RHIANNON GREY
Psychic
Posts: 100
Age:
48
Occupation:
Vet/Owner of Animal Shelter
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Single
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ANGE
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 20:44:58 GMT
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Post by RHIANNON GREY on May 1, 2024 19:22:31 GMT
Climbing into the front of her truck, Rhi tucked one last bag of treats into the box on the seat next to her. It was a good thing she’d left Ptolemy in the house, if he was in his usual spot up front with her his nose would’ve already been in the box, trying to snuffle out the treats. He’d already had a couple before she’d left, a reward for him being stuck in the office while she did a part of her job he couldn’t accompany her on. Somehow the fresh packet of salmon she’d tucked in to the box probably wouldn’t soothe Olive in the same way when a dog a dozen times her size invaded her space.
By now Olive probably ruled the house. She certainly had with Cassie, and despite his prickly attitude, the detective had proven to be a soft touch with the kitten from the start. He hadn’t admitted it for weeks afterwards, but he’d gone soft with that first scrap of salmon. Obviously, he hadn’t known it when he’d thrown it to the cat, but the detective had sealed his fate right there.
It was amazing how animals worked their way into your heart. More loyal than most humans – as long as they accepted you as their person – loving, and in some cases absolutely selfless. She’d lost count of the number of times Ptolemy, or one of his predecessors had gone into a dangerous situation beside her, ready to shield her with their lives the same way she would do for them in a heartbeat. They’d been her closest partner in the military, company on long nights spent in a tent, or at home here. She wasn’t about to presume the detective’s living arrangements here, but in her head she’d imagined something very much the same. The tiny ball of black fluff accepting her new owner, no matter how sharp his attitude.
Ten minutes after pulling out of the parking lot at the clinic, Rhi was pulling up in front of Ricky’s building. Olive wouldn’t have a great deal of outdoor space here, but she wasn’t about to pull the cat from his care for that. In a town where the wildlife had a taste for blood, she would feel better knowing that Olive was likely to end up an indoor cat. The poor little thing had spent too much of her time on the streets as it was.
She tucked the box against her hip and caught the front door of the building as someone headed out. If the building itself was any sort of reflection of Olive’s new home, then it would be a comfortable one. The detective probably could’ve just told her as much and she’d have been happy – if he’d taken Olive home the first time. Knowing that she’d been the one to screw it up by taking Olive to the adoption event and allowing someone else to take her only her made her want to tick all the official boxes on this adoption all the more. Rhi adjusted the box as the elevator rose, trying to put on the best impression here. She was the one with penitence to complete after all.
That fluttery feeling filled her stomach as the elevator pinged open and she padded towards Ricky’s apartment. The detective didn’t seem like the most forgiving of men, but she’d do her best all the same – and hopefully swaying Olive would count for something. She rapped her knuckles lightly against the door, pulling two packets from the box as she heard someone approaching it on the other side. ”Hey,” she said lightly, offering one up to Ricky as he opened the door. ”Thought I’d come better come bearing some gifts. This one’s for you, and this one is so you don’t have to share tonight.” Two packets of salmon, knowing Olive, neither would be wholly safe from her. ”How’s she settling in? Hi baby.” Rhi’s voice softened as Olive paraded into view. Bigger than the last time she had seen her, and yowling a whole lot less since she hadn’t had to undergo the indignity of being stuffed into a cat carrier.
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
Shapeshifter
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on May 26, 2024 19:08:56 GMT
 ━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
Rhiannon would be dropping by today for a supposed “house-visit” which was apparently “procedure,” and though he understood why it was done, he thought it was silly in his circumstances. Clearly, Olive didn’t want to be anywhere else. Wasn’t that already enough proof that he was a good pet owner?
His apartment was always quite clean, but Ricky made sure to straighten up the place before she arrived. He emptied the litter box and refreshed her water, then fretted about anything else she might dock him for.
Before he could sink too deep into an OCD spiral, there was knocking at the door, and Ricky frowned, then picked up his phone. No missed calls from the buzzer. She must’ve found a way to let herself in.
