Quick come up with something about cats

Kelby Campgrounds 
Saturday August 11, 2018

@Abraham Barlet @Frank Beringer @Sol Fay

First things first! Asha sent a text out to Levka to let him know that she and three other jaguars would be off doing some hiking and grilling in Kelby. No trouble, just hanging out, and he had prime hiking/hangout grounds.

Also, Asha brought so much food for grilling, you guys. She absolutely raided the meat place in Ravenswood and had packed a nice big cooler of meat and another of random side dishes, and she'd also brought a bunch of six-packs from her work trip. But she hoped they'd all bring more to drink and eat because what was a party without too much food?

The campsite with the grill was conveniently situated near the lake. They could grill up, shoot the shit, go hike around, maybe edge out of territory and even go for a shift? That was her cat's idea. Asha wasn't sure that could happen, but she'd keep an open mind.

But also. She had a new bikini she could show off for reasons, if swimming or even sunbathing happened, and she wouldn't push for it but it would be so nice if it happened.

Anyway, they were parked and bringing out their food and stuff towards the grill, and Asha had let the other two know about their specific location and all that too.

Abraham was here. And he was sweating. He had no idea what Frank looked like, but he was definitely picturing some kind of fifty-something doctor guy, possibly still wearing a white coat as if doctors wore that everywhere.

Would Sol enjoy this? Did she want to hang out with a bunch of old jaguars and Asha the not old jaguar?

Was he going to be grilling everything? Would his skills be judged?

Dressed in green swim trunks, a t-shirt, and unflattering flip flops, he tried to pretend he had his shit together enough that Asha wouldn't feel his nervousness. It was probably going just okay.

"What if I just go become a jaguar and hide in the water real low. And you can throw food at me."

So this was fun and super not critical of being accepted into a group that would help him more or less be a functional member of society again. He already knew so far that Asha was ok, but Abraham and Sol were who knows who and it was a bit intimidating. But, he was trying his best to be sure of himself and the situation. Ultimately, he wouldn't shift right? He just had to keep telling himself that like a mantra. It'd be fine, Frank was sure, but his cat was pacing and that was rubbing off significantly. There were steaks and shrimp already marinated ready to be thrown on the grill and several things of chips, and sodas in his car. It'd been tough to figure out what to even get considering he knew nothing about anyone's food preferences. Who didn't like surf and turf?

Frank had just pulled up in the campsite when the definitely not wilderness smell hit him after opening the driver door. After meeting Asha, he could actually pick it out to probably what could only be signature jaguar smell. It was comforting to know he was in the right place after all and the gps hadn't led him to some unknown location, ready to be mauled by mothra or whatever stupid else lived in Colorado. The lake could be seen close by as well as two figures. So that was probably where he was heading. Grabbing various bags from the trunk, Frank made the walk over, precariously holding everything.

As he neared, the hum of a voice got stronger till his ears picked up on the very last bit the guy had said. Throw food at me? For a moment, he wasn't sure if he was actually nearing the right camp site of his group or some college kids. A few more lengths, and now he could see Asha and a man, that was probably Abraham, in swim trunks. That reassured that this was in fact the campsite mentioned. "Hey," he called out with a wave. That action immediately unbalanced the sodas he'd been holding. The case fell, tore, and several cans made the roll towards the group ahead. Oops.

Hehe, guess who was running late?

This girl!

In Sol's defence, her cab driver was shit. (Sol also sort of just woke up from a nap, but, that doesn't matter.) She was certain they got every single red light to get there. For the duration of the ride, she kept asking herself if she had bought enough chips. She only bought four family-sized bags of potato chips, but weres ate, like, a lot. Maybe someone else had brought chips, too.

But, still, what if that hadn't and that was all they HAD?!

She sighed sharply.

When the cabby finally pulled up, Sol paid them and left a no-so-nice tip and then promptly left. From there, Sol followed the scent of cat. The four bags of chips were hugged to her chest. A yawn escaped her as she marched toward the campsite.

