CONNIE YOSHIDA [Connie Yoshida is a corporate lawyer at a San Francisco law firm. She is divorced from the father of her three children. Her ex-husband is a SF police officer.] [Connie was a character in the original ftf version of CHC, which is why there isn't much background given here; the player and I are already very familiar with her. ] [GM] It's about 4:30 pm on a Friday evening, and Connie is finishing up the last of the week's paperwork, hoping to have everything done before you leave the office for once, so you won't have to take any of it home. It would be nice to be able to give the kids your undivided attention this weekend. You've been a little concerned with all the superhuman news recently- it's quite frightening, when you think about it. A bloodbath in Tel Aviv, another one in New York City, Budapest frozen, Boston in flames, Bellevue devestated by an earthquake...and all of it done by a handful of godlike human beings....if they can still be considered mere human beings. Fortunately, none of that seems to have affected San Francisco. You look up when you hear a commotion in the outer office, and see the secretaries, and several of the associates, cringing away from something that's moving close to the ground, below your range of vision, as it's blocked by an inter-office partition. You hear cries of "Call security!" "Get it out of here!" "Don't make any sudden moves!" A trio of security guards come running in, chasing whatever it is, and then your door, which was ajar, burst open as a black blur flies across your office and leaps onto your desk. A large black leapard is sitting in front of you, crouched on your desk and staring at you with bright yellow eyes. A low growling sound comes from the back of its throat. As you gasp and put up your hands, it leaps off the desk and cringes behind your chair when the three guards crowd into the doorway, guns drawn. "Easy lady," one says quietly. "Don't move, we'll try to coax it away from you...." The leapard is stretching a paw out to your grey metal lower desk drawer, and with one claw, scratching on it. It takes you a moment to recognize crudely-gouged letters in the paint: "h e l p" <><><><><> Connie: "Well!" Connie exclaims. " I suppose it was only a matter of time before some thing like this happened." Then addressing the leopard, If you would please remain behind me until security calms down." Connie then turns to the security guards with confidence. "Don't worry, guys I have every thing under control. You may leave now. And close the door on your way out. And don't give me any lip about it being a wild beast I know what I'm doing." Connie ushers them out cool as you please. And uses a little persuasion if necessary. She then turns to the Leopard. " Would you like to have a seat or would you prefer to keep out of range of the guns the security guards may be wielding?" When the Leopard has made its choice. "Fine. I suppose you know I'm a lawyer and that's why you came. It is obvious that your communication abilities are limited so let me begin by assuring you that I understand you need help and will do my best to get things straightened out. I under no circumstances will allow them to treat you like an animal. So, I'll just place this legal pad close to you and you can scratch out your name and we'll go from there. <><><><><> [GM] The security guards protest. "But-" They let you shoo them out, though. You see your senior partners looking at each other and then back at you through the office windows. The leapard makes a weary purring sound in the back of its throat as you speak to it. It wrinkles its nose as you hand it a legal pad, and tries to scratch its name, but only succeeds in shredding the yellow paper. You manage to find a bottle of fountain pen ink in your desk, and after opening that for the big cat, it can dip a claw in the ink and scratch out letters on the paper. c u r t d a w o o d n o m o n e y o n l y 1 6 <><><><><> Connie: Well Curt Dawood, You don't have to worry about money at the moment. But being a minor we should try and contact your parents. I assume you are mearly a person who has had a disturbing extra normal experience. In the mean time you need a safe place. My office will serve for now and we can arrange for some thing better later. If this condition you have persists, we will have to have you legally recognised as yourself or at the very least as a human. There are a few things I need to ask you first. I will write them down so you can refer to them as you respond. How can I contact your parents? How long have you been like this? Has this happened before? Do your parents know? Are you accused of a crime that you might need legal representation for? As he is answering she tells him. I should let you know that this firm specializes in corporate law, but it shouldn't be a problem at the moment. <><><><><> [GM] The leapard scrawls on the pad: no p a ren ts i didnt do a ny c ri me th is ha pp e ne d at z o o ca t i s i n m y b o dy! <><><><><> Connie: OH NO! Wait here! She goes to her door and calls one of her senior partners in. And ... This is Curt Dawood. He is a minor, no parents, apparently he is a victim of what ever is causing these extranormal transformations. He is occupying the body of a leapards from the zoo and the leapard is in his body. I won't ask how. I really don't want to call the police and tell them that there is a leapard that looks like a 16 year old boy on the loose. This, um, Curt came into my office and wrote on my desk here" She points to where he scratched help. "I feel we should do some thing for him. I propose I should find out if the police have any thing on what his body is up to. And then make sure it is safe. And then we need to determine how we can help him or who we should refer him to. <><><><><> [GM] Joel Gardener, one of your senior partners, is not very comfortable about coming into your office with a large leapard sitting there. And it takes a bit more talking, and some demonstrations of comprehension from Curt, before he takes you seriously, looking like he's in mild shock. "Yes, we, uh, we need to find out where his...er, body is," Gardener says, eying the cat in wonder. "Why don't you try to get more details from him, while I call the police and see if anything...odd, happened at the zoo today." He backs out of your office, still staring at Curt. <><><><><> Connie: OK Joel. Turning back to the leopard. "Curt, please describe how your body looks. The events leading to this exchange and what followed." Understanding that this may take some time and effort she gets more paper and ink for Curt and moves her computer to where she can see what he is doing and makes notes. She transcribes what he writes. <><><><><> [GM] Curtis writes as best he can. It occurs to you that some kind of extensions clipped to his paws, like what quadraplegics use to allow them to operate a keyboard with their head, might let him type faster than he can scribble barely legible notes on paper. [yeah, I know this is really annoying...figure this is about how difficult it is for Connie to read his cat-scratching ] im a w ar d o f th e s t a t e, 16, i a m b l a c k an d 5 f t 6 in 1 4 8 pd s w e a r in je a ns and b l u e ts h i r t g r ey st ri p j a c k et i was a t z o o + s t e a r i n g a t c a t j u st l o o k i n g a n d t he n i n t h i s b o d y i s a w m e g o cr a z y an d c r a w l o n g r o u nd d o n t kn w w h at ha pp e n ed t o i t/m e i e s c a p e d a t f e e d i n g t i m e s n u c k o u t o f z o o t h e n in t o c i t y i n b a c k o f a t r u c k s a w la w s i g n t h o g ht a l a y w er ma y b e c o u l d h e l p The cat looks at you pleadingly <><><><><> Connie: "Don't worry. I'll call the hospitals while Joel checks with the police." She goes to the door and gives one of the people gathered there a note on whhich she wrothe the description Curt just gave her. She then begins calling the hospitals. Would you like a little lunch? You probably missed yours." <><><><><> [GM] The boy in the cat's body is quite hungry- you find him some meat sandwiches to gobble up, while Joel checks the police and you check the hospitals. Joel gets results first. He finds you in the office next to where Curt is sitting and lapping up water, and says "Ms. Yoshida..." he frowns through the window, "the police took a young man into custody at the zoo, it sounds like Mr. Dawood. They thought the boy was on drugs, he was berserk at the zoo, thrashing about and trying to bite anyone who came near him." He looks again at the cat and shudders. "Imagine...a wild animal trapped in a human's body." "The...boy, was taken to a hospital" (the next one you were going to call) "for detoxicification...and I imagine they'll be surprised to find no drugs in his system. But they said he was seriously hurting himself, tearing at his face and bashing his head against the ground." <><><><><> Connie: Connie calls the hospital. Asks to speek with admitting to confirm the identity of the body. Then informs them: that they may not find any drugs involved this time, there may be paranormal activity associated with the sudden change in Curt's behavior and to expect herself and a few guests as well as a leopard in 15 minutes. (If her setemate should be differnt change it I have no idea where this hospital is located while Connie propably would. She tells Joel. I will be going to the hospital to speek with the staff, and I will be taking Curt with