DAME MÁS GASOLINA // OPEN - Printable Version

[size=9pt]Moon's doing his typical shit when he hears it. He's got his paws all mucked up and there's flowers and undergrowth mangled in his hair. He'd been out to visit Edgar, check up on how the poor guy was doing, but there's a weirdly familiar yelling coming from the trunk of a tree and but the idea that what he thinks is happening is actually happening is so ridiculous Moon can't help but go see for sure.

When he does, he instantly knows those wings and that voice and there's a moment where he stares, thinking, this can't possibly be what he thinks it is. There's no chance God served Gabriel up this steaming cup of karma, and for Moon? Mark him down as a Believer.

He laughs so hard he thinks he might choke, and by the time he's able to speak, there's another voice coming from inside the tree. He pauses momentarily, and realizes that the moments he has to savor this are numbered, so he makes quick work of it. "Feathers!" He calls, his voice giddy, "Who knew you were hiding such a peach!"

Versailles isn't as confused with Gabriel being stuck as she is with the fact that nobody seems to be helping him. The humor of another's simple demise is lost on her, and she's quick to push her way into the trio to give the hybrid's current situation a hard look. While she certainly has no gasoline neither the means to conjure up some, she does have her teeth if he doesn't mind her latching onto his tail. "Never thought I'd see the day a slick guy like you'd get stuck in something," she can't help but note, expression never changing as she leans down and peers at his hindquarters, trying to find something thin enough that she can latch onto. It's not like she has enough strength in her to break the log itself in half.

She doesn't understand the words that he's spilling out of his mouth but she figures it isn't much good. Versailles looks at Moon and decides he probably shouldn't be the one to yank the poor guy out of this particular situation - with the power that body has, she's a little worried he'd just tear Gabriel's tail straight off - no, blunt force isn't going to do it. The she-cat's eyes find Shininglight on the opposite end of the log and she's quick to wave her tail to catch his attention. "Hey, you, come over here and help before you get stuck too. If none of us get him out here, we might as well just roll him back to camp."

She frowns, imagining it - it wouldn't exactly be a fun ride for the hybrid. Versailles turns to Moon and makes a face at him, a little worried at his reaction towards the predicament. How is it funny? Is it natural for others to laugh at another's misfortune and embarrassment? She would never understand. "Big guy, why don't you make yourself useful and find something slippery - hell, use those big paws and lope off towards the Trickling Falls, scoop some mud up from there," she murmurs with a flick of her ear, pointing towards the thin waterfalls' general direction. Really, if they're going to laugh about it, they could at least make themselves useful.

[size=9pt]Damn. Seems he'd pissed off the robot mom. He was still chuckling as she spoke, eyes glued on Gabriel's struggling figure, and it took him a moment to realize Versailles was speaking to him. He frowned, borderline pouting. "Jeez, Chica," says the lion, "You ever heard of humor? Me and tweety bird got history; this is Karma paying his feathery ass a visit." He's still smiling, though, and even as he speaks he's heading off in the direction of Trickling Falls, wherever that is.

He manages to find it, because they're close enough and the water is loud, and he returns with paw's muddier than they usually are and a weird bowl shaped piece of wood filled with the brown stuff in his jaws. He spots Imperia as he arrives and grins around the shape, but his fangs are stained brown and it's not such a good luck. Back in time to hear Gabriel's response, he outright laughs, muffled by the bowl, and he replies once he's scaled the log on clumsy limbs. Awkward, the young lion grips the wood with unsure paws, looking thoroughly uncomfortable, but not enough to hinder his words. "Oh, Hedwig, you're making me blush." says Moon, golden gaze glinting with mirth as he hands the bowl to Versailles. "You're doing the honors. There's only, like, 3 people in this place I'd gladly rub up on and Gabriel isn't one of them. Don't tell him; he's all hung up on me, it'll break his heart."

At Moon's response, she can't help but let out a sardonic scoff. "Please, I know what humor is..." She stops for a second, and a confused expression dances on her face. "I'm just completely incapable of determining whether it's being used in a sentence or not, go figure." It should come as no surprise that Versailles' version of humor is making self-deprecating jokes directed at her obvious lack of communication skills and selective blindness towards social cues. Hey, at least she's self-aware.

"Save your little comebacks for when you're out of the log," Versailles snaps towards Gabriel, although one should take note that it's sounding a little bit lighter than before. At Imperia's and Playerone's suggestions, the she-cat stops and thinks them over before shaking her head at both theories offered - it's not completely dismissive, but not a big enthusiastic affirmative either. "We can try each if one doesn't work. Simplest is the mud, then we try to chip it off - if it's still a no-go, break the whole thing off and hope he doesn't get skewered in the process."

Besides, lathering Gabriel in mud sounds like a pretty fun thing to do.

When Moon comes back and pushes the bowl over, she gets the wonderful idea of putting a paw in before flicking, aiming to splatter some onto the other's pelt. "Sure thing, big boy, but you're not getting out of this without mud on your fur." Feeling much more satisfied, Versailles gathers whatever of the slippery, stinky mud that she could before rubbing them around the area of Gabriel's body that's pressed up against the insides of the log. He's gonna have to take a long, hot bath before he can take it out. "Hey, owl-cat, try to shake around so that the mud spreads further. My paws aren't flat enough to squeeze in."

;; i'm sick and hungry and this is basically a shitpost wyd