The Taming of the Mew

[AmbushCat]

*Callista smiles and leads Opal off to an empty part of the living room. She taps the wall a few times; in response, a green button and a yellow-tinged teleportation pad materialize on the wall and floor respectively.*
Voila.

[Whatevr89532]

"You gon't know how dad I am there's only one button," says Opal, stepping up onto the pad. "Do I stust hand jeer, or..?"

[AmbushCat]

Callista: Yep. Just stand there, push the button, and you and anything on your person will be teleported up to the nearest Safe Point. At this time in the morning, that would likely be right outside the boutique we passed through.

[Whatevr89532]

Opal nods and reaches a hand out out to press the button; her hand twists around at the last second so it's her wrist doing it instead of a finger, but it does get pressed.

[AmbushCat]

*A flash of bluish light encompasses Opal's vision. When it fades, she's outside the boutique as Callista had stated. There's a handful of people out and about, most likely to get to their own places of business and what not, but most of them don't pay her any mind.

*Speaking of Calli, she takes a little bit longer to land on the sidewalk. Eventually she does, decked out in her usual attire with the addition of a Detroit Tigers ballcap. This time the pedestrians become a bit more wary, but she ignores them.*

Callista: Alright. We've got a few minutes before the city offices open, but it shouldn't hurt to do a bit of walking. In the meantime I'm going to search for passive mental blocks to try and locate Clyve. Let's go, Opal. *starts walking down the street*

[Whatevr89532]

Opal looks around briefly before Callista appears, and then follows her as asked.

...Initially it seems like nobody has seen Clyve around here, maybe just not a part of town he frequents.

[AmbushCat]

*As she walks, Callista continues to expand her mental range. Like yesterday, she starts humming a catchy tune to herself; though Opal may not mind it so much, those closest to her cringe when they hear her singing.*

*Time passes, and it isn't too long before they find themselves outside City Hall.*

[Whatevr89532]

Opal certainly doesn't seem bothered by the singing as much as the other people around. She follows pretty quietly, looking around at some of Muffinville's sights, having been in the wrong state of mind to appreciate them before now.
About when they're reaching City Hall, Callista's mind-scan runs upon someone who actually notices she's doing it. The only thoughts she reads from him are his first name, Marcus, and then Out of my mind, please. He's here--where the word "here" comes along with a very distinct notion of a specific place, a PFL-provided gym for practice sparring it seems. And then he seems to move physically out of the range again.

((Awkward way to first encounter the overall boss of an organization one's working for, especially if she doesn't know Ark's full name.))

[AmbushCat]

((OOC: ))

Callista: *freezes up a moment* ...! *stops scanning the city, visibly sweating* Eh-heh... you know, Opal, I think suddenly I can wait a little while before I speak with Clyve. He's, eh... a bit busy right now. What say we focus on the here and now? *walks into City Hall*

[Whatevr89532]

Of course Opal has no idea what that was about, and rocks her head back and forth in a brief attempt to shrug. "Okay." And she follows inside.

[AmbushCat]

((OOC: I have no idea how to carry out the process from here. Give me a few days and I'll at least try to figure something out. ()^_^ ))

[Whatevr89532]

((Honestly, unless you really want to bother with the details of the process I'd be equally happy inserting one of these and walking out of the building with something to the effect of "Well, adoption happened!"))

[AmbushCat]

*TWO HOURS LATER*

*Callista walks out of the City Hall's front doors, shaking her head.*
Glad we got all of that straightened out, but that still took far more time than I would've liked.

[Whatevr89532]

Opal seems to be in agreement. "I still non't dough why they had me fill out a torm foo mail-order a miniature elephant."

[AmbushCat]

Neither do I. I'm starting to wonder if the guy in there was drunk...

Anyway, while we were finishing up in there, I got word back from my ex-cohorts. They should be sending your new debit card down within a half hour.