9911/Stephen's Weekly Cat Checkup.

Stephen's Weekly Cat Checkup.
Date of Scene:	04 November 2019
Location:	Sanctum Santorum - Base Floor
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Cat, Doctor Strange

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Black Cat has posed:
From the kitchen of the Sanctum's first floor come the sounds of scuffling and quiet clattering. Someone's within! The scent of coffee might give things away...that, and the low grumble to herself about where her favorite mug is. On her tippy-toe, nearly disappeared into the cabinet, is Felicia scrounging about for that very particular ceramic mug. She's in a thickly-plush terry robe of pearly-pink tied about the nip of her waist and grey yoga pants -- and yes, those are violently-violet fuzzy slipper-socks going nearly up to her knee. Cold feet suck!

"There you are." She emerges again to prove herself in full make-up despite the morning hour and with her hair pulled back damp into a messy bun. There's a far more contented sigh as the thief then pours herself a big cup of coffee before doctoring it to her preference. From the toaster with a pop, a piece of toast appears. Looks like this is getting butter and jelly.

A sound makes her look up towards the kitchen doorway. "Copperfield?" Her voice is still slightly burred and soft from sleep.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen stands in the door frame with a pair of plastic sacks in his hand and he's been caught staring at the blonde woman with a serious case of bed head. She wears it well. Better than most but that's a LOT of hair. Stephen tries to show a smile, but he bags under his eyes have grown deeper and deeper since gaining his position back from Loki.

    With a bit of effort Stephen's foot starts to move back into the kitchen and he slowly raises his hands to rest the groceries that only Felicia can eat up onto the table and he sets them there before he turns to Felicia and blinks slowly towards her and gets a weak grin out.

    The wizard wears a thick sweater over a pair of pressed slacks, as he's certainly dressed better than he looks and feels. It's been a VERY long month.

Black Cat has posed:
"Hey...there's a smile."

Leaving off stirring the creamer into her coffee, the Cat pads over and envelops Stephen in a warm, soft, and lightly-perfumed hug. Vanilla and caramel notes seem to follow her whenever she goes like spring dapples of sunshine.

"Sit with me for a little bit," Felicia encourages, looking up from nuzzling her face against his warm sweater. Her lips, pink rather than red this morning, curve into a fond smile. "Let me tell you about my adventures." Quicksilvery humor wends through her suggestion and twinkles in her jade-green eyes. Oh dear -- not adventures?!

Doctor Strange has posed:
Hetephen lifts his arms to wrap around and rest on her shoulders as he turns his head to drop his cheek onto the top of her head, and his stubble grabs at her hair like velcro though he doesn't seem to care as she pulls away and it sticks to his face.

    Stephen slowly reaches up to unstick her hair and puts it back against the side of her head and he cups her lightly though he feels cold. The hug, his hand, the whole of the doctor feels like he's frozen from the bones out. Didn't he mention going to Jotunheim this week? Was that an hour ago?

    "Sure, I'll sit." Stephen says and looks to the table and claims a chair slowly as though he was aged past his years. "What did you get up to Felicia?"

Black Cat has posed:
Stephen gets a gentle pat-pat on his shoulder as he makes his way to the table. Retrieving her coffee, the blonde thief sets it before her space before returning to the hot-pot and flicking it on.

"I'm going to make you some tea, you're a little on the nippy side," claims Felicia as she picks through the teas available to her in the cabinet. She shoots the Sorcerer a half-grin over her shoulder. "Things are just fine with Lucifer, by the way. I'm helping with an issue over in Gotham -- you know how Batman died? Or didn't die? I don't know, the rumors are nuts over there, hopping like fleas. Well, his gaggle of...batlings?" Felicia shrugs to herself about the title. "They're after something undead -- well, undead things and demon things too. I mean, I had a disagreement with one of Lucifer's demons, but she was a jealous bitch and I let her off easy. Lucifer said he'd tell her to knock it off and stop stalking me."

On that cheery note, she delivers a cup of Stephen's favorite tea, still steaming and steeping, to his seat in a mug tall enough that he could wrap both hands about it to warm them up.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "I know about Batman, yes." Stephen says with a flash of a scowl, "These masked heroes are pretty selfish if you ask me." The wizard says with a look to Felicia as he stops and looks to Felicia, "Don't know where these people get the idea that I'm still a surgeon." He mumbles idly before taking the mug from Felicia and holds it between his hands, the shaking of his fingers slowing slightly as the heat radiates into his muscles. "You know if there's a demon stalking you, you can ask me to help." The wizard says with a frown and a look to Felicia, begging her to be more aware of herself and those she can lean on for help.

