The Mungojerrie: Enemies, Yet Friends

[AmbushCat]

Callista: --In your experience, is slapping someone supposed to make them calm down? Or would the pain just make them mad?--

[Ookalf]

*Circe shrugs.* Well, it might have worked on some people...

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *silent for a few moments, thinking* ... --I suppose. Still, knowing when best to use that tactic has always seemed a bit... tricky to me, you know what I'm saying?-- *coughs into her hand, trying to clear her throat a little* [i]--

[Ookalf]

Yeah, well... I didn't think it would hurt to try.

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *wiping off her hands* --Technically, it didn't, at least not for you. ...But while I didn't like getting slapped, I think I prefer it to what your Manor's employees would've done to me if you hadn't accepted the transformation. Much more pain for me from that angle.--

[Ookalf]

Oh? What do you think they would have done?

[AmbushCat]

Callista: --Force-feeding me a cocomelon... trying to make me eat a pinemango and a tomapple at once... give this form ear piercings, or chain me to a chair in a locked room while one of them sings Christmas carols... I mean, yeah. They're good people, but even they'd get mad if I jettisoned four tons of sugar and Kool-Aid powder into the Manor's water supply.--

[Ookalf]

...Wow. Were you actually considering that?

[AmbushCat]

Callista: --Yeah.-- *some more applesauce* --As far as pranks go, that would've been a bit much. The whole idea would've been to make you and the staff think that Color energy had gotten into the water by mistake, and I would've timed it at the point where as many people as possible were starting to wind down for the night.--

[Ookalf]

...Yeah, that seriously would have been excessive.

[AmbushCat]

Callista: --Glad we agree.-- *finishes the applesauce* --An FYI on your transformation: it'll only last for 48 hours, at which point you'll turn back to normal. The change is instantaneous, so be prepared.--

[Ookalf]

*Circe nods.* I'll keep that in mind...

[AmbushCat]

*Calli smiles weakly, acts as if she's going to continue speaking... then falls asleep face-first in the empty applesauce bowl, mentally exhausted.*

*Zapana exits the kitchen, a camera in her hands. Snapping a quick picture of her snoozing boss, she pockets the camera and sits down at the table.*

Konichiwa, Circe-san. Discounting the ruckus, how's your visit here been so far?

[Ookalf]

Well, the food's decent...

[AmbushCat]

*ears droop* Just 'decent'? You must have some pretty high standards.