Outfit is her grey chill summer dress I'll link it later

"That would be so cute!!" Asha gushed at his suggestion, moving to wrap her arms around him briefly once his arms were free. Sweaty Barlit gave her pheromones a joyride.

It wasn't hard to miss the approach of another jaguar, her own brimming with a tail-lashing interest in pouncing everyone and being the small cat queen on top of the pile. Frank also helped by calling out, and then...

"Party started!" Asha blurted with a grin, breaking the embrace and approaching with a stoop to help pick up some cans. Carrying them to a table, she introduced, "Abraham, this is Frank, Frank, this is Abraham!"

Her cat roo'd incessantly, and boy that was annoying, but Asha was super excitable anyway!! But at least she wouldn't be the only girl anymore, because, as she turned her heel, she realized their fourth was coming up too.

Asha damn near wiggled for it, abandoning the boys to their whatever and nearly bouncing up along the sandy path to meet her halfway.

"Sol! Lemme help!"

Because four bags of chips were very difficult to manage for a were, totally.

Everything was happening so fast. Abraham needed an adult and Asha was too exuberant an adult. Abraham needed an unenthusiastic adult.

It was good to be called cute, though, and his jaguar chewed affectionately on hers for the hug. This was going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. Really. Totally.

And then there was a voice, and it sounded... younger? Than he expected? Turning, Abraham could barely hide his horror. It probably looked something like surprise.

Taller than Abraham? Check. More muscled than Abraham? Check. Younger than Abraham? Possibly. Better looking than Abraham? Absolutely. Completed more med school than Abraham? Very, very sure.

Asha flitted right over to help him with soda, but Abraham stood a deer in headlights for a few seconds. Say some words. Use your mouth, you big dumb gray-haired out of shape idiot. Your girlfriend is running off to go hang out with the other girl.

"Frank," he said, but not in the way someone would say a name, just a confused kind of sound. That was bad. Real bad. The jaguar, much more eager to be social, threatened some kind of brain shift. "Uh. Sorry. Hi, I'm- uh- Abraham, like she said."

He made a stupid sheepish face as his human brain screamed and his animal brain roo'd.

"Lemme help you with all that."

And then he approached with his arms because he had arms he'd hold things in them?

As he bent down to start picking them up his jaguar decided to just full out roo multiple times in a row as Asha approached. Ok, that wasn't ok, please stop. "Thanks," he smiled, grabbing the few still left and putting them into the bags. Gathering everything, he followed after to the tables and the guy was just standing staring, looking a like he'd seen a ghost or about to have a stroke. So this must be Abraham.

Frank listened as Asha introduced the two of them before flitting off to another approaching person. Some commotion and he figured it was the other girl expected. At the moment though, Abraham had his attention with a simple 'Frank' said in a really rather weird way of saying it. It had him shifting his weight, about to chime in with an 'Abraham' before it seemed something kicked in on the other. Maybe, he was just really shy and had problems talking to new people? It had Frank chuckling a bit, shaking his head with an amused smile.

"Happy to finally meet you. That'd be great, thanks." He handed over two bags as Abraham offered arms, grateful that now he had help for the last few lengths to the picnic table. His cat got louder, readying to pounce in a friendly jump if it got the chance. Looking back, he took in the new person as well, feeling a bit out of his element and just a bit outnumbered in experienced weres. Frank looked back to Abraham as they walked. "Was I interrupting some plans? I don't think I brought enough for a food fight if that's the case." He was still trying to figure out why Abraham would ask to have food thrown at him and if it was something Frank had to do for a sort of hazing.

Sol could hear voices ahead. She kind of forgot about the super-hearing, though, and thought they were closer than they actually were.

They weren't.

She got there eventually. Remembered she still needed to do more hiking. (But that was hardly hike, Sol, you lazy-ass.) The others came into view. Two of them were easily recognised. One wasn't. Frank, she thought.

Asha was coming over and she gave her a smile.

"Oh, I've got 'em," Sol said. Although, she wouldn't try to stop her if Asha decided to grab a couple of bags, regardless.

Good thing Sol didn't try to stop her because Asha was so gunning to be a helper she only gave a little chuckle at Sol's reassurance.