me. Would you like to come? They all climb in to her Bronko (sans Joel if he declined) and head off to the hospital. On arrival she and Curt go to the main desk identifies herself and asks who is incharge. She tells Curt to keep close and make no threatening moves. <><><><><> [GM] Joel looks at his watch and says "I have a dinner meeting with Jessup [one of your clients] in half an hour...I'm afraid I can't." He looks at Curt again. "But please call me at home tonight- before 10- and let me know what happened. This is certainly one of our stranger, er, pro-bono cases." At the hospital, the staff is more than a little perturbed to have a leapard walk in with you. When you identify yourself as a lawyer for Curt Dawood, a physician appears within thirty seconds. He looks at you grimly and says "You...represent, the young man who was brought here from the San Francisco zoo?" Something about his expression gives you a very bad feeling, and Curt senses it too, making a low growling sound which probably wasn't meant to be threatening, but causes the doctor to step back and look alarmed anyways. "We don't allow animals in the hospital, except for seeing eye dogs, Ms. Yoshida!" <><><><><> Connie: "Please don't be alarmed Doctor (What ever-I'm pretty sure he introduced himself). There are extreme circumstances. Might I suggest we go to your office and discuss the situation. That way the leopard won't bother the staff or your patients. " When in the office "Dr. ------- , I understand that the you some one identified as our client Curt Dawood, was brought in to this hospital. Could you describe his condition and your findings regarding the condition. I will then explain to the best of my knowledge what has happened and why I arrived here with a leopard. " She then turns to Curt. " If you would, please remain in the chair and stay calm I have a feeling that this will not be good news." <><><><><> [GM] Doctor Wiever takes you into his office, sits down, and says, "Ms. Yoshida....the young man was utterly berserk when he was brought to the hospital...he nearly broke his restraints, and he bit a chunk of flesh out of a nurse's forearm. Do you know that human bites are more infectious than most animal bites?" The leapard yowls softly, and he glances at it nervously. Curt subsides at a warning glance from you. "We had no choice but to sedate him, he had already torn gouges in his face, dislocated a shoulder with his mad thrashing around, and he was clearly a threat to himself and others. We feared he was on PCP, but nothing short of knocking him out would allow us to give any further treatment." He sighs. "I...don't know what happened, but....sometimes, things go wrong...." Curt's hackles are rising. "I'm sorry, Ms. Yoshida, but the young man simply died. He went into seizure, and we couldn't bring his vital signs back. There will be an autopsy, where we'll determine-" Curt is up on his feet, howling. Dr. Wiever leaps to his feet and practically vaults over his desk, cringing behind it. <><><><><> Connie: Curt! Don't! Dr. Wiever stay behind me. Connie tries to move between the doctor and Curt. Curt, calm down. If we are going to help you we need your cooperation. Please Curt. I know there is no way I can understand what you feel but I can still help. Connie gagees Curt's reaction. If she can reassure Curt before he gets out of hand she comforts him. If not she defends herself and the doctor with what ever is handy. <><><><><> [GM] The cat yowls and arches its back, and its claws tear into the chair, but with trembling muscles, it stays in its place. The catseyes fix on you, and it makes yowling noises that seem to be attempts to speak, with inadequate feline vocal equipment. <><><><><> Connie: "Whew!" Connie moves to Curt's side and puts her hand on the cats sholder. "Curt, I can't tell you that every thing will be alright. But We'll do what we can for you. Dr.Wiever, The leopard you see here has the mind of Curt Dawood and that person who was brought in has the mind of the leopard. I know that this may be difficult to believe but, since this one can write, understands english, and claims to be Curt, I certianly cannot believe it is a leopard. I feel that this is an instance of paranormal manifestation. Curt was at the zoo and looking at the leopard when this occured. Connie waits for a reaction from Dr Wiever <><><><><> [GM] Dr. Wiever looks at you like you're crazy. "A...a...he's...in there? Is this some kind of a joke? I am NOT amused, Ms. Yoshida!" Curt snarls again, and puts his forepaws up on the doctor's desk. He cringes away, as Curt scratches on the plastic mat covering the surface of the desk. I M C U R T ! The doctor stares at the crudely-scratched letters. "Oh my God!" he whispers. "But...I'm sorry...your body is dead...there's nothing we can do!" <><><><><> Connie: Dr Wiever let's not be so abrupt and limited in our thinking. Think about this for a moment. And I'm sure you can think of a few things the medical profession can do for him. Physical therapy and rehabilitation if he has difficulty with this body, refering him to some one who can give guidance in proper diet for his new body. Also he may need some way to accomplish every day tasks like writing, answering the phone and making a sandwich. You may also be able to assist in finding some one who may be able to help with the mental adjustment and some specialist who may know something about paranormal abilities so that if this happens again he will be incontrole of it himself. Just sit and think for a moment and you will come up with something. I would like to see the body and know the cause of death. Also, in this case, since if is so unusual; I would like reafermation that the body is in fact dead. <><><><><> [GM] Dr. Wiever takes a deep breath, as Curt takes several. "Umm...physical therapy...yes, we can...well, we've never done such a thing with an...animal. But, we could probably work out something." He wipes his forehead with a handkerchief. "I'm not sure we'd be the best facility for such training, though. Perhaps a veterinarian..?" Curt growls menacingly, perhaps thinking the doctor was making a joke (though he seems to have been serious.) He looks at you. "We haven't completed an autopsy yet...we're still determining cause of death. I'd say it was shock of some sort...perhaps the animal drove itself literally into a cardiac arrest...finding itself in an alien body might have driven the poor thing insane. I can personally confirm that he- that is, the body, is dead. I worked on him myself, spent fifteen minutes trying to bring his pulse and brain activity back. I couldn't." He shakes his head sadly. "I'm sorry." <><><><><> Connie: I undersatand doctor. But because of the unknowen factors I think I should see the body. Curt, do you think it would help you? Also I think a psychologist or councelor may be in order. I am concerned about what the effect of having people treat my client here, as an animal will will be. A veterinarian may be able to give technical information but the way they deal with a patient is very different from a doctor or a physical theripast. <><><><><> [GM] "I'm sure that's true," Dr. Wiever says. Curt indicates he wants to see his body. Dr. Wiever looks uncertain, but acquiesces. "You know, he'll have to find some way to, er, legally *prove* he's human, much less the...apparently deceased young man." Walking to the morgue, he asks, "How exactly did this happen?" Curt makes a despairing sound in his throat. At the morgue, you see Curt Dawood's body for the first time. He's as Curt described, a black teenager, perhaps 15 or 16, a little skinny but otherwise pleasant-looking, or would have been before. His face is bloody and marked with numerous gashes and bruises, consistent with what Dr. Wiever told you about his mad, frantic behavior. There aren't any visible injuries that look life-threatening, though. Curt hops up on the table, stares down at his body for a few long moments, then leaps off and runs out the door. "Hey!" Dr. Wiever says. He looks at you. "Umm, an animal running through the hospital isn't such a great idea..." <><><><><> Connie: I had thought of the legal ramifications. It may be difficult to prove he is Curt but not toodifficult to get him standing as a human. I hope. she adds under her breath. ... You are right I'll go find Curt. Why don't you let hospital security know that this is not a dangerous leopard. Connie heads out in persuit of Curt. It shouldn't be too difficult to find a leopard in a hospital. <><><><><> [GM] "Oh, certainly," mutters Dr. Wiever. "Just tell them, 'Don't worry about that leapard running loose through the hospital, he's not dangerous!'" You leave the morgue and follow the trails of outraged and frightened yells. You find Curt down the hall, standing up on his hind legs and batting the elevator button with his paws. Cringing away from him are several orderlies and someone in a suit, who apparently HAD been meaning to call the elevator themselves. <><><><><> Connie: Connie walkes over to the elevator. Is the indicator showing if the elivator is called lit? If not she reaches over to press the button. "Curt, need a ride some where?" <><><><><> [GM] Curt managed to press the button already. He looks at you with an unreadable expression. Although people have always anthropomorphized animals, it's just not possible to see much human emotion in the face of a leapard. But the whine of despair in the back