#ccsemberclub

"She could mimic you in appearance." he observes to Miss CC.

"That's true. Then again I can mimic her so fair is fair."

"Well, do I get the job?" She trots back over, still in CC's form... though as she sits on 'her' barstool and gives a spin, her ears and tail pop back out, giving 'CC' the look of a satyr-catgirl.

"I don't know if inviting my doppleganger, one with a sense of humor no less, is wise" CC says "I don't need my rep ruined if you feel frolicsome. That said, can you do other impersonations of other folks?"

"Say Celebrities past and present?"

"Oh, certainly!" She runs her hands through her hair, and recites a little poem about how a Cat can look at a king... and before them is a passible impersonation of King David himself! Especially because who remembers exactly what he looks like - the nose might be off a smidge, and having a crown would HELP... but she has a haughty look down pat.

"mmm" realization "You don't want to make trouble at the club. You want to make trouble for others. Darling" She says to Emerson "Do we have knowledge anyone who deserves a humbling?"

She lets this guise fade away, returning now back to "Her" own face. "Ew, I feel like I need to brush my teeth."

"Pooor dear" She says

Oh, yes, a sad and downtrodden look.

puss in boots

An oddly wistful sigh from the boggan. "On that level? Oh, I can think of any number deserving of such attention. But it would require a bit of infrastructure we don't have."

"Then let's start a lower level, maybe someone needs to lose track of an object"

"Oh, I am very good at losing things." She strokes her tail. "I'd lose my own tail if it wasn't firmly attached."

A whisper to Emerson "She's determined to get into trouble. I give you permision to point her towards trouble of your choice"

"Mm. I will see what I can do." he agrees to both ladies "After all... I'm not man enough to stand against two such lovely powers."

"Maybe if we stacked two of you together?" She offers helpfully.

"What was that term? Fung schway?"

"Ah, but there -is- only one of me."

"Now that is a truth" CC smiles at him

"I should have news in a week or two." he advises Corola.

A pleased look. "I can be patient until then. Probably."

"Would you like me to arrange transportation for you?" he asks politely "When you're ready, of course."

CC savors a martini "Yes, it is getting late."

"Ah, a warm spot in front of the fire and a bowl of milk at home." She nods agreement.

An eyebrow "A request?" he glances at CC.

"Well, you offered."

"Let's let her stay by the balefire, make her another white russian or whatever knocks her out" CC smiles

"I can do that." he says indulgently "Do you care for anything, Dearest?"

"Oh, just the drink is fine."

She answers with a little grin.

"Oh no, one more martini I'll turn into an olive" a smile "Thanks though"

He gives them both a little bow and goes to mix a White Russian at the deserted bar.

CC watches him go and whispers to the pooka "He's an amazing man in so many ways."

"I think perhaps I am glad to have him as my faery pop-pop." A little grin and whisper back.

"More like a Fairy Godfather" She assures

Thinking he does look dashing in a mobster outfit

"Ah, does he make a good spaghetti and meatballs then?" Hearing the capitalized G.

"His pasta is to DIE for"

"Oh, I wouldn't want that. Perhaps just enough for a maiming?"

"Oh sure"

He's back in a jiff, glass on a tray. He offers it.

She accepts it happily, now lapping at the surface neatly as she no longer has to worry about silly mortals watching.

"When you're ready, I will escort you to the 'Fireside. It is small but... select."

"She's been there before " A reminder "Probably nosed in every room"

"My nose goes where it chose, and knows where it goes." Yawning cheerfully.

"Perhaps so, but I will speak proudly of our little hearth nevertheless."

She pads along obligingly!

He escorts her to the clever stained-glass artwork that hides the doorway, and through some slight of hand it clicks open when they pause in front of it. He leads her in.

She actually hasn't seen this room, and gazes about with wide admiring eyes.