"Hiiiio how've you been," she asked, grabbing one— two— nope, three chip bags and lightly moving to hip bump her a little in playfulness. And also give her cat a chance to pounce. She walked slowly, noting the boys were Interacting™ and wanting to give them space to do so.

Okay there was chuckling happening, you're being a weirdo, Abraham, but he's playing it coool, so you play it cool, Abraham.

Meanwhile the jaguar just wanted some kind of bro-hug action going and how about not?

Also why was this guy some kind of I'm Definitely A Model In My Spare Time good looking? Like. How was that even fair. Was it too much to ask to have some old ugly jaguar in their group?

Was that Abraham? Oh God-

"No food fight, just saying dumb shit before I realized you were here," he said, but not grouchily. So the guy had also been listening to Abraham complain why was everything suffering.

But still. Still. Frank seemed okay so far. Embrace the okay, Abraham. Where was Asha and why wasn't she babysitting him. (Him being Asha, not Frank. Definitely not Frank.)

"How's your weird burn thing?"

Super pleasant casual talk!!!!

At the mention of no food fight Frank wanted to exhale in relief. "Ah ok." All that food going to waste was going to be so sad. Abraham's comment about him just being dumb though kept it in. Perhaps, it had been a couple thing? He hadn't a clue, but at least the guy was approachable from what he was gleaning.

While they reached the table, he put down the bags just as Abraham asked about his burn. He grimaced slightly at the reminder of that and the many questions said thing entailed. Currently, he had a tshirt on with swim trunks so he couldn't just show how it'd progressed in healing. That'd be a bit weird to just take a shirt off out of nowhere and be like, look at it. The healing was slow like Abraham had said, but almost completely healed at this point. Scarring was a thing and Frank wasn't too happy about that. It actually still irritated him to not know what had happened and what even his cat had been thinking. They were going to have a serious talk when he figured out this whole buddy system. Scratching the back of his neck, he answered. "It's umm, just about healed. Just really tender still." Dropping his hand, he went to set out some stuff from the bags next to the rest of the stuff the other two had brought, wanting to change the subject, but not wanting to just randomly pipe in with a half-baked 'how's the weather'. They were in the same place right now, how'd that work? "Looks like we are all set with the cat treats," he said, while also giving a pointed look to Sol and Asha coming down who had four bags of chips.

Asha’s energy was infectious. Whatever gross feelings she had been feeling before had fluttered away (a little bit). A grin appeared on Sol’s face.

"Good," she replied as three of the four bags were freed from her grasp, "you?" Either good, too, or something better, Sol thought.

The playful panther would eagerly accept and submit beneath mamajag’s pounce.

Sol fell into Asha’s slowed pace as she walked alongside her.

"What’s been going on, lately?"

An attempt to be more involved. She felt inclined to get to know her more. That very well could just be the jaguar trying to push her nearer for more pounces, though.

Her cat loved it, loved the other cat being bowled over and seeking belly-up attention. She mouthed away at the black cat's head affectionately.

"Reaaally good!" Asha smiled, and honestly she really was doing really good! "So lately, well, we found Frank. He's pretty nice, got turned recently too, so you guys'll have that in common. You might even know a few more things than he does."

She paused the next topic that might have come up, glancing at Sol, knowing she had not really talked group stuff with her much yet. It felt necessary to share, but maybe not so fast?

"How about you," she grinned, moving to shoulder bump her lightly. "The cat being annoying?"

"Hey, I went stalking through Bella Vista to try to find what attacked you but I just kind of got insulted by a hyena instead," he said in his brain, but not out loud.

Instead, he noted that Frank was changing the topic and tried to accept that no one wanted to talk about their gross slow-healing shoulder wound at a fucking picnic, Abraham.

Everything was difficult. He heard Asha talking but she wasn't here. There was something about cat treats?

"You tried catnip yet?" he asked. "Doesn't work on everyone, but, uh. It's a real cat treat for Asha."