Black Cat has posed:
"Well, we can't all be perfect like me," replies the Cat as to masked heroes. A grandiose wink is shot at the silver-templed man as she acknowledges the ridiculousness of her statement.

...mostly ridiculous, given Little Miss Perfect is still preening visibly as she seats herself, nose lifted.

Steaming rising from her own cup of coffee wreathes her face as Felicia takes in a deep breath of the redolent air. "Mmm...nectar from the gods, I do declare," she murmurs to herself, then giving Stephen a lazy, content smile over the rim of the mug. Cat in the cream, indeed -- or rather, coffee.

"You're not wrong: I can ask you for help and I'm going to." Her grin broads before it takes on a fetching shade, accompanied by a tilt of head. "Didn't you say you could make me something that would let me escape from trouble? I know, I know...not, like...trouble with the cops, but like, trouble like big bad guys and extradimensional creepers."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "No, we can't." Stephen says with a glow in his eyes towards the woman he loves at the table and he continues to cup the mug instead of drinking from it. The wizard leans back and allows his belly to roll out so he can rest his drink on it, though he's not fatty in any way, if anything he's grown thinner and thinner.

    "Oh, I did say that, but I'm not sure what magics I should use, and I'm also not sure what form you'd like the artifact to take." The wizard admits with a smirk though he has that face that he's thinking of something he knows she wouldn't be a huge fan of.

Black Cat has posed:
Her kohl-lined eyes narrow at him even as she smirks back from across the table.

"By the look on your face, you have an idea that you think I might find ridiculous. Go on, share -- get it out of your system before you explode," Felicia encourages with a giggle before she sips her coffee. Her toast, gleaming with jam, has been thus far ignored for banter with the handsome gentleman finally comfortable enough to smile back at her. Again, how the Cat doth preen.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen rolls his eyes and finally submits to the demands of the cat as he rises to his feet and steps around the side of the table and while next to her, Stephen lowers himself to a single knee and with hardly a gesture, he summons a black velvet box from somewhere and holds in his hands as he looks up to the messily haired, pink and purple and grey colored clothes wearing thief. "Felicia..." Stephen begins and catches his throat as he's trying to speak.

Black Cat has posed:
Laughing again to herself, Felicia sets down the mug of coffee in order to primly set her hands in her lap. She rotates on the chair to look at him, eyes still twinkling. But then he's...

Color shows high on her cheeks as she puts fingertips of both hands over her lips. A little tremble runs through the thief as she swallows, suddenly very cotton-mouthed as her heart dances up beneath her throat.

"...Stephen, what are you...?" she says, voice small and tremulous.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Felicia, will you. Will you wear this ring." Stephen asks, holding the box out to Felicia and opening it, showing off one of those stones she stole some time ago with the aurora inside set in a rose gold band, shimering in a pinkish color. "This should be enough for you until I can make something a bit more stable." The wizard explains with a weak kind of smile.

Black Cat has posed:
With her fingers trembling in a parallel to the fine tremors always haunting Stephen's hands, the thief reaches out to brush a touch along the side of the box as if it were more delicate than a newly-hatched bird. Her eyes glass over and she hiccups -- yes, hiccups, before laughing dizzily.

"Oh -- oh, Copperfield, you -- you -- " Plucking the box from his hand to clumsily set it on the table beside her coffee mug, Felicia then stoops and near-outright tackles him in a hug. Stephen will have to catch himself else they topple!

"Yes, you stubborn, ridiculous, grouchy, handsome man," she giggles helplessly even before she wipes beneath her lashes, hoping her eyeliner is staying put. "Here, you can -- " Reaching awkwardly up to the table again, she pulls the box down and hands it to him before holding out her left hand, still giggling and misty-eyed.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen falls over easily as Felicia pounces and the sorcerer is on his back, again, making sure Felicia is the one that's safe and taken care of. He reaches up to take the ring out of the box she holds and moves to gently slide it onto her finger, a subtle spell makes sure the ring adjusts to sit on her finger perfectly and he smiles as it fits just snuggly against her smooth skin. "I didn't think this would make you cry Felicia." The wizard coughs as he's still on his back with her on top.

