i'm not nosy, i'm just concerned

[shipper]

WHO: Anyone unfortunate enough to be in a public place today. (also Nepeta)
WHERE: All over the City.
WHEN: February 14, all day.
WARNINGS: SLOPPY MAKEOUTS and other various romantic shenanigans.
SUMMARY: Nepeta's emotions have gotten away from her on her first Valentine's Day, and when you've got pheromone powers that means everyone around you is going to pay the price for it.
FORMAT: Quick to start, but you guys can do whatever you like idc.

[wherever you are today, whatever you're doing, you may find yourself suddenly feeling a bit...different. that barista serving your coffee has never looked more kissable. the mental health of the landlord that you usually threaten to throw off the Brooklyn Bridge is of the utmost importance to you. you might even want to crush the dreams of your best friend and then kiss their bitter tears away.

how odd. well, nothing to it but to get those feelings out of your system. it is Valentines Day, isn't it? that's what this holiday was made for]

[ooc; ok guys, this is the catchall log for Nepeta's plot! feel free to go crazy in it, but please be sure to put your character's LOCATION, TIME, AND ANY PREFERENCES YOU HAVE (such as 'pale only' or 'closed' or w/e) in the header when you post to make it easier for people tagging you. here is the plotting post if you need to hash out any details oocly or brush up on your troll romance. have fun!]

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EVERYWHERE | EVERYTIME | SUPER OPEN

[shipper]

[wherever there are makeouts, there seems to be a tiny little alien girl in a green trenchcoat. she doesn't seem to have any malicious intents; quite the contrary, she seems to be absolutely thrilled by all the romance around here. it's probably just a weird coincidence.

...still, maybe a sharp-eyed observer might want to make sure of that. better safe than sorry, right?]

SEVENTY BILLION YEARS LATER also locked to archer

[jailbrake]

Son of a--

[there is a woman on the 7th floor of the MAC trying to get something out of a vending machine, which would be utterly innocuous if not for like everything else about the situation. she's kicking away at it with mulish tenacity, denting the front and creating a vast and reverberating boom with each new impact. the sound does not appear to be making either of the chickens she has with her, one tucked under each arm, very happy! in fact, they are squawking and attempting to break free through any means possible. most of the means are "talons."]

Fuck! I told ya, just a little more and I'll have it for sure, but I ain't letting ya -- ow! That one really hurt, you bastard!

[swordedpast]

[There is also a man passing through the seventh floor of the MAC, as it happens! He has some very serious business here tonight, and then some very serious business elsewhere tomorrow, so all in all he has a packed schedule full of serious things.

A woman kicking a vending machine while carrying a chicken under each arm does not factor into it. He turns just a little to stare at her as he passes by, and that, as far as he's concerned, will be it for his involvement in this ridiculous situation.

Except...

Some vague stirring of unrecognizable feeling slows his feet.

Oh, well. Might as well say something.]

Do you really think anything in that machine is acceptable food for chickens?

[jailbrake]

[She turns her head to verify what she suspects of that voice's origins, very much ready to locate any number of loci on his body where Archer can shove his opinions. Instead of opening up her mouth and blasting some Malandro realness, however, she hesitates. Her mouth hangs open slightly and her eyebrows knit together, as if she's thinking something over. The chickens screech in abject misery.]

Fuck if I know. Oi, do I look like a chicken scientist?

[She pauses again, this time to press her arms closer to her sides and grip the chickens more closely.]

... 's chips and all that. Birds love that shit.

[swordedpast]

[He has other business here. He's sure he has other business here. Except right now, for some reason, he can't really think of anything he's supposed to do other than make sure this irritating woman stops getting so worked up about chickens.]

Definitely not. You look like--

[In fact, she should just chill out in general. He's concerned about that, he really is.]

--someone who needs to calm down and stop worrying so much about these chickens.

[Before he can rethink why the hell he just said that, he strides forward to investigate the vending machine. Chips, chips, Cheetos, candy bars--aha. There's the row of snacks no one ever buys. Those terrible dry peanut-butter crackers, a fruit bar, and...sunflower seeds.]

I suppose it's up to me to help you with them.

[He has no idea why, but who can think about why when they're in the terrible grip of hormones? Or troll pheromones, anyway. He gives the vending machine a light shove, and as he does--

(Analysis of structure. Good, it's just an ordinary machine, no one here has fiddled with it to give it sentience or fill it with incomprehensible alien technology or anything like that (yet). The coil behind the sunflower seeds--reinforce it, while leaving the parts that hold it back as weak as ever.)

Kachunk. He reaches into the dispensing bin.]

If you just kick it like that no good comes of it, you know. You have to have a light touch.

[And magecraft, but even in the grip of whatever this is, he has the feeling that it'd be a bad idea to let Michiko Malandro know that he can use magic to steal from vending machines.]

[jailbrake]

[That feeling, for the record, is very much correct; Michiko's reaction stands as testimony to it. She responds to the concern and to the machination of the vending machine with no movement and pretty much the same exact expression! It is this one.

Still, she really should...]

... ah, thanks. [And then she quiets down for another long moment, eyes pinballing rapidfire between Archer, the vending machine, and each of the respective chickens, both of which can apparently sense the proverbial blood in the water.] You mind dropping it on the floor for 'em? Gonna be a lot harder for me to toss out, like [MEANINGFUL EYEBROW RAISE AT THE CHICKENS] this and all.

[swordedpast]

[She thanked him. He shouldn't care. Somehow, though, that makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside, and he hasn't swallowed any kittens lately.]

It's just what I needed to do so you could take care of those chickens. Was I meant to leave you in their grasp?

[Fortunately, she's bringing up another subject before he can start blushing. Quickly, he nods and tears open the seed packet, then starts to scatter them nearby on the floor.]

How difficult. Someone will need to clean up after them, and that really isn't what you do, is it?

[Normally this would be said with a million watts of sarcasm, but this time he actually sounds vaguely concerned that she might be dragged out of her comfort zone without the proper preparation.]