Out of all the responses Frank had been expecting to the try for a joke that was super lame, he hadn't expected Abraham going to eating straight up catnip. Ok, then dude. That was a weighty response that he hadn't asked for. He didn't need to know about Asha getting high or how she got high. Abraham was talking about cat weed and Frank just looked at him super puzzled.

"Are you serious right now? I uh... I can't tell if you're joking... I was talking about the food?"

Sol smiled.

Asha went on to talk about Frank (she thought his name was Frederick?), a newbie. She felt kind of good about knowing more than him, but, barely — Sol thought she didn’t know that much, anyway. Asha and Abraham had been teaching her, but most of it had gone over her head due to the sheer overload. At least she had some text threads to refer back to.

"Kinda, yeah," she admitted. There was some conflict, still. Sol liked humans, the cat didn’t. The cat really liked cats, but Sol didn’t feel like intruding. She was a cuddler at heart but that was something she had to warm up to.

"Still trying to figure it out."

Frank’s voice caught her attention, causing her to briefly glance over. Her gaze didn’t last long enough to get a good look at him, yet, though. The jaguar, however, was terribly eager to say “hi” and inspect the new cat.

"Oh, yeah, that's okay, that'll take a while," she nodded. As long as her cat wasn't another murderer type, everything was okay.

"You'll get it, you're already doing great so far. And... in the meantime, weeeee.. " she verbally drum rolled as they were reaching the table and the other two cats finally.

"...can go swimming while the boys do all the work!"

A toothy grin, she mostly just wanted to see them both complain as she set the chip bags down.


Abraham knew he was talking about the food. Abraham was just trying to make dumb conversation. Abraham was going to light the grill and just stick his head into the actual flames. And then he'd heal, but not all the way.


Hello, Asha was here, and she was telling him what to do? There was an out, here.

"If... you all wanna go do stuff, I can cook."

He smiled his best normal super friendly smile! Also, he resented being called part of the collective "boys."

His jaguar made a variety of happy, unpleasant noises, and Abraham mostly was dying inside.

He blinked at the guy as an answer seemed to be slow to come out. Suddenly, Asha and Sol were here and had his attention as the two guys seemed to be roped into their talk. They were going to swim and Abraham and him were going to cook. That was fine! As long as Abraham didn't decide to grill catnip. That wasn't the type of bbq he'd signed up for.

"I can help as well, no worries." He set out the last thing from the bag, looking Sol's way with a smile. "Anddd you must be Sol. Nice to meet you." Hopefully she was nice too? She hadn't talked much on their texts.

Awhile, Asha said. Le sigh. Sol found some reassurance in the compliment.

Upon arriving to the table, Sol placed the potato chips down next to the other bags. A "yes," was excitedly whispered to Asha’s plan.

She gave Abraham smile before her attention shifted to Frederick — Frank. Who was kinda tall. And built. And. What?


Oh my God okay she just wanted to make the boys complain really but both seemed totally down to do all the work for real and more importantly than that, Sol was actually really into swimming? And who was Asha to deny her that?

"Sol, Frank, Frank, Sol," and then she looked to Abraham and pressed up at him for a smol smooch plz? And if he didn't give her one she'd give one to his cheek anyway D:<

"Come get us after, we're off to be mermaids. In Colorado."


Asha grinned to Sol, snatching towels from her bag, and, "Last one in's a tuna," she decided. And then took off, but she moved to grab Sol by the hand for the start of the run so she wouldn't be taking off alone.

She'd pull her dress off once they were closer to reveal...


Hi Sol. Hi Asha. The second one was giving him a kiss on the cheek, and he leaned into it a little, face scrunching as his jaguar offered a fleeting face bite.

Frank was offering to help cook because despite being a doctor, he couldn't recognize a man suffering. Abraham honestly never wanted to see this guy with a shirt off, anyway, so whatever. Keep your sixteen pack to yourself, magical tall attractive doctor guy.

They had like, ten thousand pounds of meat, and honestly he wasn't sure what to cook first. The grill was of decent size, but. Like. You still couldn't cook a million things at once.