Black Cat has posed:
Slipping backwards as not to accidentally pin the Sorcerer to the kitchen floor, Felicia ends up resting on one hip and admiring the auroral stone on her hand with a fervor still glittery-eyed. She sighs and hiccups again before giving Stephen an absolutely sappy smile.

"Oh, Stephen, come -- come on." A last swipe under each set of bottom lashes guarantees she's free of any tear-streaks. "What woman isn't going to get teary about this kind of thing? I mean..." Holding out her hand, she shifts it back and forth for the proper light-play within the gemstone. "It's so beautiful and -- and -- I mean -- "

Flaily hands ensue even while the Cat laughs more.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen remains on the floor with his hand on Felicia's waist and smirks as he looks at her face looking at the ring. The bags under his eyes a bit less intense as he feels some weight off his shoulder. "I'm glad you like it." Stephen whispers against the tile floor that, to him, somehow feels warm. "I hope it's something you can at least wear without feeling embarrased."

Black Cat has posed:
"Oh, like anyone's going to be dumb enough to comment about it not being pretty," the thief scoffs as she looks down upon the man still sprawled on the floor. Reaching out, she combs fingernails through his hair gently.

"But...I mean, how can I wear it when I'm out on the town? You know, like...when I'm wearing my suit. I don't want to smack it against things." Her expression falls a little in the beginnings of concern. "Or drawn too much attention to it because I mean, people suck. Anyone who wants to hurt me will know there's someone attached to me...you know? I don't want you getting hurt because of me." Felicia pulls her hands back into her lap with her smile having gone more tremulous now.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "I think you're forgetting who has the more dangerous foes." Stephen says as he looks up to her wrist and lifts and eyebrow. "I supposed I could make it into something else if a ring isn't your style Felicia. Earrings or a necklace if you'd rather have people look at your face or chest more..." Stephen winks and squeezes at her waist in jest to accent the joke.

Black Cat has posed:
"Heyyyyyy..." Cue imperious eyebrow and pursed lips as the Cat clearly tries not to smile. "I was just talking about being able to escape from demons, we're not having a contest here, Copperfield." The barest peek of a tongue-tip shows before Felicia then tilts her head once more, this time thoughtfully.

"I think...what about a choker? I can wear it while I'm out and about? It won't ruin the lines of my suit." Again, the blonde's air gains the usual prideful shimmer. She's aware of how fine the lines of that svelte black suit tend to be.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "So the escape ring isn't enough for you, now you want it to be a shape changing choker ring of escape?" Stephen asks, lifting his eyebrows up to Felicia's face as he reaches his hand off her waist to cup her face slightly and brush her hair behind her ear. "You'll have to give it back or let me just work on it while you're sleeping, but I think I can do that." The wizard remarks with a teasing smile.

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia smirks. "Hey, you can borrow it if you think you can jazz it up. I don't think I'm asking too much," the thief demurs even as she slides the ring off her finger and offers it to Stephen again rested in her palm. "I mean, you //can// do magic and stuff. Imagine how multi-functional it'll be to wear! It'll be pretty on both my hand and my neck as well as keep me safe! I mean, what more could a worry-wart like you want in a piece of jewelry?"

Briefly, she takes up his reaching hand and plants a firm kiss on his knuckles, as if she were the debonair courtier out to charm him.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen stops her from taking the ring off. "No, not now. I assume you want to show off." The wizard says with a smirk and a grin as he finally sits up and tries to help Felicia to her feet. "Now, I've got to take a nap and get ready for the rest of the day." Stephen smirks as he helps Felicia, or is helped by Felicia more likely to his feet. "There's much more work to be done." Stephen notes before yawning and starting to walk towards the entry way of the kitchen, his cup of tea remains untouched, but that's okay.

Black Cat has posed:
The ring gleams on her finger, fitted perfectly as is its magical wont. Felicia does aid in getting her beau to his feet and though he does leave the tea behind at the table, it's not there for long.

"Hey, I made this for you, come on," the thief gently berates him as she half-blocks his exit and hands it to him. "At least drink some of it! You're still cold -- don't make me mother-hen you more."

Then he's sent off with a firm if brief kiss before Felicia returns to the table to finally eat her toast, looking more than a little like she's walking on clouds.