capeandcowl | 015 ♣ [video]

[The video feed switches on to a half dressed Bond, jeans and topless as he slumps into a sleek, modern looking couch while the comm rests on what's likely to be the coffee table in front of him. There's a lingering silence for a moment, only broken by a constant sound of scratching in the background, interrupted by the occasional muffled meow from another room. Eventually Bond speaks, but not before allowing himself a hefty sigh.]

Seems like this place is just full of happy surprises. Can't go a few days without it throwing something else right back in your face.

The Porter certainly seems to have a sense of humour, I'll give her that…

[Except Bond's definitely not laughing. In fact, he's line facing rather epically, his gaze purposefully not looking directly at the camera as he holds up another comm in his hand. Someone elses, clearly. The pause makes that previous background noise come to the forefront once more, a slow crescendo of mewling and scuffling.]

Selina's comm… She's not answering her phone… Haven't seen her either, not since I woke up this morning...

[Something glass smashes in another room and it jerks James' attention over his shoulder for just a moment before he's looking back to the video feed again.]

I'll give the city a search in a bit, see if I can't find her elsewhere. Not holding out any hopes though, it's--- [Another smash, clatter and the muffled noise of a cat hissing from behind a door. Sounds like theres a kitty with some serious attitude problems. James snarls softly to himself, snatches up his comm and moves over to the door in question.]

Oh, and if there's anyone who's any good with cats then… well…

[He opens the door to the bathroom, angling the camera towards it as he attempts to show the batshit crazy demon cat in question, but there's only the view of several smashed bottles and complete silence.

Then suddenly, a flash of black at Bond's leg, a hiss and--]

AAARRGHH! YOU LITTLE SHI--

[And the feed cuts out suddenly.]

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[ There is a very puffed-up black kitty hissing at you, James. She looks pissed. But he can probably tell that by the claw marks in his leg.

And then it looks away from him and starts pacing, as if lost in thought. ]

Sodding cats...

[ Kitty shoots him a glare, like she understood that. And she shakes her head no. ]

[ She meows again to get his attention, very pointedly shaking her head "no" again in a very non-kitty manner. ]

... No?

[ NOD NOD NOD! Maybe he's not totally useless.

The kitty darts over to and up on the coffee table, placing one paw on Selina's comm. And then the same paw twists around to point at herself. ]

... Yooou.. can use a comm...? Yes, well, that's fascinating. Clearly she's trained you all very well-- and I'm talking to a cat.

I knew this day of insanity would eventually come.

[ She shakes her head no again, very firmly. A glance at the comm, but no, kitty paws aren't made for typing.

Her tail twitches for a moment as, once again, she looks lost in thought. Finally, she hunkers down, eyes closed in concentration. And every so slowly, the unfamiliarity of her current body perhaps to blame, she phases right through the table. ]