Wrote a short silly thing based off of my headcanon that Plato is ridiculously strong but no one (including himself) realizes it.
Very silly stuff. I love Plato you guys I really do.
Fic under the cut.
“It’s true, Munk, I’m not lying.” Skimbleshanks said, wincing as Jenny applied ice to his back. “I saw it with my own eyes.”
“Skimble, look, I want to believe you, I truly do.” Munkustrap gave a sympathetic wince. “But it’s very difficult to imagine Plato throwing anyone around. Are you sure he wasn’t just lifting Tumble? Plato’s very good at lifts.”
“I’m serious. Plato threw him at least fifteen feet into the air. I thought it was because Tumble was still a young kitten and didn’t weigh as much.”
“And you decided to try and toss him like you used to do when he was a kitten.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “No wonder you threw out your back.”
“If you had seen how casually Plato threw him you would have thought the same.” Skimble protested.
“I think not. I have common sense.”
“Excuse me madam-”
“Madam? You call me that one more time-”
Munk left before the argument continued. Skimble would be fine in Jenny’s care. Eventually. Right now he had more important things to do.
As expected he found Plato in the middle of the largest clearing of the junkyard, a space that was usually used for large rehearsals or where Tumble practiced his acrobatics. Plato was still throwing a tom up into the air but this time it was Pouncival who was being launched.
Munk’s eyes followed Pounce as he ascended. Skimble hadn’t been exaggerating after all. Pounce wasn’t a light fellow either. Sure, he was small, but he was solid muscle and ate more than anyone else in the junkyard. The fact that Plato was just able to huck him into the air was an incredible thing to witness. Instead of interrupting Munk settled down to watch the show.
Eventually Pounce was launched a little too far and landed face first into an empty barrel, signalling the end of the show, and Munk went over to help Plato fish him out. Pounce barely said thanks before zooming off to presumably brag to Tumble how far he had flown.
“Oh hey there, uh, Munk.” Plato said, looking rather embarrassed. “Didn’t see you watching.”
“That was very impressive. I didn’t realize how strong you were.” Munk replied. “Have you always been able to throw the others around like that?”
“Um, I guess? I don’t know. Uh… Tumble just asked me to help him with his acrobatic stuff one day and I said sure and, well, here we are.”
“Here we are.” The thought of Plato casually slinging a full grown tom around on a whim was a bit terrifying. Munk quickly made a mental note to ask Tumble for his side of the story later.
“Am I in trouble?” Plato pawed at an ear. “I didn’t mean to hurt Pounce.”
“I don’t think he was hurt.” Munk quickly assured him. “And you’re not in trouble. In fact, if you’re free, I’d like to train with you.”
“Yes. I think you have potential.” Munk nodded. He had been on the lookout for an apprentice and he just might have found a candidate. Normally he would have talked with Alonzo first but he wanted to jump on this opportunity while he could.
“Oh. Um, thanks, I guess.” Plato smiled a little but still looked nervous. “Uh, what do you want me to do?”
“Let’s start with the basics.” Munk had plenty of experience teaching others basic self defense. In fact Plato had been a previous student of his, although at the time Plato had been rather shy and not all that participatory in the lessons. Even now he looked hesitant to act.
Munk took the initiative and lunged at Plato in a mock attack. Hopefully the tom had retained some of the knowledge about how to defend himself-
- suddenly Munk was airborne. How he had ended up in such a position wasn’t quite clear but at least he had enough wherewithal to land on his feet. He landed on the other side of the clearing. For a long moment he simply stared at Plato, brain unable to process what had just happened.
“Sorry.” Plato cringed. “I thought you were ready.”
Munk blinked. In the span of seconds Plato had managed to throw him clear across the junkyard.
“Don’t apologize.” Munk trotted back over. “Show me again.”
“Well, uh, okay.” Plato hesitantly placed his paws on Munk’s shoulders. “Um. I just kinda… uh, well, just kinda do this.”
Once more Munk went sailing through the air. Once more he had to take a minute to comprehend what happened. Once more he trotted back over to Plato.
“How.” Munk said. “How are you doing this?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”
“You just… threw me across the junkyard and apologized for it.”
“Well yeah, it’s not usually nice to throw people unless they want you to.”
“That is very true.” Munk took a minute to collect himself.
“Am I in trou-”
“No, Plato, you are not in trouble. In fact, if you would like to, I’d like to take you on as my apprentice.”
“Apprentice. You’d be training with me and Alonzo and learn how to help protect the junkyard.”
“Oh, I don’t think I could do that.”
“Plato.” Munk put a paw on his shoulder. “You just threw me across the junkyard. You can do this.”
“Oh. Uh. Well… I guess I could give it a try.”
To say that Plato gave it a try was an understatement. Sure, he was hesitant and needed a lot of encouragement, but once properly motivated he absorbed information like a sponge. That, combined with his natural strength, turned him into a gentle but terrifying force of nature. A force of nature that Munk was having trouble convincing Alonzo about. Suddenly he knew how Skimble felt.
“I’m serious.” Munk repeated. “Plato is strong. He threw me like it was nothing.”
“And I’m saying that it’s hard to believe.” Alonzo replied. “You’re not fat but you’re also not small.”
“Look. There’s Plato over there.” Munk pointed to the lanky tom, who was busy watching a butterfly flutter around his head. “Go tap him on the shoulder and see what happens.”
