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glennagirl.livejournal.com2019-10-29 10:04 am
I know there are many Cat Mamas (and Papas), out there in the MFU-niverse, and stories galore. How about we post some of our favorite Cat themed stories today, in honor of our favorite felines.
glennagirl.livejournal.com2019-10-29 10:37 amUse the word of the day in a few sentences and post in the comments.
[bi-ˈspōk]Part of speech: adjective
Origin: english, mid 18th century
Looking for a high-end bespoke outfit? The world's most expensive custom suit, known as the Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition, will only set you back a cool $900,000. It takes over 800 hours to stitch, featuring silk, wool, and cashmere fabric. And, oh yeah, there are only three in the world. You might be better off heading to your local tailor, instead.
Bespoke used to be bespoken, literally meaning that a clothing item was discussed beforehand — the only way to get something truly custom.
mrua7.livejournal.com2019-10-29 11:19 amIt was a bright sunny day in New York City, the temperatures were at last comfortable and the humidity gone, at least for now.
Two men, a blond and a brunette walked, or perhaps more aptly, strolled along the sidewalk. Their destination, a small tailor shop only a few blocks away and given that it was finally a pleasant day, they decided to forego a taxi.
“Would that your American summers would always be like this,” the blond mumbled.
“I have to agree with you, this is more comfortable,” Napoleon Solo smiled at a pretty blonde wearing a bright yellow mini-dress as she passed them by.
“No side trips,”Illya warned,”We do have a briefing to attend to as you recall?” Illya stopped to pet an orange tabby that had appeared from nowhere and was head bumping this leg for attention.
“I remember and I am allowed to look you know.”
“Perhaps we need to limit your ogling, say... to twice a day. It might help your concentration on other things,” the Russian smiled.
“Excuse me? I haven’t got a problem....” Solo left his sentence unfinished as he turned his attention to a redhead who’d just stepped out of a clothing shop.
“Helllooooo...” Illya called. “You were saying you do not have a problem?”
“What? Oh. Yes, I don’t have a problem concentrating.”
“Then what just happened? You could not even finish what you were saying to me.”
Solo scrunched up his face at his partner.”Hey, when something important is going on, I pay attention. At least I don’t have my nose buried in a science journal all the time, letting the world pass me by like someone I know...”
“Oh really? Those journals have given me quite a bit of useful knowledge for our assignments.”
“Oh and I suppose ‘Schrodinger’s Cat’ has come in real handy while in the field?”
Illya was momentarily surprised that his partner even knew of the physics term.”
That my friend is an older theory, though a viable one; it can even be applied to this conversation. “just like Schrödinger's cat being alive and dead at the same time”, this conversation currently has both “good and bad” probabilistic outcomes. The only way to find out is to “open the box” so to speak...., in other words collapse the wave-function of an uncertain action into a specific outcome.”
“Huh?” Napoleon now looked bewildered.
“If we continue along our merry way towards headquarters with you stopping your gaping at the women who pass us, then all will be good as I will help you clear your desk of reports, if we do not...well your reports will remain untouched by me.”
“This is Schrodinger’s Cat?”
“Yes in his theory the cat is either dead or alive....it is a thought experiment, a paradox, and illustrates what Schrodinger saw as the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects. The thought experiment presents a cat that might be alive or dead, depending on an earlier random event. In the course of developing this experiment, he coined the term Verschränkung, meaning entanglement.”
“Sorry but I think you’ve lost me chum. So what do I have to do to get you to help me with my reports?”
“Stop the flirtatious wanderings with your eyes and the outcome will be good, continue to do so and the outcome will be bad as you will not receive any assistance from me...not a true paradox but it will do...” Illya smiled.
“You know deep down you’re really shallow Kuryakin.”
“Ah, you are beginning to understand the theory, as that my friend was indeed a paradox.”
Napoleon huffed, not quite sure where the conversation was going, and cocked his eyebrows at his partner’s proposal. He stopped walking, pointing his finger at the Russian.
“Just for today?” He flashed his determined hazel eyes at his partner.
Illya snickered just as they reached the steps to Del Floria’s.
“All right those parameters are acceptable, just for today.”
The American snapped his fingers as he smiled.
“What was that?” Illya quirked his head.
“Ohhhh, nothing.”
Napoleon opened the door, hearing the familiar ringing of the brass bell, gesturing his hand in front of himself.
“After you,” he said, rather pleased with himself, as he’d decided he had the winning hand on this one. He could survive without any flirting, given he’d be in meetings most of the day, and Illya would be taking care of typing out the stack of reports on his desk.
“I think I like this Schrodinger’s Cat thingy,” Napoleon smiled.
“Really? That is a first,” Illya said, suddenly feeling as though he’d been had in some strange way.
mrua7.livejournal.com2019-10-29 11:45 am
mrua7.livejournal.com2019-10-29 01:00 pmDouble prompt PicFic 2018
The alleyway was dimly lit with little light except for what was shining down from the upper floors of the buildings that lined one side it and at the rear.
There was cobblestone, but most of it was covered with dirt and broken glass...not exactly an inviting place in which to be.
A black cat appeared out of nowhere, as they often do; was intent on capturing something, whether it was a mouse wasn’t clear.
Solo’s destination was at at rear of the alley, a building with a lit cross above its door.
As he walked towards it he heard footsteps behind him and slowly he drew his weapon from his shoulder holster, expecting the worst.
“Psss psss pssst. Here Moosie, come on kitty.” A girl’s voice called out.
