Owner	Pose
Ivory	It's been almost two weeks when the Cape & Dater user Blackcat had met Catlover in some Manhatten downtown bar. Now, it was the evening to tuesday and Ivory does check their phone again and again. Because they had another meeting. Too bad that the Egyptian wing of the Met was closed, because they had the best cat mummies and stuff, but the first real New York Cat Caffee was almost the second best place to have some hot beverages, pet a kitten and generally talk a little. If their date would bother to show up. Well... might also be the fact that Ivory was like much too early and now sipping the fourth cup of cafe au lait..
Felicia Hardy	Ivory's date does, indeed, arrive. Early, albeit not quite as early as Ivory. While Ivory may be wearing her signature colors, Felicia is likewise dressed all in black. More casual tonight, tight leather pants slip into knee boots with a loose cami-top covering just enough of her abundant assets. Even in street clothes, her stealth skills are legendary. So while Ivory is checking their phone, Felicia rests her chin lightly upon one shoulder. "Anything good happening on Facebook?"
Ivory	Ivory indeed wore one of their signature white jackets, a padded one with three kittens napping on the back, a longhair one in blue, a persian one in white and a shorthair in black, it was combined with just regular jeans and a white Hard Rock Caffee T-shirt from Pitsburgh. Though they don't initially spot Felicia as she slips in, the sudden introduction from behind makes them jump and turn as they stood up, smiling appologetically. "Eh, just checking the clock. I totally miscalculated the time I needed to get here and spent some hour petting cats and funding the efforts to provide these former strays with a home to relax at and meals each day. You know, you can let yourself be adopted by a cat here, if you want to. That one over there with the four colors? That's Pincho. He's nice, but, so I'm told, loves to sleep on the highest shelve availeable despite having trouble getting back down on his own." No, they have not talked with the cat, that was actually in the menu: they had little blurps abotu each cat in the caffee there.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia looks from Ivory to the felines, then back, smile brightening a touch. "If I didn't know you better, I'd almost say you were taking this whole 'cat' thing a bit too far. Almost." She links arms with Ivory, then, giving a nod towards the Caffee. "So what's on the menu tonight then? We could have coffee until the Met closes, then take a look around at the Egyptian exhibit if you want." Wait-what? Did she just say wait until it -closes-...?
Ivory	Ivory took another quick glance at the cellphone clock before slipping it into their pocket. "That is like in half an hour? I mean, last entry was some half hour or such ago, and you couldn't meet earlier so we couldn't meet there, but they have a gorgeous collection... wait, did you just..."     Ther mouth opens some as they realize it was just said. "You are curator or something at the Met?! That's soo cool!"
Felicia Hardy	Felicia smiles like, well, the metaphorical cat picking canary feathers from her teeth. "Curator? Um, not exactly. I should've asked earlier if you like to take risks." Pause. "And whether you have any particular aversions to, shall we say, matters that would be considered illegal to some."     Felicia smiles sweetly at the last. "Matters involving 'breaking and entering', which...." here she lifts an index finger "... isn't always technically true. It's only B&E if you actually -break- something. We'd be only 'entering'."
Ivory	Ivory carefully eyes Felicia, white eyebrows narrowing. "Illegal? That's... you mean we'd be like sneaking into the museum?" Not that they hadn't managed to do *that* before. Well, they had technically *stayed* in the museum over closing by napping on a statue of Bast.     "Only if you promise we won't get caugt."
Felicia Hardy	Felicia tosses her head at the last, her laughter taking on an almost musical quality. "Oh my sweet darling..." she replies, tsking. "Promise we won't get *caught*? Puh-lease!" Her arm tightens around Ivory's own, then. "Come, now. It'll be fun. I promise. And absolutely no risk." Breaking into the Met. No risk. "Or little risk, so long as don't steal anything. You aren't a thief, are you?"
Ivory	Ivory raises an eyebrow, a furrow appearing between them. "I'm a designer. I don't steal what I sell." Yea, they're thinking art theft. "Your definition of fun is interesting though. You lead the way?" Ivory answers after a few moments and answering the pull with a little on the own before working themselves free to pet a passing cat on the head and then pay the bill for their boatload of coffee.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia looks pleased, and she shoots a glance over to the Met before looking back to Ivory. "You're going to have to trust me tonight. A lot." she declares. Once Ivory pays for the coffee, Felicia leads the way back out once more. Into the street and around the corner, she reaches into her handbag to pull out a pair of long, black gloves trimmed with white fur at the cuffs.     It's almost like she planned for this.     "Okay, you're going to have to climb onto my back. Piggy-back works, and I can easily support your weight."
Ivory	Ivory blinks at the odd gloves, raising a hand in protest for only a few moments. "And you are sure that is everything we need? Some gloves?" they inquire as they check their pockets in the chill air, the fingers trying to retain some warmth in them. "Wearing me like a backpack... no disguise of an sorts?"
Felicia Hardy	Felicia slips on the gloves, snugging each one up tight. She flexes the fingers, extending and retracting wicked-looking claws. "We'll be moving too fast for that. And if we go -now-, we can get inside before they turn on the alarms." Shifting the handbag strap across her chest, she turns to offer her back to Ivory. "Believe me when I tell you that you'll want to hang on tightly." Pause. "Are you afraid of heights, by the way?"
Ivory	Ivory sighs after a few moments before taking the offer, clinging on tightly, one arm over the upper torso, about the height of the collarbone, the other around the lowest rib to secure themselves. "Nope! Only skunks are rather bad to meet.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia shifts a little with the additional weight, knees bending enough for her to guide Ivory's legs around her waist as well. "Good! Hold on, then." She steps around the corner with her curious burden, where they're off the main street. Looking up, Felicia raises her right hand.     There's a <pfft!> followed by a whistling sound as she shoots a grapple line to the roof ledge. With a low whirring, the pair is dragged suddenly upward. "Still back there?"