Alonzo rolled his eyes. “If it will prove a point then sure, I’ll do it.”
A tiny part of Munk felt bad for what was to come but it was smothered by the need to have Alonzo believe him. All he could do was sit and watch as Alonzo marched on over to Plato and tapped the unsuspecting tom on the shoulder.
“Hey Plato, what’s- aaaaaaaaaaargh!”
It really was incredible to watch Plato throw a full grown tom like it was nothing. Alonzo sailed through the air like a ragdoll and disappeared behind a pile of trash. Immediately Plato and Munk ran over to fish him out.
“Sorry Lonz, you startled me.” Plato apologized. “I just reacted.”
“It’s… it’s fine.” Alonzo whispered. He looked like he needed a minute or maybe one of Skimble’s cups of tea. “Good job.”
“Well, I think it’s safe to say that you are officially an apprentice Jellicle Protector.” Munk smiled and clapped Plato on the back. “Welcome to the team.”
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Black&White Family 1 and the Scarlet&Gold Sisters
24 hours later and I’m back with Part 2 of my little headcanon series. Like before, all hcs in this series will be pre-canon, if we accept the musical as the present day canon. Thus I present my take on the backstory of Alonzo, Victoria and Mistoffelees, and some more on Bombalurina and Demeter (with a sprinkle of Demestrap and Skimbleshanks the Railway Dad).
Mistoffelees’ half brother and sister are Jellicles, Alonzo and Victoria. Misto is the result of their shared father’s affair, but said father keeps him separate from his half siblings, who don’t even know he exists until their father reveals it to them on his deathbed. Misto keeps his distance from them, as their mother hates him and his mother on principle and he fears they will too.
But then Misto’s mother dies not long after his father, and he tries to approach them. However, Alonzo still feels very hurt and angry at their father’s betrayal of his family, and isn’t ready to see Misto/can’t bring himself to look at the living proof of it (he doesn’t know that doing so leaves Misto completely alone); their mother attacks him and he runs away. Macavity finds the scared, hurt and alone Misto and convinces him to join him, promising safety and family, but soon traps him along with Demeter and Bomba, and violently and painfully drains his magic from him. The three of them bond in captivity and come to trust each other completely. Bomba’s big-sister mode has been activated for a while, and she very quickly takes Misto under her protective wing as well. They watch over each other as best they can, caring for wounds and trying to keep each other’s spirits up. Eventually they manage to escape via a combination of Demeter’s wits, Bomba’s fighting skills and Misto’s magic. They flee to the Junkyard together and are swiftly brought under the protection of the Jellicles.
Both Mistoffelees and Demeter are extremely skittish and jumpy for a while from Macavity’s treatment. They stick together for the first couple of nights, and even after that if one of them feels scared or alone they’re always welcome in Bomba’s den, which becomes something like their safe space. Demeter finds comfort with Munkustrap, who is more in love with her than ever and finally able to tell her (they perform the mating pas-de-deux at the next ball which happens soon after she returns). She soon finds out she is pregnant with Jemima. Although they can’t be sure of who the real father is, Munkustrap is dad of the century and claims it doesn’t matter, that he’d be honoured to do the job. Munk helps her gain more confidence and become more sure of herself again.
Misto is taken in by (pre-Skimblegus although not by much) Skimbleshanks, but struggles to trust or even speak to anyone else except Bomba and Dem for a long time. He even fears Alonzo and Victoria, thinking they must hate him after how their mother treated him, and spends a lot of time hiding and watching from a safe distance. Skimbleshanks the super dad is really good with him and despite everything Misto can’t help but trust him: he always makes sure to give Misto his space and seems to be able to sense when he’s getting overwhelmed or just doesn’t want to talk; he’s patient, kind and supportive, and just seems to understand him really well. As a result Skimble is the first Jellicle Misto trusts, and later on if he ever needs advice he always turns to Skimble. Due to Skimble’s closeness to Asparagus he forms a tentative friendship with Tumblebrutus (Asparagus’ son), but doesn’t really start to come out of his shell until Tugger meets him for the first time and immediately takes a shine to him.
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The cast of the 2019 US tour of CATS needs your help!
Yesterday (April 15 2021), in a three-hour-long video, they and others in the Broadway community published the ‘receipts’ of the shady and downright cruel way that the production company for the tour and the Actors’ Equity Association have been collaborating at the actors’ expense.
This is, apparently, a long-standing problem and has affected many other touring productions: the AEA, which ought to be protecting them, sides with the powerful businesses or producers to screw over the performers.
In this instance, the actors are owed months of back pay and COVID relief; but what they’re primarily fighting for is transparency and accountability, and some serious changes to the culture of the AEA and the Broadway industry.
Brandon Michael Nase (Deuteronomy) appears in the video - speaking also about the racism he's experienced from management - and others such as Dan Hoy (Munkustrap) and Giovanni DiGabriele (Skimbleshanks) have spoken up loudly in support on social media.
Please signal boost and sign, even if you're not in the CATS fandom. This is a battle over a problem facing the whole of the music theatre industry in the US, and they need fan and audience support: the actors can't fight it alone.
(And remember not to donate via the change.org website or the money goes to change.org! If you do want to contribute anything financially, please consider Broadway Cares, which actually does help look after actors in need.)
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