of his throat is clear enough. <><><><><> Connie: I'll take you some place quiet where you can think OK? If Curt seems to agree she will take him to her car. Hows about a chocolate malt? It may not be leopard food but it sure is people food. I know a great place called Toy Boats not far from the beach. Shouldn't be too many people there this time of day. Connie calls the hospital on the mobil phone and has them put her through to Dr Wiever. She tells him that they are fine and wants information on what communication devices are avaliable immediatly. "Curt really needs a method of communicating." I can get a court stenograph machine but he will have trouble learning and operating it." <><><><><> [GM] [I'm not sure what kind of communications devices are used by deaf- mute people nowadays, but I assume the hospital will have something available akin to a laptop.] Curt nods, and follows you to your car, hopping into the passengers seat. You do get some looks from a few people in the area, but no one bothers you as Curt laps at the malt shake which you pour into a bowl for him. <><><><><> Connie: Connie arranges to have whatever device it is picked up in the morning. When Curt finishes she asks if he would like to go for a walk on the beach. I guess the next thing would be to find you a place to stay. It's getting late. Would you like to stay at my house untill we find you something more perminent? It would mean that you would have to put up with my children. I have three two girls 6 & 3 and an infant son. They will be too young to understand your problem so they may want to treat you like a large house cat. But I can give you a room to yourself so they shouldn't bother you too much. Just nodd if it's OK. - I can try and get you an apartment or hotel room tomorrow. You go ahead with out me if you want to be alone I'll wait by these rocks. While she waits she calls the office to let them know what has happened and that Curt will be staying with her tonight. She also calls the baby ditter and lets her know she will be a little late. And then she calls her EX to let him know that every thing is fine and a client will be staying over at her house; he is just a boy with no parents and he has no criminal record and is not her client for any thing criminal. So, he shouldn't worry. Hopefully she gets the answering machine. <><><><><> [GM] Curt nods, accepting your offer of hospitality. You make the appropriate calls (leaving a message on Mike's answering machine.) Curt is quiet on the ride to your house, with a stopover at the sitters. When you pick up the kids, they're naturally excited. Your 3 year-old [sorry, I forgot her name?] squeals "Kitty!" and practically rushes Curt before Katherine, a little more cautious, stops her. "Wow, that's a big cat, Mommy!" She looks excited and enthralled by the black leapard, but also a little nervous at a cat whose shoulder is even with her own. Russel just stares, wide-eyed. <><><><><> Connie: "Hi kids, Kath get your sister and brother in their carseats. This is Curt he will be staying with us tonight. This is my olders Katherine, Alison and Russel. I want you to be nice to Curt. Buckel up." Katherine drives them home. Fixes dinner and a room for Curt. Settles in for the evening, playing with the children and helping them learn their numbers. <><><><><> [GM] The kids love their new houseguest, and Curt seems to tolerate their "oohs" and "ahs" well enough. Katherine overcomes her trepidation and begins sitting next to the leapard whenever she can, petting him and scratching him behind the ears, which Curt doesn't seem to mind at all. At one point, Russell gets hold of his whiskers and pulls, but Curt just bats him gently with the backside of a paw, and Katherine rushes over to pull her little brother away. "That's BAD, Russel, play NICE with the kitty!" she exclaims. On your computer, Curt types (with his paws repeatedly hitting the wrong keys, eliciting frustrated noises from the back of his throat): maybbe yo shoul;d tyell kids not 2 play with other big 'kitttys' or they think all lepards r pets/ After another call to the hospital, they suggest that what Curt may actually want is something like what quadraplegics use to type; either a harness that attaches to the head, or a mouth instrument, with a pointer attached. The pointer has a flat rubber bulb at the end which facilitates pressing keys on a keyboard. Since Curt can't very well run around with something attached to his head, a pointer he can hold in his mouth sounds like a better idea. He could use it with one of those small personal diaries that are being marketed to schoolkids nowadays; they can actually send their message to another unit of identical model. His mouth may not hold a pointer designed for a human very well, but he should be able to manage until such time as someone can design one especially for a leapard. This news seems to depress Curt a great deal, though. Clumsily typing on your home computer, he writes: im ghoin be a leapord forever/ what doi do/? cant pay you no money what i do join cirfus.? <><><><><> Connie: Connie brings the older ones over and explains that this big cat is different from all other cats. If you see any other big cats you are not to go near. They are dangerous and may hurt you badly. I just thought of something. There is a baby's keyboard for the computer. It is a play mat. You lay it on the floor and place the child on it; the child pats the mat with its hand and the computer responds with sounds and pictures. Perhaps something like this would be convenient for when you are in your home. You won't be restricted to a pointer attached to you and you may use all four paws. I'm sure we can have special software dedicating special areas to commonly used words so you won't have to spell every thing out. Also you have a tail. I'm not sure what kind of control you have of it but perhaps a physical or light pointer could be attached to the tail. (Technology being developed in Palo Alto 2 years ago light pointers mounted to a hat so head movements can be used to control computers and robots designed to assist handicapped persons. Also they have eye tracking devices that were being used to direct cursor/mouse movements don't have to move the head now. Eye blinks were mouse clicks. The professionals in this area would probably know about these developments. Also there are artificial voice boxes that were developed for people who have lost theirs to cancer. You sound mechanical but and have to learn breath control and Curt may or may not figure out how to move his lips and tongue to approximate sounds; speech therapy. Consonants could be very hard.) I have no idea these strange powers that keep manifesting are unpredictable who knows what the extent of your powers are. As for what to do remember that you are a ward of the state I believe we can prove it. You are a minor and need to complete school. You have plenty of time to decide what you want to do. There are many professions where you don't have to be physically able to perform but mentally on the ball. <><><><><> [GM] "How come Curt isn't dangerous, Mommy?" Katherine asks. "He's a SMART kitty!" giggles Allison. To that, you get treated to the unique sight of a leapard rolling its eyes. Then he makes an amused purring noise. Allison says " 'Welcome!" cheerfully. Curt's head snaps up and he stares at Allison intently, with bright green eyes. <><><><><> Connie: (You'e starting the children off aren't you. Ohboy, I'm in for it now.) Curt isn't just a smart kitty he is a person just like we are. But he had an accident. You know about all those people with strange powers that I watch on the news. Well, not all of them want to blow things up. Curt here was turned into a leopard he used to be a boy. Now I'm going to help him. That's right Allison, he should be treated as any person who is a guest here. You should remember your manners around him. ( She doesn't get it yet that Allison was responding to Curt and not welcoming him to their home.) <><><><><> [GM] [maybe. ] "You mean people really can turn into animals?" Katherine exclaims. "Can I turn into a bird and fly?" Alison comes over to Curt and starts showing him her toys. Curt cocks his head at her. Alison squints and says "What's a my morfarager?" Curt's feline eyes go wide and he actually jumps into the air, landing with a startled yowl. Alison puts her hands to her mouth and stares back at him. Katherine, sitting on your lap, looks puzzled. Then Alison takes a step back, staggers and falls over, gasping in a high-pitched voice "aaa! What the hell?" The leapard jerks and then begins thrashing on the ground, screaming. Katherine begins screaming also, and Russel, who's only a couple feet from the cat who seems to have suddenly gone insane, begins crying. <><><><><> Connie: Katherine, it's not normal that people turn into animals and not everyone can do it. Connie picks up Russell and gives him to Katherine take your brother to the kitchen! Curt?" Connie goes over to the leopard with a blanket to hold the animal still. Curt. it's OK. Calm down. Allison, go to the kitchen with your sister. <><><><><> [GM] The cat continues to thrash about, and when it sees you, it digs it claws into your shoulder, howling. "THAT'S NOT CURT!" Alison screams. "I'M CURT!" <><><><><> Connie: Connie wences and holds the leopard securly. (Well as best she can.) Curt bring us another blanket and wrap it around us both. I have to