He attempted to bury the way it made him bristle as he walked to the door, pulling it open and offering a polite, curt smile. Rhiannon was armed with a box and two packages of… salmon. Ricky had to grin at that. He reached out to take them from her and chuckled lightly. “Thank you. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the home-cooked human food.” Olive would be spoiled by it, and she would likely stop accepting her wet food altogether after this.
“Good, she━” Ricky cut himself off as Rhiannon noticed Olive at his feet, standing just inside the door, not moving too close to the threshold. Immediately, Olive began purring and rubbing herself along Ricky’s ankles, always turning back to stare up at the woman who’d taken care of her before Ricky could admit that he wanted to take her home. “She’s enjoying the attention, obviously.” He chuckled again, and stepped back, opening the door wider in invitation.
“Come in. Can I get you anything to drink? I have tea, water…” That was about it. Ricky didn’t drink soda and tried to stay away from coffee. Nothing sugary or too unhealthy.
Once the vet stepped inside, Ricky closed the door behind her and moved into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water━he’d likely get her one, too, even if she hadn’t said she wanted one. “She’s been settling in well. Actually, I think she was settled on the first day. I read that that’s out of the ordinary for cats.” But Olive had always been his. She’d been waiting for him to come to his senses, and maybe part of him had always been waiting for her.
He set the salmon in the fridge and filled up two glasses from the Brita, then walked back to Rhiannon, holding her cup until she might be able to take it. “Would you like me to hold the box?” He asked, and, suddenly, felt like he was in a job interview━or the wrong side of an interrogation. It’d been a long time since he’d felt that way. He started in anyway.
“Well, as you can see, she has all the things she needs. A litter box, toys, water… her food dish is only empty because I don’t want her to become morbidly obese.” He said with a straight face, glancing at the litter box set up in the corner of his big living room, the open-space design making it appear even larger. “She also has a sliding-glass door to do bird patrol through.” Ricky said, motioning (with a cup in hand) to the small patio on the wall across from them, and he finally let the edges of his lips quirk upwards.
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RHIANNON GREY
Psychic
Posts: 100
Age:
48
Occupation:
Vet/Owner of Animal Shelter
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 20:44:58 GMT
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Post by RHIANNON GREY on Jun 25, 2024 19:04:18 GMT
”I figured it was the least I could do for delaying her reaching her home.” Rhiannon returned his grin as she passed off the salmon. As an apology Olive was probably going to be happier with it than her owner. Still, she’d put together the second package for him, hoping he’d get at least some of it before Olive descended like a fiend, hell bent on her favourite human giving her some of what she hoped was still the cat’s favourite.
She would have thought that the treat she’d brought had bought the salmon thief to the yard, but Rhiannon knew it was the man in front of her. The second Olive had appeared, she started to purr and rub around the detective, marking him out as her person – as though she could’ve forgotten their reunion at the office – then turning back to look at her to make sure she got the message. ”She deserves it.” After her rough start in life, Rhi was glad she’d been able to rehome Olive with someone who cared the way he obviously did. She would have had a good home with Cassie too, she was sure of that, but ultimately it wouldn’t have been the perfect home. ”You’re happy here, hmm?” Rhi stooped faintly to rub her fingers over Olive’s soft head as she accepted the invitation and walked in.
Her eyes were on the cat, her smile growing as she lightly rubbed a knuckle over Olive’s velvety nose and heard the pitch of her purr change. She chuckled lightly, only half hearing the offer that followed the invite. Ricky was already moving past her, leading the way towards the kitchen when Olive pulled away to trot after him. ”Water would be great, thank you.” A quick glance around as she walked through the apartment proved that he was already making Olive as comfortable as possible.
”Most cats take a few days to settle in to a new environment. It’s a great sign that it happened so quickly for her. I guess being here with you wasn’t stressful for her.” By then Olive had already made her opinion on where she wanted to live obvious. All the yowling at Cassie had probably been her protest, her demand that the right person come and collect her. Hopefully Cassie’s new cat would be settling in the same way. Rhi made a mental note to check in with her later too. The fact that she hadn’t called yet was probably a sign that things were going better the second time around.