A grill brush was one of a thousand things they'd brought, and so he fished it out, taking to the grill and beginning to scrape off a layer of caked on grime. This was going to take a fucking while, and then they had to heat the damn charcoal and all that. He willed himself to be social, stealing a glance over at the-

Pineapple bathing suit.

Asha had a pineapple bathing suit. Pineapples. Like. His shirt, pineapples. Like. For you, Abraham. Pineapples. Stupid goddamn dumb lame goofy too-tall Wallace popped back into his head like some stupid goddamn dumb lame goofy too-tall nice angel on his shoulder, with idiot purple eyes, whispering. How dare anyone care about you, Abraham.

And now he, Abraham, had some stupid goddamn dumb lame goofy too-gray whiskered grin that he wouldn't be able to explain to Frank. So he stared down at the grill and scraped noisily.

"If you wanna find the charcoal and all that. I'm kinda shit for small talk, but I'll do my best if you start."

Sol seemed nice at least. And yet, he was probably the most flying blind guy here in this whole experience thing. It was wild to think someone Sol's age actually knew more than he did about everything. That whole fake it till you make it was his lifeline at the moment for sure. He wasn't adverse to asking her for help, but it was just very odd to see this played out. Only approachable jaguars so far and that helped.

It seemed any group thing was going to be split again as Asha ran with Sol into the lake to become the one with the mermaids. "Alright," he called out to them. That left the two guys with the awkward small talk grill situation. Swimming would've been fun, but also leaving anyone to just cook all of this ridiculous pile of food by themselves was kinda screwed up in his opinion. There was only one grill and it looked like the combined amount of food could feed an entire army.

He looked to Abraham and found a dopey grin on the guy's face as he seemed to be scrapping the shit out of all the nasty build up. Either it was the girlfriend or he was just really into cleaning. Frank looked for the bag, trying to figure out what small talk would even work if the other party didn't particularly do well with it. "How aboutttt, what is the main thing I need to know most about Abraham?" Frank grabbed the bag and opened it, ready to pour it whenever the scrapping job was done.

Frank, not Frederick. Get it right, Sol. She made a simple smile, despite the jaguar trying to stretch over for his.

The mention of tuna suddenly made her hanker for some. But Asha tugging her away erased the thought, focusing more on running after her. Sol would be a close second, but happily taking the title of “tuna.”

Her bikini was about as boring and black as her outfit.

Asha was already in The Greatest of Moods™ but as she revealed her fruit-clad self to the world and also to Abraham, she caught a wave of palpable good feelings off him and it made her look back a second with a smile. But quick! Time to jump into the water!

Thank goodness August water tended to be a bit warmed up. For all this was intended to be a race, the cat demanded she take Sol's hand again and drag her in a bit. Her cat moved to groom Sol's possessively.

"I've never swam in this lake before. You know if we do some hiking also we can find waterfalls?"

Waterfalls were soooo pretty.

That really was the most important thing to know about Abraham. He was shit for smalltalk. Scraping the grate clean, he looked to Frank.

Hopefully... hopefully the guy knew to pyramid the charcoal, or else Abraham was going to have to school him. Which he was absolutely willing to do. He returned to the bag of grill stuff to grab lighter fluid and a lengthy stick lighter.

"You go first about you," he decided, needing an example to work from for whatever the hell "most important" meant for a were-jaguar.

That was a cop out Abraham! He hadn't prepared an answer, intending to gauge it off of his. Now the spotlight was on Frank. As Abraham moved out of the way, he started setting up the charcoal how you're supposed to because this wasn't his first rodeo. "Hmm well, I suppose that's fair." It was not fair. A stupid shit-eating grin graced his features realizing how he could answer.

"My favorite film is Monty Python and the Holy Grill," he said with a perfectly normal sounding voice, but desperately keeping back a laugh as he stacked their grill to-be's fire source. Frank put the last charcoal down as he shot a look Abraham's way, hoping to see how he handled the joke. Please, it was so good.

Frank got all smiley and Abraham wanted to back away a little because he felt like he'd stumbled into some kind of trap he didn't know about.

And then... uh.