keep her from hurting herself. There is another throw on the chair in the living room.) It's OK Alison I'm here. Connie keeps talking to her to calm her down. <><><><><> [GM] After inflicting another gash across your cheek, the leapard begins to stop thrashing about, and begins making heart-rending mewling sounds, like a baby trying to cry through a cat's mouth. "This is what happened before," Alison says, looking and sounding a little dazed. She rises to her feet unsteadily, stumbles, and picks herself up again, walks clumsily to the second blanket and drags it back in. It's eerie and disturbing, hearing your three year-old suddenly speaking with an adult vocabulary. "She heard me, I thought she did," Curt/Alison is slurring his/her words a bit, "and when I stared at her and was trying to see if she could hear what I was thinking again, we....I was here, and she's...THERE." The big cat trembles and looks at you with unblinking green eyes. <><><><><> Connie: Frightened that she will lose her daughter, Connie tries to keep calm. "Curt, I want my daughter back." I don't care how you do it. My daughter is 3 years old she won't be able to handle this. She goes back to consolling her daughter/leopard. <><><><><> [GM] "It was an ACCIDENT!" Curt says, sounding rather whiny with Alison's little-girl voice. "I don't know how it happened! I don't know if I can switch us back!" He walks around the two of you, and tries to fix his/her eyes on the leapard's. As soon as Alison sees her own body looking back at her, she becomes hysterical again, screaming and trying to kick out with her feline limbs. You're having trouble holding her down; the cat is strong! <><><><><> Connie: Alison, please calm down, Mommy needs you to be still. Allison I want you to pretend to be looking into a mirror. Look at how you are dressed for bed, how your hair looks and think how pretty your eyes are. Alison your eyes are so pretty Allison look at your eyes. Mommy is here. Just pretend to look in the mirror. <><><><><> [GM] The leapard stops struggling so fiercely, and looks at Alison/Curt, making pitiful whining sounds. Alison/Curt makes a gurgling noise, then her eyes go wide and she falls over backwards. The noises the leapard is making change in tone, to a startled, unsteady growl, then a muffled wheeze as it tries to get up. Alison, meanwhile, lying on the ground, shrieks "MOOOMMMMYYYY!" and then starts bawling. <><><><><> Connie: Connie crawls over to Alison and holds her. "It's OK now. It's all over." She turns to Curt. " Are you OK?" <><><><><> [GM] Alison clings to you, crying. Curt makes a wheezing sound in the back of his throat, then groggily begins trying to disentangle himself from the blanket. You hear Katherine saying "Mommy?" from the next room, sounding very worried. <><><><><> Connie: It's OK Kathy. Every thing is going to be fine. Why don't you get us all some cookies and milk. Put Russell in the highchair. Connie figures this will take Katherine some time. She takes Alison to the couch and sits down. "OH Curt that really frightened me. Whew! I guess Alison is scared too." Connie watches to see if how Curt is and contimues to calm Alison. <><><><><> [GM] Alison continues to sniffle, and mumbles something incoherent about "colors", while you soothe her. Curt walks in a circle several times, shaking his head, then sits down and looks at Alison and you worriedly from across the room. Katherine comes into the room a few minutes later, with three glasses of milk clutched awkwardly against her chest and a bag of Doubleday chocolate chip cookies sitting on top of them, about to fall out of her arms. "I couldn't carry a bowl too but I'll get one for you in a minute Curt," she says to the cat. She walks to where you're sitting on the couch and looks at Alison. "What's wrong Mommy? Look Alison, I brought cookies, and Curt can have some too!" "Don't wanna play with kitty no more!" mumbles Alison. <><><><><> Connie: It's OK, You don't have to play with Curt. I'm sure he didn't mean that to happen. Don't worry Curt. I know you didn't intend this to happen. I can't say that It doesn't frighten me. But you are still welcome here. Though Alison may not be so friendly. Thank you Kathy. Could you bring Russell back in when you are done. I'll but The Little Mermaid in the recorder and we can all watch. While they get all this going Connie tells Curt; We'll talk about when we get the children to bed. I just want to get the children calmed down. When the Little Mermaid begins she goes to the bathroom, cleans and dresses the cuts from the leopard. She changes into her sweats and settles on the couch with Russel and Alison for cookies, milk and a Disney video. <><><><><> [GM] Alison is somewhat soothed by Ariel's singing and cavorting, and she's asleep before the first appearance of the Sea Hag. Russel remains awake, playing with his milk and cookies, but he's getting sluggish, so you don't have any difficulty putting him to bed. Katherine isn't so easy to deflect; she noticed your torn clothes and blood seeping from your shoulders before you changed, and asks "How come Curt scratched you, Mommy? I thought you said he's safe." She looks at the black leapard a little nervously, obviously reluctant to reclassify him as unfriendly, but the thought of a cat that outweighs her suddenly turning hostile must be pretty frightening. <><><><><> Connie: Well, Kathy this is difficult to explain. This happened accidentially while we were trying to calm Alison. A human in a leopards body has to be very carefull they may not remember that they have sharp claws. These are small cuts and don't hurt too much. Now you get ready for bed. Curt and I have some things to talk about. Connie joins her daughter in brushing teeth and then tucks Katherine in bed. She checks on Russel and Alison before heading down to "talk" with Curt. <><><><><> [GM] Alison stirs, and still seems to be quite shaken up by her experience. "Wanna sleep with you, Mommy..." <><><><><> Connie: "OK honey." She picks up Alison and brings her to her room and tucks her into bed. "I have a few things to do and then I'll be comming to bed. You can sleep with Ariel untill I come to bed. Love you little one." she bends over her and gives her a kis on the forhead. <><><><><> [GM] Alison clutches Ariel while you head downstairs. Curt is experimenting with the TV channel changer, trying to manipulate it with his paws. He can do it, but he tends to find it easier to use his claws to push the buttons, and that gouges the little rubber pads. He sighs and bats it aside. He walks over to your laptop and types: im sorry didnt now thsat coiuld happen agin isalison ok?>? <><><><><> Connie: Yes, Curt she is a bit shook up but I think she'll be fine. She'll be sleeping with me tonight. I want you to know that I don't hold it against you that this happened but in the future, now that you know you need to be careful. You know not only that it can happen again but that you can do it at will. And don't worry about the chanel changer.They are easily replaced. I usually get up at 5:00 and get a head start on the day. The children are usually up by 6:00 and we are out by 6:30 or so. I drop them off at the sitters at about 6:45. That leaves an hour and 15 minutes for commute and what ever we need to do before work. I'll show you to the guest bedroom. It has an attached bath. If you need any help with the water spiggets or any thing let me know. There are clean towels on the rack in the bathroom as well as toiletries. Help yourself to any of these. <><><><><> [GM] You sleep soundly, with Alison snuggled next to you. In the morning, everyone gets ready for the day as usual. Katherine has taken to speaking to Curt like a person, and asks him lots of questions which he obviously can't answer very easily. Alison doesn't seem quite as frightened of the cat as she was last night, but she watches him a lot, and doesn't get too close. Curt is able to be somewhat helpful, since he can keep an eye on the children while you're getting ready for work. Once the kids are dropped off, you're able to let Curt type on the laptop again. He's becoming a little more facile with it: last, nigyht b4 i accidtyl switcd w/ali she heasrd whati was thinjkingq! like mind=reder <><><><><> Connie: Well, may be you also have the ability to project your thoughts. That would make communication easier for you. <><><><><> [GM] Curt types: i thougt ofthat iv tried 2 project thoughyts2 ali and thats whn we swithced <><><><><> Connie: Connie heaves a sigh, I hope you are mistaken. I suppose I should look into this. Connie falls silent contemplating the possible plight of a telepath 2 year old. Let alone her 2 year old. <><><><><> [GM] Curt types: sowhat we do now/ You have a number of appointments today, and you don't imagine most of your clients will be thrilled at their lawyer keeping a pet leapard in your office. <><><><><> Connie: "I don't have clients untill 11:00. When we get to the office well try to contact a judge who can give authorize a leopard within city limits. Then I'll get the secretary to start hunting for appartments that will allow leopard/paranormals rent. Then since you are a ward of the state we need to contact them and set up some thing with them for your keep and get their cooperation in geting you citizenship." Connie drives into the parking lot and pays the horrible parking fee. And leads the way to the office. "I'm sure everyone will want to talk to