Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2009-10-29 08:26 pm
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Room 324, Thursday Afternoon
Kate loved Halloween, and October in general. It was her favourite time of the year. Usually, at least: this time the month had been a little rough. But she was sure nothing could ruin Halloween for her.
She was wrong.
She'dhandwavily acquired some Halloween decorations and was hanging them up on her side of the room, when she suddenly started to feel weird. And wrong. She had just enough time to recognize the feeling.
"Oh fu––mwror!"
It was going to be a bitch, decorating your room when you were suddenly a lot smaller and had paws instead of hands.
Kate the cat was not pleased.
[ooc: Mostly establishy, but if you’d like to interact with a rare case of "Kate can’t snark at you", go ahead. I’m around! Availability notice for the weekend coming up.]
She was wrong.
She'd
"Oh fu––mwror!"
It was going to be a bitch, decorating your room when you were suddenly a lot smaller and had paws instead of hands.
Kate the cat was not pleased.
[ooc: Mostly establishy, but if you’d like to interact with a rare case of "Kate can’t snark at you", go ahead. I’m around! Availability notice for the weekend coming up.]
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"Kate?"
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//Leto!// Yes, she knew he probably didn't speak cat. It wasn't going to stop her from meowing at him.
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"Kate?" he asked the cat.
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No, he didn't expect an explanation.
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Kate was a slightly sad cat.
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It was frustrating to only be able to convey vague tones without words, but she'd make do with what she had.
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She purred. Quietly. Just a little.