F is for Ferret (Instead of Cat, Because REASONS)

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

So Frank had a ferret now. It's best not to question where the ferret came from, or what had happened to Frank's last "pet," which had been a rat. The fact of the matter was that Frank now had a ferret and that said ferret was proving to be a rather tricksy individual. She had squirmed away from Frank during one of their play sessions, and then scampered off into the dorm rooms. Of course Frank had followed, but she'd soon found out something that she hadn't known about ferrets:

they were fast.

Which mostly meant that Frank was skidding about and running into things, usually as noisily as possible. She'd no doubt collect a few bruises along the way, not to mention huffing and puffing as she went. Every now and then she had to stop and take a bite out of a package of Twizzlers that she'd been nomming on before the ferret had taken off. The next time she saw the ferret, she had apparently grabbed what appeared to be a lace handkerchief from somewhere. There was this moment when they both stopped and looked at each other, as if needing to pause to admit that yes, yes, this was actually happening; there was a ferret that Frank apparently owned that now had a lace handkerchief in its mouth.

And then it was off again. This time, heading right from the stairs. Frank took another big bite out of the candy and tumbled after it, crashing down the stairs in about as noisy a fashion as she could manage. Within moments, she'd be bursting into the room, looking about the room with this sort of manic look in her eyes.

"Has anybody seen a ferret wearing a sparkly purple collar," yeah, somehow that had not been mentioned before, "and carrying a lace handkerchief? The little bugger got away from me somehow..."

[Lydia Faust]

Why. Why did Lydia have to be so BORED. She had decided to go out for a walk, which had turned into more of a skip, with music, so she was walking, skipping and dancing to the music which not a single other soul could hear due to the earphones which were situated, funnily enough, in her ears. She turned corners at a rapid pace. Occasionally blowing the hair out of her eyes, for people to back away as a spark came off of her hair.

She ignored the occasional look she got for it. Because really, some of them had green faces. How could a green face person look at her funny for discharging electricity? That was like, totally not fair. Stupid people. Go and frog face somewhere else.

Also, as she was thinking about electricity. Thank GOODNESS that she was wearing insulated headphones. Yay for rubber! Actually, now that she thought about it... Could she get electrocuted by her own power? 

She surely would have had it happen sooner... Her thoughts then instantly melted as the song picked up and the drum beat increased in intensity. She resumed moving, this time humming while she did it. She'd probably annoy people who she walked past, not that she particularly cared... 

She should probably pay attention to where she was going- A ferret sprinted across her feet, causing her to jump. She then watched it dart towards the student lounge. She shrugged and carried on walking wondering if that was an actual ferret, or a student... 

She should really start payi- THUD! 

Lydia collided with another student who was also moving quickly, falling backwards, but not before discharging a burst of static. Thankfully she had landed on her ass.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Thuds were normal for Frank Cox. She just sort of rolled with them, sometimes, as in this case, quite literally. She connected with someone and sort of tucked and rolled, eventually colliding with a wall in a manner not unlike a pinball. Frank probably would have even let out the appropriate noise had she really been thinking about it. Right about then, she was mostly thinking "wheee" and as this was Frank, that meant that a "wheee" was coming out of her mouth.

Frank soon unwound, come out like some sort of strange human spring toy, grinning and giggling all the while. "Dude, that was cool! Did you feel a little jolty thing? Like when you rub your feet across the carpet while you're wearing songs and then you touch someone and they're all like 'ow' an' you're like ha ha, i shocked you!" Frank then giggled and leaned against the wall for a moment. She looked over at the other girl, and seeing someone she didn't recognized, she extended a hand. "Frank, Frank Cox, awesome to meet you," she would grab any offered hand and pump it most vigorously, consequences be damned. Heck, if Lydia didn't willingly raise a hand, Frank was liable to reach up and grab one for her own uses.

"Oh, and you didn't see a ferret come rushing through here did you?" asked Frank, with barely a pause in between the two statements. "Like, carrying a lace hanky or something?" Because this was clearly a normal question that normal people would ask, and not coming from a crazy person who'd spent half the time since meeting someone new giggling.