me when we get in. This might be boering." <><><><><> [GM] Everyone does want to talk to you when you get in, especially a couple of the senior partners. It takes a while to convince them that you're serious about a teenage boy inhabiting the body of this large black panther, and they still remain a little skeptical, but Curt can provide some pretty convincing demonstrations of sentience. "Even so," says Mr. Lagersfeld, "a leapard prowling around the office just doesn't....look right. I appreciate that the young man is in a....difficult situation." Curt rolls his eyes. "But after today, I'd rather not have to explain to our clients why we have a jungle cat as an office mascot, all right?" Joel Gardner smiles a little, though. He's a little younger and slightly more easygoing than John Lagersfeld. "Now, umm, how's the Metruit file?" Curt waits quietly in your office while you get updated on the day's appointments, pull folders, make phone calls, and so forth. You get a little bit of free time before your first client, and are able to make an appointment with social services, and with a municipal court judge. Handling all of Curt's legal needs is going to prove rather time consuming, though, and it's not like you have an excess of free time. <><><><><> Connie: Connie has the secretary look for an apartment for Curt. She also has her call the hospital and get a list of housing for the handy caped. Curt will not be able to cook his own meals open doors and such. Gives the Dr. Wievers namd and number as refrences and has her call for a list of therapists and specialists. "This is going to be a boring day for you if all you get to do is hang around here. If you think of any thing you want to do, let me know. Hopefully she will find an apartment for you. and you can go check it out." <><><><><> [GM] Curt types: like theres anywere i cango andnot have cops shioot me The secretaries, once they get used to the novelty of an intelligent leapard in the office, are pretty tolerant; in fact, they seem to like him. There is a conference room with a television set where Curt can ensconce himself and watch TV. You've been through two of your appointments, and are getting some of your work done, when a pair of clean-cut men in dark suits are ushered in by the receptionist. "These men say they want to talk to you, Ms. Yoshida." She looks a little nervous. The first one holds out a badge, and says "Special Agent Brian Grey, Department of Justice. This is Special Agent Kyle Severn. We'd like to talk to you about Curt Dawood. I understand you've assumed temporary custody of him?" <><><><><> Connie: Yes, custody isn't exactly what it's called. I am his attorney, his legal representitive. May I help you? Connie motions to the chairs indicating that they are welcome to sit. <><><><><> [GM] They sit down, looking around. "Umm, where is he now? I understand that he had a....metahuman incident. And he's now possessing the body of a leapard?" "Our agency- it's not really its own agency yet, but it will be- is responsible for gathering information about metahumans, and recruiting them when possible. I think Mr. Dawood could benefit a great deal by cooperating with us." <><><><><> Connie: Well, humm, What is your "agency"? And how did you obtain information on Curt Dawood? As soon as they explain she asks for their identification. She intends on checking them out thoroughly. Thinking: I'm not going to let them any where near untill I know they are legitimate. Then I'll let Curt decide what he wants to do. <><><><><> [GM] "The Department of Justice, ma'am, like we told you." He relinquishes his badge readily enough, and says "We're working in conjunction with the FBI- you can call the San Francisco bureau office. We also work in conjunction with local police departments; in fact, we have authority to demand assistance from *any* government agency right now. We learned about Curt Dawood because we have an entire investigative branch that's doing nothing but monitoring all police reports, news flashes, and every other information sources for indications of metahuman activities. So we found out about the kid that turned into a leapard within hours." <><><><><> Connie: You also mentioned that your "agency" is "not really its own agency yet". Connie writes down their names and ID numbers. Sits down with them and asks with genuine interest. Beyons gathering information on meta humans what else does your agency handle? My client has alot of special needs now; physical emotional and legal. <><><><><> [GM] "Right now we're operating under special joint jurisdiction of the Department of Justice and the Department of Defense. We're fully deputized federal agents. We also have some extraordinary powers granted to us by executive order, basically to let us deal with metahuman criminals that the law as currently written isn't equipped to deal with." "Besides gathering information on metahumans, we try to safeguard the public against lunatics like Deathstorm and Cyclone. Right now, the only real way we can do that is by recruiting metahumans of our own. Metahumans who work for us help capture super-terrorists like the ones I just mentioned, as well as helping our researchers learn more about their powers, so maybe normal law enforcement authorities can be equipped with the means to stop superhuman criminals." <><><><><> Connie: Well, I'll have Janice (the research person) check your ID. And when I get back we can discuss in detail what involvement is possible. If every thing checks out I can present the options to my client. I'll be back momentarialy. Connie makes her way to Janices desk. "Janice I need you to confirm that Special Agents Brian Grey & Kyle Severn are currently working for the Justice Dept in conjunction with the FBI to investigate and recruit meta humans. Here are their ID #'s. Get them to give you a description of these two as well. There are a lot of dangerous & powerful people interested in meta humans. I want to be sure I'm not feeding Curt to the wolves. If you get any thing else useful either confirming them or not, let me know." Connie returns to her office. "I have Janice checking your ID now. I don't mean to be uncooperative but as you know there are a lot of people interested in meta humans and not al of them are nice. I'm sure you understand." <><><><><> [GM] "Of course," says Agent Grey, though he looks mildly annoyed. They probably aren't used to having people actually *check* their badges. "Can I ask what exactly IS Mr. Dawood's legal status right now? As I understand it, he WAS a minor, and a ward of the state. Now, isn't he technically deceased? In what capacity are you representing him?" <><><><><> Connie: Now that is a problem isn't it. Technically his "death" has nothing to do with it. He is still a minor in both the age of the mind as well as the age of the leopard. What I need to do is have him recognized as a citizen with all the rights and privelegs. And, as a centient being; no longer property of the zoo. It's not considered illegal to confine, kidnap, murder, enslave, what ever, a leopard. And cruelty to animals surely won't protect him from any thing. Also as it stands, he does not have the right to own property or vote when he is old enough, which in the future, I'm sure he would want. Establishing his true identity are secondary at the moment. Legally he is a leopard now. When I speek with the judge this afternoon that may change. <><><><><> [GM] "Interesting problem," Agent Grey says. "Of course, under government protection, he'd be a lot safer than if he's staying with you with the legal status of a pet- an illegal pet, at that- until you finish your legal maneuvers, however long that may take. You're kind of assuming it will be easy to persuade a judge to give a leapard full citizenship rights, and then to enforce that ruling." <><><><><> Connie: Is that a proposition agent Gray? (to herself: Or an attempt to weeken my position? Well I'm no pushover.) If so, perhaps you should think this out before you bring up the illegal "pet" issue. He is my client. And contrary to popular movies of the week, not all parts of the judicial system are slow or unsympathetic to unusual situations. However, I recognize that he is in a vulnerable position at the moment. And I would be happy to work out a contract in good faith, with an appropriate benificiary agent should my client desire. Would either of you care for a cup of coffee while we wait for the results? <><><><><> [GM] They turn down the coffee. Janice returns shortly, and confirms that they are who they claim to be. <><><><><> Connie: Good, thank you Janice. Well gentelmen, now that we have established your bonifides, it would help me if you would give me particulars on what you have in mind for Mr. Dawood. I will set up a meeting with you if Mr. Dawood wishes. But you should be for warned that his communication abilities at present are limited and we would need time to aquire and set up the equipment we have ordered that would allow him to more clearly express himself. Once I speek with my client and he agrees to meet with you we can begin scheduling. Or if I can get the equipment today we could set it up for later this afternoon. <><><><><> [GM] The federal agents don't look at all pleased about being put off. "Well...we'd like to talk to him as soon as possible," says Agent Gray. "Just what equipment do you need? If it's anything readily available, we can probably get it