Some kind of. Was that a pun? Or was he mishearing? Either way, he just. Strangled a chuckle out of his own body that sounded pretty convincing. Look. Look. Frank was trying to be nice with you. Have some fucking fun, goddamnit.

"So you're a dad jokes kind of guy?" he said, handing over the lighter and fluid to Frank if he wanted it.

Abraham might be chuckling, but Frank was laughing a ridiculous amount. It had taken a lot to keep that in and the response just made it funnier. He took a breath, calming his breathing just a bit, but a few laughs still escaped occasionally as he grabbed the lighter and fluid. Personally, he was used to a gas grill so he was probably about to put too much or too little of it on the charcoal, but ok then. Soaking them just so, he answered now that he had a handle on breathing.

"I'm definitely partial to those. It's not good to always be serious." His eyes crinkled with his smile before lighting the coals.

Frank was cracking himself up, and Abraham barely knew what to do about it. It was good! It was a good thing! Just. Livelier than Abraham had expected him to be.

"I try to manage that when I can," he said, heading toward a pack of steaks and ripping open the plastic. It would take a bit for the grill to heat, but. It was something to do.

"I bet you'll fit in real nice around here. Like. Levity's good. Helps everyone."

The news that he also tried to joke when possible was nice. They'd all get along great if senses of humor were aligned and it seemed they were so far with both Asha and Abraham. Hopefully, Sol liked jokes too.

He put down the lighter and fluid on the table before turning back to make sure that the fire had kept up. It seemed to be taking for sure and not about to go out anytime soon much to his delight. Frank nodded at Abraham's comment, smile still there, happy to hear he thought so. He'd been a bit nervous about the guy so that was heartening. "Well, thanks. I hope so." Abraham was occupied with the steak which was really all the grill could handle at first when it was ready sooooo as not to be in the way, he grabbed some spices and placed them within reaching distance. "So?" Deal was a deal.

Abraham would have kept the conversation indefinitely on Frank were it possible.

But it was being turned back to him, and as he did steak stuff Drew didn't write out because she knows nothing about steaks or cooking, he scrunched his face a little.

"Not good at talking about myself?" he said, trying to be lighthearted about it. "I guess what you see is what you get. Minus the jaguar part. Just a guy trying to keep everyone happy and not shift and eat anyone. Or get eaten."

Real fun, Abraham!

Well honestly that was the most genuine response and he hadn't expected that considering his own ridiculous one. Frank watched Abraham, not really knowing what else he could do without getting in the way. So, he sat down on the table's bench, body outwards so he could watch the grill and the other jaguar just in case his help was needed.

"Well those are admirable traits and a good sum up I'd say." His hand managed to find a twist tie and Frank proceeded to wrap several fingers and unwrap, just something to fidget with and keep hands busy.

Nope. Not here to be admirable. He waved a hand at that with a small huff. It was just easier when everyone wasn't fucking miserable and full of drama all the time. Enough of that popped up on its own without his help.

Abraham wasn't sure what else to say, which was the story of his life, so he'd settle in to start cooking all this. Maybe trade spots with Frank every now and then.

Hopefully Asha and Sol were less awkward than he was. Abraham, really, had little doubt about that.

Two less awkward chicks coming right up! After... after a while. When Asha could no longer resist the mouthwatering smell of meat cooking from up on the shore.

Group stuff hadn't come up while they were busy being cat mermaids, play and splashing being more the flavor of their time together, but eventually Asha and Sol were back clad up in towels, hair frazzled from water.

"Gimme," she smiled toothily, reaching out with a grabby hand like a toddler, as if she was literally gonna have a hot steak right there in her hand. Please don't, guys. Be the adults your Queen-hopeful is not. Offer her a plate like an adult do.

The food smelt even better from up close as she joined the guys with Asha. There was a grin on her face and she genuinely felt a little more relaxed. Maybe because she wasn't thinking about the sudden change from human to not and just felt positively human at that moment. Or it was the exact opposite and it was just food and being around other cats that made her feel good.

Sol opted to go with the former as she reached over to grab herself a plate.

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