Hovering in the kitchen with the box against her hip, Rhi watched the detective move around his kitchen, pouring water for both of them. If he took care of Olive half as well as he did his guests then she had no need to worry. Her brows hitched at his question, chagrin warming her smile as she glanced down at the box on her hip. ”It’s for you anyway,” she explained, reaching for her glass to exchange it for the box. ”It’s the rest of the apology. I know I made a mistake when it came to Olive’s adoption. I’d like to make up for that. I’m sorry.” The words were soft, heartfelt. It would take more than the extra treats, toys and scratching post that she’d packed up in the box to make up for how she’d made the detective feel when he’d realised that his cat was gone.
Most of what was in it wouldn’t be needed. Like a new parent, the detective had filled his home with everything his new addition could possibly need. Rhi let her gaze drift over it all, taking in the rest of what she could see of the apartment at the same time. There were no hazards left out in sight, no windows left open to allow for escape. The corners of her mouth kicked up as he took her through it all. ”I can imagine she tries to convince you that she’s being starved a half dozen times a day,” she said, her eyes warm as they cut back to meet his. From his earlier comment, she imagined that he’d taken the time to research the best diet for a cat too, slotting it in alongside the preferences Olive had undoubtedly made obvious already.
Taking a small sip of her water, Rhi let her gaze drop to Olive before it returned to his mouth. The detective had a nice smile when it appeared, it was a shame she’d done so much to erase it before she’d been able to set things right. ”Can’t let those feathered pests sneak into her territory, hmm?” She imagined it would be just as important to Olive to keep the interlopers away from her person. ”How has she been doing with your work schedule? Have you got anybody to look in on her if you have to be away for an extended period?” It was a standard question, but it felt a little as though she were prying into his personal life. Was there a girlfriend in the picture? Family? Someone else for Olive to grow close to.
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
Shapeshifter
Posts: 70
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Sept 30, 2024 19:03:35 GMT
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Jul 30, 2024 19:07:22 GMT
━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
Offering to hold the box for her wasn’t supposed to be a way to take it off her hands or snoop into what was inside, but it was nice to know it was all for him, anyway. Or, rather, for Olive━and that the woman felt some remorse over what she’d done. But Ricky wasn’t angry about it anymore━not as much as he’d been that day or the subsequent ones. Rhiannon had more than made up for it.
“It’s alright,” He nodded lightly, then reached out to take the box in his newly-freed hand. Ricky only had to balance it for a few moments while he walked back into the kitchen to place it down, then returned. It was a nice reprieve from the awkward emotions arising in the conversation, anyway━going into the kitchen and coming back had almost created a little reset.
A little smile worked its way onto his face as she continued her interview, a soft chuckle slipping out of him. Olive turned to look at him with a guileless expression━almost like she knew what they were talking about and vehemently denied it. “At least.” He said, voice full of amusement. “You’d think I’d never fed her before. Or that no one had.” Within a matter of moments, though, he went back to full seriousness. “Her food bag is in the kitchen, if you’d like to see it. I decided grain-free would be the best option for her.” And she’d liked the Seafood Medley, of course. And grain-free had been by far the best choice for her.
“Exactly.” He hummed in reference to the birds, and watched as his tiny jungle cat stalked her prey, suddenly realizing a pigeon had landed on the balcony. Olive crouched low, imitating her larger, African cousin as she moved closer to the window. The interrogation resumed.
Ricky sipped from his glass and nodded slowly, “She’s fine with my work schedule. It can have odd hours at times, but I always have breaks during the day where I can stop in and see her.” She was a cat, though, so she was entirely fine on her own. That was half the appeal. “I don’t see myself being away, but… yes. I could make arrangements.” He didn’t know who the hell he’d trust, but he supposed he could try. McGrath, maybe, but he’d likely be with Ricky if he ever had to leave for an extended period, and he might use Ricky’s apartment as a free place to sleep around behind his wife’s back. He may just ask Rhiannon herself, but he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. If he ever did.
