He kinda figured, given the circumstances that it took to get her to even confess to him, but still, hearing her admit as much out loud tickles him in such a silly-sweet way. He's still not used to the giddy, boyish feeling that comes with it, that rushes through him like a smattering of butterfly wings, and a laugh escapes him in much the same manner. ]

You're into me, eh, Momo? Maybe hunting you was overkill, heheh...

[ Even if the literal hunting was driven by his newfound feline sensibilities. He might've been confident in her interest in him, but he's still the sort to get jealous easily, and his ego can never have enough padding.

After a moment, he lets go of her wrists, but he doesn't move away, instead bracing his hands on either side of her against the sofa, leveling her with a hooded, cocksure gaze. ]

Let me make it up to you?

[ He has that bright glint in his eyes again, but one that suggests causing her trouble in a much different way than before. Behind him, his tail flicks slowly back and forth again. Does he need to spell it out for her? ]

Satoru... I let you show me your most traumatizing memories and held you while you wept.

[ He doesn't need to "hunt" her, nor does he need to say she's into him like he didn't alreayd know that!?

So maybe it was overkill, but truth to tell, if she was truly so displeased by it all, she would have done more to vocalize that. It's just... maybe, just maybe, she's not aware of that truth, herself. There's so much she doesn't know about herself when it comes to these matters...

...Which also means, yes, he needs to spell it out for her. Because while he does let go of her wrists, that's really only making their position marginally less compromising. And the way he looks at her... ]

...I've a feeling that you don't mean to help with my to-do list.

Hm...you're saying you wouldn't do that for just anyone, huh?

[ He wouldn't, but Sumina has a much more empathetic soul than his own. Regardless, he doesn't want to dwell on that too much at the moment, especially when she offers her answer, even if it's not exactly a yes or a no. It's a bit weary, yes, but also...perhaps a bit flirty? Or so it sounds to him. ]

Something tells me you've been working too hard anyway. You've been such a busy little mouse, haven't you?

[ Close as they are, the chuckle that leaves him brushes her skin, and a low purr rumbles in his throat once more. He can't keep the purring at bay for long in her present. ]

Sooo....can I kiss you?

[ Look at him, being such a gentleman. ]

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