[Lydia Faust]

Lydia's head snapped upwards, looking at her unintentional victim. Why hadn't Lydia been watching where she was going? Why hadn't the other girl been watching where she was going... Well, neither of them had been, so therefore neither of them were to blame. Because logic. The other girl didn't seem to have been hurt by the thud, or by the zap!

Lydia met the other girls gaze as she spoke rapidly, a strand of her hair had fallen down to her eyes, she blew it up and a couple of blue sparks trailed from it. She didn't say anything for a second and took the other girls hand, allowing herself to get pulled to her feet.

"Yeaaaah, sorry about the zap, I do that sometimes. I'm kinda like a walking bug zapper... Except I zap everything around me... lots." Lydia smirked. Her power was kind of funny when she thought about it like that. She hadn't seriously hurt someone in like, ages. So that was something good. And she had been able to fix that poor laptops parts. Oh... And the kid she shocked, that thing too.

She smiled "Oh! I'm Lydia by the way! Lydia Faust." 

She then nodded and gestured in the direction which it had run off in "Yuuuup, It ran that-a-way I think it was going to the lounge-y area place." That was such an accurate description. Yup, Lydia was so good at this.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank had the other girl upright, which was, in her opinion, several steps in the right direction. The bug zapper comment made Frank giggle a little; she'd met students like that before. she often ended up hanging out with the lightning and energy folks simply because they had a tendency to be nearly as energetic as Frank herself. She also didn't mind getting shocked either; funny thing about being hit with mutant powers a lot: after a while, you sort of got used to it.

Aaaand the girl had a name! Lydia, and Foust, which Frank thought sounded familiar but she more or less dismissed. Lots of things sounded familiar to Frank because she talked to everrrrrrrybody and she didn't remember, like, anything. Then there was gesturing, and Frank squealed, clapped, and did a happy little dance. "Huzzah!" she cried, nodding. "C'mon then, we need to chase it... her, thiiiis one's a girl."

There was no permission, no waiting; Frank simply grabbed Lydia's hand and tugged her in the direction of the lounge. True, Lydia could break free, maybe by zapping Frank or wiggling, but who would want to do that? Much more fun to just let yourself be caught up in Tornado Frank and be dragged in her glittery wake. Which was pretty much what was happening. Right now.

[Lydia Faust]

Lydia giggled as she was pulled up by Frank, it wasn't often that she found a person nearly as energetic as herself, her being ADHD and all. She sprung to her feet and was pulled along, fairly happily by the other girl. She did her best to keep up, which was slightly difficult given that she was being pulled by the arm, but she was trying.

She wondered what the ferrets name was. Not that it was entirely relavent to looking for the small energetic animal, but Lydia was curious none the less. Should she ask? Was there really any point? She was asking. "Sooo, what's the name of the ferret?" 

Lydia had only seen ferrets up close once or twice, usually they were at those big pet stores with tons of toys for pets to mess around with, but this one was like, a pet of a girl which was something she had not seen before, which could be particularly odd, especially consdering the girl most likely lived in a dorm at the school.

Wait... Were they even aloud pets in their dorms? Lydia was unsure. Maybe she should ask and get like a kitten, or something. It might help make her feel more comfortable living there, particularly as it seemed like she would be living there for quite some time. 

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Her name is Opal, which only sorta makes sense,' replied Frank, looking over her shoulder at the girl she bodily dragged through the halls. Frank moved at a reckless speed, relying mostly on memory to get around things. This wouldn't have been a bad strategy if Frank's memory was actually somewhat reliable. She ended up running into a few things, knocking over stuff and bumping into at least two people. They somehow made it to the lounge, but that felt a lot more like a feat of luck as opposed to any skill or planning.

Frank pulled Lydia in behind her, and then stood, scanning the room intensely. she raised her hands up to cup around her eyes, working them in small circles as if she was holding a pair of binoculars. "Now, we know that the culprit made off into this location," she said, talking over her shoulder at Lydia (which took some doing, since she also had to keep her attention focused before her). "But she's way too smart, so she's probably hiding or laying low or something like that."

Frank nodded sagaciously before turning her attention back to the room. Yes, there had to be a ferret in the room... somewhere. With a lace handkerchief, which was still a little confusing, since Frank didn't even think anyone owned that sort of thing anymore.