pretty quickly. And I'm sure our research team can come up with a superior method of communication for him, some kind of special gadget or something." <><><><><> Connie: Thank you Agent Gray. We have ordered a few devices from the Hospital with the intent of trying a few out to see which works best. There are a few experimental models which we do not have access to, but they are designed for the deaf and physically challenged. Perhaps some one could develop an interface along the line of the work being done in Palo Alto. With a IR pointer or eye tracking mouse, a computer and a robotic arm. Or some thing along a touch pad for the floor that will allow Kurt to access a computer with all four paws. Dr Wiever at the ???? Hospital knows of our case and has arranged to have something avaliable. I have arranged to have it delivered here and expect it just before noon. You are welcome to contact Dr Wiever if you have any way to expidite the process. I have to see Curt now; if you will excuse me. You can remain here and make any calls you may need from here. If they have nothing further. She goes to let Curt in on the new development. <><><><><> [GM] Curt seems uneasy at the sudden interest of the government. He types on your laptop: what yu think thye wanmt withmeA? What shold i do? <><><><><> Connie: They probably want to make you a government agent of some sort. At your age I think they are pushing it. But they will be able to provide access to technology and such that may make your life easier. Why don't I give you some time to think about it and you can let me know if you would like to speek with them. I told them that I would abide by what ever decision you made. And if you would like I will be your councel in drawing up a contract with them should you agree to what ever proposal they make. There are a lot of things to consider here. Working with the government has disadvantagess as well as advantages. They will wait untill we get the equipment from the hospital so you have a few hours to think about it. Unless they find a way to get the equipment early. <><><><><> [GM] Curt nods. You get a little time to work on your other cases, though Joel comes by and wants to know what's going on with Curt and what the government wants. You're still in the middle of preparing for a meeting with another client when Agent Grey and Agent Severn return, a few hours later. They've brought a keyboard with extra-large keys and a forehead attachment, like those used by quadraplegics. You're not sure how well it will fit on a leapard. Agent Grey informs you that their research staff "back in Virginia" is already working on something more convenient and efficient. When you go back to the room where Curt is staying, you find him pacing in circles restlessly. 'feel like runnign and climnbingor someting,cant stay in offise allday' he types. He tells you he's willing to listen to the federal agents, but seems quite nervous. r u sure they cant make me go? what if they hav a warent or somethng llike that/ <><><><><> Connie: Connie tells Joel that these Government agents are here about Curt and that they are iterested in him because of his paranormal abilities. Curt: You haven't done any thing wrong and you are not involved in any thing where you would need to be held for questionning. (Except for your own death.) I can't see why they would have a warrant. And if they do, I will be with you all the way. <><><><><> [GM] 'ok lets go talk 2 trhem' Curt types. Agents Grey and Severn stand up when you and Curt enter the room, then look a little abashed, since the standard handshake greeting obviously isn't appropriate. "Umm, Curt Dawood?" Agent Grey says, cautiously. The cat nods and makes a pronounced purring sound. He repeats the introductions he gave you earlier, then says, "Mr. Dawood, we understand that you've found yourself- due to circumstances beyond your control- in a very unpleasant situation. What you've experienced is obviously a metahuman incident of some sort. Our agency is tasked to investigate all such incidents, and when possible, recruit anyone with metahuman abilities to assist us, in research as well as in attempts to prevent people with powers like yours from using them against others." "In your case, we obviously want to try to help you cope with your situation. And that's best done by trying to find out HOW this happened. For starters, one thing we are not clear on is whether you somehow...did this, to yourself, accidentally, or was it done TO you?" Curt cocks his head, then looks at you, as if for guidance. It occurs to you that if these agents hear about what happened in your home, they may want to examine Alison, to see what affect being mind-switched had on her. And it could be even more problematic if Curt repeats his suspician that Alison actually read his mind. <><><><><> Connie: Connie understands Curts hessitation, but will not tell him what to say. She hopes he getss the idea that she doesn't want Alison involved by giving direction to the conversation. "Well from what Curt has already explained to me about his experience at the zoo it sounds like his participation in the exchange was not mearly recipitory. His attention was intent upon the leopard. Why don't you show Curt how to use this device and perhaps he can fill in the details of his transformation." She nods to curt with a concerned look indicating that he can procede as he wishes. <><><><><> [GM] Curt actually types a little slower with the new device, as he's begun to get accustomed to typing on a laptop, however awkwardly. However, the new setup allows him to be a little more accurate, and with practice he'll probably become rather efficient at it. 'i was at the zoo, and watching the black panthers. i guess i was daydreeming, and i was staring at one big black panther. he stared back at me, and i think what happend happened when we locked eyes. suddenly i am in the panthers body! i see myself falling up on the sidewak and making sounds like im crazy. i couln't control my legs i mean, i was in the panther or leapard whatever, i couldn't control my legs cauz i'm in this cat body, and i cant see no colors and everything smells different and real strong! like my body is all different and when i move my arm, diffrent mussles move. you know? so it took me a while to be bale to move, and the other cats are moving around me and sniffing like maybe wonderin why their friend is actin weird? so finally im kind of able to stand up and walk, like im a baby or somethin, and the other panthers move away kind of like afraid of me, maybe. im still feeling strange, but i figgured out by now i somehow got zaped into the leapord! so i guess the leapord was in my body then. i dont know what to do. i start trying to talk, but cant make any sounds like a human, just freeks out the other cats more. i sees the zookeepers looking at me and maybe thinking i am sick. so i act like i am sick, hope they take me to the zoo animal hospitol. they do, but shoot me with trancquiliser 1st. i wake up there, but they have me tied up, except i figgured out how to escape. i think because i wasnt a cat, and they didnt think i have a human mind. it wasnt too hard, i slipped under a table, wait for a door to open, then ran thru, managed to hide and sneak my way out even with them yellin and chasing me. anyways, mrs yosheeda knows the rest. i think maybe i am what you called, superhuman. maybe i can make myself go to other bodys. but, my body is dead. so if i take someone elses body, they get stuck here in a cat. Curt stops typing, and looks at you. <><><><><> Connie: Connie smiles. "That's fine Curt. It looks like he will get the hang of this soon." Connie motions toward the device. Connie turns to the agents. " I suppose you have questions." <><><><><> [GM] "What makes you think you can do that mind-switch trick again, even from the panther's body?" asks Agent Grey. "Our researchers believe that metahuman powers are connected to your body...that is, they represent a genetic trait in your, er, original body," says Agent Severn. "Theoretically, I thought that meant if you somehow...lost your body, you wouldn't have your powers anymore. If you still do, Mr. Dawood, you'll probably make a lot of scientists run back to the drawing board..." Curt types; 'sorry dont know about no sientific thery, but im pretty sure i still have my power at least' he pauses. 