“Well, you can see that she’s being brought up in a good home.” He joked dryly, then took another sip of his water. “Is there anything else you’d like to see?” Any other questions she’d like to pelt him with?
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RHIANNON GREY
Psychic
Posts: 100
Age:
48
Occupation:
Vet/Owner of Animal Shelter
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 20:44:58 GMT
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Post by RHIANNON GREY on Aug 4, 2024 16:39:27 GMT
Perhaps that tight feeling of guilt over the time she’d cost Olive in the home she’d always been destined for would fade now that she’d made her amends. Rhiannon accepted his ‘it’s alright’ with a small smile and nod. As Ricky left the room to set the box down, she let her gaze skim over the room again – it was neat, like its owner, not a single concern in sight. No loose wires, no toxic plants. Undoubtedly he’d done his homework, the same way he seemed to have done before he had even admitted to wanting to take Olive home. If there had ever been anything like that here, and she doubted that there had been, it was gone by the time Olive reached her new kingdom.
She sipped her water, mentally running through the checklist she would physically sign off on in a few minutes – there was no point in dragging out a foregone conclusion. The moment Olive had rushed towards the detective at the shelter had confirmed who her person had always been. She’d settled in here fast because her person was here, the process far easier than it had been with Cassie. Ricky probably would have spluttered at Olive being called a bitch, his protective streak wild and deep when it came to the cat.
Affection seemed to work its way over his face as she mentioned Olive’s begging for food. Her dogs had always been the same, knowing that the bond between them meant that they could wring an extra treat or two out of her. Rhiannon chuckled lightly, the sound breaking off into a hum as Olive looked up at him. ”They’re good at that,” she said softly. ”She knows you’ll take care of her.” And perhaps he wasn’t that far off the truth. Who knew how rough Olive’s start had been, but she’d certainly been hungry when he’d found her on the streets. ”It’s a good choice,” Rhi confirmed, watching him slip back into serious mode as he made it clear he’d done his homework again. ”I’ll take a look, but I’m sure it’s the best she could possibly ask for. If she’s begging for it that much, it’s definitely alright with her.” Animals certainly made their preferences clear when it came to food. What might have been a favourite one week could have them walking away from a full bowl the next.
It was easy to imagine the detective sitting in his apartment those first few days, watching the cat almost obsessively. Brain whirring away as he tried to figure out what he might’ve forgotten in setting his home up for her. Soon enough they would have settled into a routine though, one undoubtedly led entirely by Olive, despite the detective’s belief that he was the one running things here. As though she had to prove that she ruled the roost, Olive slipped away, focused on a pigeon who had dared to invade her territory. Rhi smiled, watching for a moment long before her attention returned to Ricky. Undoubtedly the same scenario would play out again and again, the battle between cat and bird going on for years.
He wouldn’t have left Olive alone for too long if he could help it. Rhi had known he would have considered that, but had to ask all the same. Some saw cats as fully independent, believing that they were fine on their own for days at a time, as long as they had food, but it wasn’t true. Cats did live on their own terms, yes, they also formed bonds though and did pine for their owners when they weren’t there. ”It sounds like you’re doing all you can for her. If you do find yourself in need, I can always get you some numbers for pet sitting services.” Not that she imagined he would trust a stranger with Olive.
Not expecting less than perfection on his caring for Olive, Rhi had already prepared the paperwork. She had seen the home visit as just the final step in the detective’s journey to becoming Olive’s owner. ”I can,” she promised softly. ”I don’t need to see anything else. I don’t think Olive could have asked for a better home. You’re considerate, you’re taking care of all her needs to a high quality. I don’t see a single reason why Olive won’t have a long and happy life here.” Drawing the envelope containing the paperwork from the inside pocket of her jacket, Rhiannon offered it to him. ”Congratulations,” she murmured softly. She doubted she would see him back at the shelter now that Olive was home, but hopefully he would keep her on as Olive’s vet. Those biannual check ups giving her a reason to see him again, to know that Olive was thriving in his care.
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