[Lydia Faust]

Lydia giggled in what would be considered by some people to be in a slightly manic manor as she was being pulled along by the extremely insane other girl, why was this a onlooker might ask? Well the answer basically boiled down to the fact that Lydia was an incredibly hyperactive teenager who very very very rarely found anybody who was able to keep up with her... This girl was the one she was having trouble keeping up with.

It was a slightly odd, as if usual roles that Lydia was involved in were being switched. With her not being the absolute spaz of whoever she was with, although it was a rather weak comparison as Lydia was still pretty much keeping up with her, and amazingly enough for her she was also not electrocuting the other girl, even though their hands were touching.

This was an extremely unusual sensation for Lydia. Usually if a person touched her, particularly if she was active or stressed at the time, which was almost all of the time. She was giddy. "Opal, that's an awesome name for a ferret!" She then glanced around the room. There were plenty of chairs and stuff for the ferret to hide under.

She imagined it as being flattened on the ground underneath a chair, the mental image made her giggle. "Nowww, where is she?" She asked rhetorically as she began hunting for the ferret. 

Wait... At what point did she get drafted into ferret hunting? Oh well. 

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, it's actually supposed to be a name for a cat, but things got kinda mixed in translation and all," said Frank, waving a hand. She didn't feel like going into the long, in-depth conversation regarding how she'd named the ferret after a cat and had originally planned for this whole thing to involve cats in some form or fashion, since it was all rather convoluted and not in the fun way that would contribute to the conversation. Plus, they had ferret hunting to do.

"I don't know!" said Frank, though she sounded cheery about it. She too began moving furniture and things around, shifting stuff. She started with some of the chairs near the various screens, mostly because stuff fell under there that you could eat sometimes and if the ferret hadn't already gotten to it, then Frank just might vacuum it up. That was one of the sorta side effects of being a human garbage disposal: Frank kinda wanted to eat anything just because she could.

"Nothing under here but some stale cheetos!" she called, wiggling out from under the couch. She sat up, blowing her lips and looking around, trying to find a good location or see the ferret. She thought she saw something lacy ducking behind a shelf, so she dove that way, yelling and pointing with the hope that Lydia had seen it too and would help with the catching.

[Lydia Faust]

Lydia raised an eyebrow in a inquisitive manor, if such an action could be described as inquisitive. She was a little confused. How could a person mix up a ferret and a cat? The similarities between the two pretty much stopped at the two of them both having fur, well and claws. And teeth. And they scratched things. 

Lydia looked around, under cushions, shifting chairs and tables slightly. How did one find an animal which was as slippery and agile as a ferret? Further more how did one catch it once they saw it? She could quite possibly zap the poor thing, but by the sounds of it the creature had taken someone's hankerchief so a little shock might do it some good.

She peered around, still not seeing anything, and becoming frustrated at her lack of finding anything. She also began to wonder if it was even still in this room, it could have easily slipped past the two of them at any point. Or it could have climbed through an air vent or something. Did the school have air vents? It must have done, they had air conditioning systems. 

She then dashed over to where Frank had pointed and lay in wait for the animal to be coaxed out by Frank's inevitable pounce so that she could follow up if it escaped. 

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank had nearly slammed into a couch, two chairs, and various other stuff on her way toward the lacy falling thing, but she was in front of the shelf now. Frank laid on her stomach, eyeballing the structure with a critical eye. "You should totally---oh hey, you already moved, that's cool," Frank nodded then turned back. She reached out, trying to work her hand underneath the shelf. This took some wiggling, but clearly Frank was no slouch when it came to working stuff like this. She twisted, she squirmed, and she got her hand underneath.

"Ha, gotcha!" she cried, feeling something furry at her fingers. "Hey, wait, no, don't run away, Opal! I promise to name you more accurately next time!" she wiggled her fingers, feeling the ferret sliding out from under them. She wasn't entirely sure which direction it went though, but it definitely appeared to be heading out from the shelf. Frank attempted to wiggle her way out, but the shelf continued to do its expert job of keeping her trapped underneath. what resulted was essentially the girl attempting to worm, wiggling most of the shelf in her nearly violent efforts to dislodge her hand from where it had sneaked in.

[Lydia Faust]

Lydia stood guard by the other end of the shelf. The thought that she might give the little rascal a bit of a shock if she was the one to catch her. As Frank.... tried to catch the ferret. She managed to get herself stuck underneath a shelf and shortly there after the ferret dived out of the other side of the shelf running near Lydia.