'i felt like i could do it again' he finishes rather lamely. "If you come with us to our research facility, you'd have plenty of opportunity to test that. We can provide volunteers," Severn says. "There might even be a chance of...umm, fixing your problem. That is...letting you return to a human body." Curt looks startled. The implications are rather unsettling to you. <><><><><> Connie: Connie eyes the agent suspiciously., "I don't see how that could be possible given that we live in the United States and that would be cruel and unusual punishment or morally wrong if not illegal." <><><><><> [GM] "Not necessarily," Agent Grey says, with a dismissive look. He looks at Curt. "In any case, your best opportunity is to let us help you. You won't have much safety wandering around in San Francisco, and I don't think Ms. Yoshida can keep you at her house indefinitely. You don't really have anyplace else to go, do you? With the government, you'll not only be protected, but you'll actually be a paid employee." Curt types 'i want to think abouyt it, can i talk to mz yosheeda?' A little bit of annoyance flickers in Agent Grey's eyes, but he nods and says "Sure," in a cheerful voice. "We can't make you decide anything. But make sure Ms. Yoshida carefully explains just what your legal options are right now." He glances at you, then stands with Agent Severn and says "We'll get some coffee." They leave the room. <><><><><> Connie: He is right the government can offer you allot of options that I would have trouble getting. Your legal status is sketchy now. I don't have any garantee that the judge I am seeing today will grant you the status I have asked for. But regardless of that, I would addvise you to have any liason with the government at this time clearly spelled out in contract. This would be a new Department, they have no Charter, and their policy on how they treat their employees is not yet developed. You will need your rights protected. Especially as you are a minor and there are child labor laws. And the way he dismissed my objection is a bit disturbing. I should also let you know that there should be provate sector businesses and t universities that may also be interested in making an arrangement for your services. I you are interested in talking with them further ask them for a proposal; and we should work out what you want out of this arrangement. <><><><><> [GM] Curt types: i want to think about it, maybe working 4 the goverment is good, but i think they want me 2 go wiht them Now. id like to find out more about what you sad, privatte secters. but i dont think its fair 4 me to stay at your house, youve done alot 4 me already. if i go with these guys, i want a contract, like you said. can you make them make one? <><><><><> Connie: Yes we can ask them to make an offer. And be prepared with a counter offer if what they are asking is not agreeable . We should have some conditions prepared before they return. May I suggest: As you are a minor you will not be placed in dangerous situations either in testing or duties. You have the right to refuse any testing you feel may be harmful. They are not allowed to perform any tests or evaluations with out your full informed consent. They will be required to disclose all knowledge of what the procedure is and what risks you may encounter. They are also required to disclose to you the results of these evaluations or tests. You will be provided with communication devices suitable to your needs. You will not be denied meaningful contact with your friends, family, or any one you need to communicate with. ( I'm suggestion this only because you are dependent upon machines and some one else for transportation. I don't expect that they would confine you. but they may not be sensitive to your predicament.) You will in return for services, and as a minor, be provided with an appropriate diet, housing, work environment, and education so that you may upon maturity you will be able to support your self, ( Do you want a college education? if so); or continue to college. The tuition, housing and supplies, i.e., books and communication equipment, of which will be paid by the hiring agency or another appropriate government agency. Also as an employee you will be offered a fair wage with all the benefits of appropriate health care, physical and mental, and retirement plans. Once you reach maturity you have the option to refuse any duties or tests at your own discretion and have the option to re negotiate this contract. Essentially I am asking them to take on a pseudo parental role. They are responsible for your safety, health and well being and should provide for you future. These would also be appropriate for any private sector contract. Is there any thing you would like to change or add to the list. If not I will consult with my colleges on this mater. Connie waits for his response and if he doesn't have any thing to change or add she will go consult with Joel et. all. <><><><><> [GM] Curt approves of your tentative contract. When you take it to Joel, he looks it over and says "This is all well and good, but if you're concerned about this agency taking liberties with the law, how will you enforce it? It would be awfully easy for him to disappear, once he's under their guardianship. Not that I think it's likely. However, an outside party should definitely be appointed who's authorized to check on his status at any time." The agents, when you show them your terms, read it over and say "I'm sure we can have something like this approved. If you're really Mr. Dawood's attorney-" Agent Grey seems dubious, "I'll have our own lawyers get in touch with you. Now just where are you planning to house him in the meantime?" <><><><><> Connie: On what point are you unsure that I am Mr. Dawoods attorney. If you are concerned that I am not certified you can check my credentials, I passed the bar exam reciently it should still be on record. If you are dubious as to if This leopard is Dawood that's something else and if you are dubious as to if he has asked for and recieved my services you can ask him yourself. <><><><><> [GM] Agent Grey shakes his head. "No, I'm sure you're a real lawyer, Ms. Yoshida. And Mr. Dawood obviously doesn't mind accepting your help. I'm still wondering what's in it for you, though." He and Agent Severn stand. "We'll get your draft to our office, and have a response by this evening. I assume you have a safe place for Mr. Dawood to stay in the meantime, if he doesn't want to come with us now?" <><><><><> Connie: "Well, that is a good question. Hmm, I was just dealing with it as one of those incidence that suddenly make your life more interesting. But the firm is allwoing me the case as it may have historical value and bring more business. And if they wern't supportive, I'd still help Curt. He has proven to me that he is trustworhthy and I like him." <> "We are currently working on this. I don't believe we have any responses yet. We will work something out." Connie want's to check with the housing situation and prepare for her hearing with the judge on the status of Curt Dawood. (Aswell as take care of her other clients.) She hasn't neglected them, we just don't role play them. David don't forget the judge! <><><><><> [GM] The federal agents nod, and say good-bye, asking you and Curt to call them if anything comes up. "Remember, we can negotiate the government bureacracy better than you can," Agent Severn points out, before they leave. Curt types: thanks for saying you trust me, im glad youre helping me, most people wouldnt. i hope someday i can repay you somehow You brief your paralegals about other ongoing cases, talk to a couple of clients, and do some hasty paperwork, then it's time to head for the municipal courts...where the first interesting challenge will be getting Curt into the building, since he doesn't look much like a seeing eye dog. <><><><><> Connie: Prior to leaving for the court house, she has one of the admins call to inform the courthouse security that they should be expecting a real live leopard in her company. And let them know which judge, court room etc to provide clearance for and that the leopard will not be in a cage. Have them confirm with the judge if necessary. She will leave an hour early to provide extra time incase there is a problem. Also she lets Curt know that there may be a hitch in getting him into the building, and that he should stay very close and not leave her side. When she arrives with Curt she presents herself at the security desk. "I am Connie Yoshida. And this is Mr. Dawood. I believe you are expecting us. Would you like to escort myself and Mr. Dawood to our destination? or should we find our own way? <><><><><> [GM] It takes some doing to convince them to allow an uncaged, unleashed leapard into the courtroom. Over the phone, you finally convince them that you're serious and that the judge really needs to see this leapard. But you will be provided a police escort. When you get to the courthouse, a guard spots you immediately. "You're, uh, Ms. Yoshida?" he asks, eying Curt nervously. Curt sits right next to your feet, on the floor, and tries to look as unassuming as a kitten. "This thing is completely trained and...uh, housebroken?" Curt's angelic expression slips as he rolls his eyes, and his lips quiver a bit to show teeth for a moment. The guard is raising his walkie-talkie to his mouth, presumably to call for whoever is to take you inside, until he stops and nods, apparently recognizing someone who's behind you. You hear a familiar voice say "I don't believe it." You turn around, tensely, to see Bart coming slowly to halt, a few paces away. He folds his arms and looks down at Curt, shaking his head. "THIS is your new client? They told me, but I didn't believe it. What's the deal, Connie? This some rich oddball's pet, or are you doing pro-bono work for PETA?" Curt's ears flatten against his skull, and his eyes narrow (though he doesn't growl or bare his teeth.) You always heard that animals are good judges of character. <><><><><> Connie: Bart, I see you haven't forgotten how to jump to conclusions. Mr. Dawood, This is my ex-husband Bart. I wouldn't take what he says personally if I were you. He likes to tease me. Bart, are you going to be our escort? <><><><><> [GM] "Yeah, I had to see this. So this...uh, leapard, is really a person that got zapped into the cat's body, huh? What the heck are you going to do with him?" He looks skeptical. "You sure you aren't being taken in as part of some scam?" Curt