Lydia then tensed her legs and made a dive for the ferret, who saw her coming and slipped away, before moving to another corner of the room, underneath sofas in what could only be described as an agressive retreat. Making the most adorable chuckling noises Lydia had ever heard.


"Over there! She's bouncing under neath those Sofa's!" Lydia pointed towards the corner of the room that the ferret had bounced off to as she exclaimed it's actions and location to her partner in ferret retrieval. 

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank could hear the chuckling, if somewhat distant, and she could hear Lydia crying out and talking about where it was. Frank worked even harder, managing to get dislodged from the shelf. Something fell down from above though, and Frank just barely managed to catch it. It seemed to be vase of some kind. Frank looked at it for a bit, tilted her head, shrugged and set it down, before bopping up.

Then Frank dove toward the sofas, running into a few other objects on her way to the ferret. By now the few other people in the room had started moving about, mostly avoiding the two ferret chasers, clearly knowing when it was best to just duck out of the way and let what was going to happen happen. Frank ended up tripping over a couch though, falling hard on the ground, hard enough to be dazed.

"Okay," she said, nodding, "feels like we've been chasing Opal for, like, months. It's totally time to finish this," she turned. "Get, like, ready to get him," and then Frank dove under the couch. And yes, she didn't quite realize that she'd said "him" for her very much female ferret. Frank's mind worked in mysterious ways, after all.

[Lydia Faust]

Lydia nodded rapiddly, this did seem to be taking quite some time. Maybe it was time they just caught the bloody ferret. Not that they hadn't been trying to already of course, it was like when people talked in moves and anime about how something was 'Over', even if there was no logic behind it, like an empty, sort of throwaway threat. 

She tensed her legs as the other girl got ready to flush the small creature out. She hadn't stopped to think before, did ferrets bite? did this one bite? She couldn't even recall. Did frank tell her that? She wasn't sure. This whole afternoon of ferret chasing was somewhat of a blur.

Was that a good sign? Was it because she was having fun, even if the other girl was actually batshit insane? Lydia decided to take it as a good sign. Any moment not spent being worried about being locked up in rubber walls was a good moment as far as she was considered. 

Suddenly! A ferret bounds across a scratched and carpeted floor, away from her master, owner, whatever Frank counted as. Lydia blinked as she realised just how quick the other creature was. She had to be faster, she pounced, hopped even. At the small creature, sweeping her hand along the carpet and catching it's underbelly and then hoisting it up into the air, fist pumping with it in hand. Letting out a gratified "HAHA!" The only thing missing was a twinkle from her eye.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Just as Frank predicted, the critter scampered away from her, and right into the hands of her helper. The blonde let out a cry of triumph, also thrusting her fist into the air. She'd probably follow with a chest bump of some kind, in fact actually started to move to do precisely that, but she stopped herself just short, not wanting to accidentally knock the ferret from the other girl's hands. No need to undo all that hard work, after all.

"Well, Opal," said Frank, leaning down to clearly address the animal, "it looks as though we have finally caught you. What do you have to say for yourself?" She actually paused, as if waiting for a response, then nodded. "I thought so: totally unrepentant. You're going to end up in the same place as all my pets," Frank waved an admonishing finger at the animal, attempting to plaster a "serious" look on her face as she did so.

And no, even she wasn't entirely certain where this place happened to be. Frank didn't worry about petty details like that. "Thanks again for your help!" she chirped, this time making sure to address the girl instead of the animal. Frank moved to scoop up the critter, wanting to transfer possession so she could go deal with the animal. "You were loads of help! I totally couldn't handle this thing by myself! Oh, oh, oh," she started to bounce with each "oh", "we should totes hang out some time! Here," she turned, practically thrusting her butt at the other girl, "my phone's in my pocket: just pull it out and you can, like, punch in your number and stuff. Go on, you know you want to," and Frank rolled her butt just slightly. A bulge did show where an expensive, top of the line cell phone happened to be. It was one of those that had been loaded with apps, though also designed and cased in such a way that a truck could probably run over it.

Which probably wasn't that surprising to anyone who'd spent more than five seconds in Frank's company.