rolls his eyes again, and flicks his tail contemptuously. Bart walks with you to the judge's courtroom. "Hey!" he says suddenly. "This isn't the 'client' you called yesterday and said was gonna stay over, is it?" <><><><><> Connie: "Yes, This is. We had a nice time. Curt is really quite good with children. Well here we are. " Connie opens the door and holds it for Curt. "Wish us luck." Connie smiles and followes Curt through. <><><><><> [GM] Bart scowls angrily. "You had a friggin' PANTHER playing with the kids?" He subsides as you enter the courtroom, but you can tell you're in for another argument with him tonight. Judge William Stewart looks up as you and Curt take your seats in the chamber. He's still listening to another case, but he gives you a rather ominous scowl. "That animal had better behave itself, or I'll hold YOU fully responsible, Ms. Yoshida," he says. "I'm giving you a lot of leeway just bringing it in here without a muzzle or a leash." <><><><><> Connie: Connie nodds, "Thank you your honor." she motions Curt where to sit. She takes a seat next to him and waits for the judge. She had previously instructed Curt on court room edicate and made special effort to convince him that he should not show make threatening movements or sounds. "We may say some things that you don't like" <><><><><> [GM] The current case ends, and you're waved up to the bench. Curt accompanies you as far as counsel's table, then the bailiff indicates he should stay put. An attorney for the city, and another from the child welfare agency, both join you at the bench. "I understand you're claiming this leapard is actually a human trapped in a leapard's body," the judge says dryly. "And, a minor. So assuming I buy this story, what exactly is it you want me to do?" <><><><><> Connie: Your Honor, My Client Curt Dawood, is legally a leopard. This means he has no legal rights. He will be treated as an animal and the laws do not protect his life, allow him to own property, or even freedom of movement or communication. What I am asking is for Curt Dawood as presently occupying this leopards body be allowed citizenship. With all the rights and privelages. Without these rights and priveleges, this mind and personality of a 16 year old human male will be subjected to the equivelent of slavery with the added disadvantage that he will never be able to communicate effectively with out the aid of technology. I know that this is an unprecidented request but, the situation this young man finds himself in is unprecidented in the history of our judicial system. And the prospects for his future are bleak if he must live out his life as a leopard. <><><><><> [GM] Judge Stewart looks at you in amazement. "You want me to grant a LEOPARD citizenship?" He sits back in his chair and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Do you have any idea what kind of precedent that would set, Ms. Yoshida? Yes, I'm sure you do. There's no way I can give you a ruling like that." He looks at you, then at Curt. "Is there any way you can prove that there is, in fact, a human being inside that animal's body? WITHOUT turning this courtroom into David Letterman's 'Stupid Pet Tricks'?" You hear some snickers from the courtroom, one of the loudest being Bart's. Judge Stewart raps his gavel lightly, silencing them with an irritated look. <><><><><> Connie: Your Honor, What would be ideal is for my client to be legally recognized as Curt Dawood regardless of the physical form. I would like a temporary restraining order; to provisionally declar the leopard as Mr. Dawood untill this issue is resolved by trial. This will serve to prevent any psychological trauma and infringement upon Mr. Dawoods rights in the mean time. I propose that Curt be allowed to take the stand and with the aid of any computer testify to your satisfaction; that there is a serious issue here. And that the health and wellbeing of a human being may be at stake. Also as Curt is a minor and handycaped to the point of needing assistance and protection I would like an appropriate guardian appointed to him that could see to his protection and interests. Presuat to a trial on this matter; I would ask, that the court appoint indipendent experts to examine Curt and report on their findings. Given that there are more instances of paranormal activity like shape shifting, mind reading and out of body experiences reported and being substantiated as we speek; it is unlikely that this condition will be unique. These same issues will probably be ruled upon in the near future by other courts of law and they will be looking to previous related cases for precidence. Therefore we should not look at this issue lightly or bow to the tendency to dismiss it out of hand as impossible, but should examine the issues and consequences of the precidence (plural?) that we set today and in the future. I would like to make it clear that I am not claiming that a leopard is human and should be given the same rights. I am claiming that a genetically human being has been unfortunate enough to have his mind entraped within a body that is not genetically human. And that human, who has had all the rights and responsibilities of a human, should retain those same rights and responsibilities. <><><><><> [GM] "Just what I wanted," Judge Stewart comments dryly, "to set a precedent for 'shape shifting, mind reading and out of body experiences'..." He looks at Curt. "I don't think I want that...alleged minor, on the witness stand within pouncing range." (More snickers, which he silences with a slightly louder rap of his gavel.) "Bring a table and set it up in front of the bench. I'll have a computer brought in from one of the offices. Mr. Leeds," indicating the city attorney, "and a bailiff will observe...Curt, operating the computer." He stares you down. "IF this demonstration is convincing, I'll provisionally recognize the leopard as Curt Dawood." "Do you have any suggestions for 'experts', Ms. Yoshida? Or an appropriate guardian? We can hardly put him in a foster home, and if what you're claiming is true, a zoo would be obviously inappropriate." <><><><><> Connie: Your honor I have a list of psychologists who have been used in previous identity cases. Any of them will be fine. As for the mater of guardianship my client has not specified a preference and you are correct a foster home would not be appropriate nor would a zoo. Currently our office is looking into services and housing for the handycaped; but we do not have any one to recomend as a guardian at this time. My client will need special care; and an appropriate guardian with short notice has been difficult to find. I ask that untill we find some one better that either the state appoint a guardian who they feel is qualified or that Curt be allowed to choose one. <><><><><> [GM] Curt is set up in front of a court-provided computer terminal, and they run cables to a laptop on the judge's bench so he can see what Curt types. The rest of you cluster around the leopard. "All right," Judge Stewart begins. "Start by stating your name, please." He watches his screen skeptically, as Curt types, very slowly and carefully: _> Curtis Lawrence Dawood The judge looks at the bailiff and the other attorneys. "He's typing all right, your honor," announces the city attorney. "Age and occupation?" The judge asks. _> 16, i was a 10th grade stuident "And just how did you become a leopard, Mr. Dawood?" The judge is beginning to look a little less skeptical. _> By accident, I guess im a superhuman,or i would be if i wasnt a leapard now The judge leans back, rapping his fingers on the bench. Then leans forward again. "Tell me, Mr. Dawood....what color is my tie?" Curt blinks, looking up at the judge, then looks at you, as if not sure what to say. "Don't look at her!" snaps the judge. "Just answer the question!" Curt jumps a little, then begins typing: _> I dont know i cant see color anymore, its dark and has stripes Judge Stewart nods, apparently satisfied. "Interesting." He looks back at you. "I could keep questioning him all afternoon, but he clearly either IS an intelligent being, or else whatever trick you're using would continue to work regardless of what I ask him. I'm not accusing you of fraud, Ms. Yoshida, just pointing out that at this point, I can't rule conclusively on this case. I'll need a variety of experts to explore this further. In the meantime, I grant your request for a temporary restraining order; the leopard is *provisionally* recognized as Curt Dawood until it can be conclusively proven or disproven." "Now," he steeples his fingers beneath his chin, "I want to settle this as quickly as possible, so I want psychologists, animal behavioral specialists who could definitely tell whether this is an intelligent animal or just a very well-trained one, and experts on metahuman powers, if there is any such thing yet. I want a lineup by COB, Thursday afternoon, so we can begin proceedings and calling experts." "In the meantime, there's the question of guardianship. I don't think the department of child welfare or human services is prepared for anything like this. Ms. Yoshida, you've been taking care of Mr. Dawood so far. Are you willing to be appointed provisional guardian until his case is resolved?" "WHAT?" Bart exclaims from the gallery. Judge Stewart bangs his gavel and gives your ex-husband a menacing glare. "Who the hell are you?" "Uh, sorry, your honor," Bart mutters, and slumps lower in his seat.