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:33 < *ac yawns and covers her mouth with her paw befur taking a look around*
:33 < *this isnt where she went to sl33p yesterday, she thinks as she grooms her fur*
:33 < *the sl33py kitty doesnt remember falling asleep at all, actually!*
:33 < *so she finds it purrty unusual that shes somewhere so different now*
:33 < and this device is weird beclaws theres no trollian on it at all!
:33 < so it takes a pawfully long time to type all this
:33 < *ac bats at the display some more with her paws*
:33 < this is a pretty cute bracelet though :33

:33 < i dont suppaws any of my furrends are around here?
:33 < they are grey like me and have horns and some of them like karkitty yell a lot
:33 < i would appurreciate it furry much if anyone could tell me where to find them :33
:33 < especially equius beclaws im worried about him
:33 < hes big and has a broken horn and wears sunglasses all the time!
:33 < i guess thats it fur now!

[A few seconds of video flash on after the text cuts out - a small grey troll with cat-like horns and a kitty hat is indeed pawing at the bracelet's display, looking a great deal more anxious than the text let on.]

It can't be true, nuh uh, I was just having a furry furry bad dream...oh no! Oops.

[She notices her mistake with the transmission, and this time it cuts off finally.]

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[No, it isn't clear. How can she be sure? He let Gamzee kill him, something she'd never expected of him, not even with how well she knew him. How can she tell what he might do if he ever shows up again?

She sinks down onto the ground, sitting there in a small, miserable ball. She doesn't want to be frivolous. She doesn't want to pretend things are okay and everything is normal. It's not.]

[He sighed and squatted down, shaking his head.]

I was...
I...
I was...

[He was having almost a painful time saying what he was about to say, so it would take him a minute. Finally, he got it out, but it wasn't easy.]

I was wrong. I cannot protect you while I am dead, and whatever privilege he possesses with his blood, it is not the same as ...

[Clench. No, that was wrong and he knew it... but he didn't care.]

He is not allowed to touch you, under any circumstances. I do not care what he is.

[That gets her to finally look up at him, her face tear-stained but...hopeful, somehow. She knows how much it must have cost him to say that, and she knows it shows the depth of how he feels about her for him to be admitting it at all now.

She stretches out to wrap her arms around his neck, barnacling herself to him.]

We're going to stay here together and be okay now, right?

We have a new game to play Nepeta, and another war to fight. I have no intention of returning to dream bubbles while you are still about. Yes, I think... we will be acceptable in this place.

[He reached over and tried to pat her on the head again. It was an awkward, unfamiliar gesture.]

[She makes a soft, tiny noise that could almost be a purr when he pats her head, nuzzling into his hand.]

You have to tell me all about the new game and how we play it, okay? I want us to win!

You will understand it far better, I assure you. This sort of game is to your taste. Well, at least the bringing color to this world.

...

I may even forgive my usual concerns about your obsessions. They might have tactical use.

Uh huh, I do like the sound of that part of it.

[She buries her face against his neck, clinging close and starting to feel at least a little bit soothed.]

Which obsessions? You complain about almost alll of them.

Your wall. It... is fitting, considering the house to which you have been assigned. I somehow am surprised that such a thing does not already exist considering some of their behavior.

Oh, that's right! I'll get to draw it all over again now! First I have to find out about alll the new pairings here!

Which house are you in, Equius?

Indeed. [He was partially suggesting it because at least he could watch it and keep her from being too foolish in the process, or so he told himself.] There are several, I am sure.

I was chosen for Freyr because of my glorious taste in art.

[Nepeta manages to hold back a snort at that - she knows what Equius considers to be art! - but the last thing she wants to do just now is hurt her moirail's feelings.]

That's great! Are the houses for Freyr and Freya close together? I want to be close by! Oh, oh, and they've given me a room here! Do you want to see it?

They are. Either neighboring districts or close to. I cannot remember.

Yes, let us see your room. That seems a good use of our time under the circumstances. I cannot remain forever however. It is uncomfortable.

Oh, good! I can come and visit you all the time. And my room is that way.

[She points, still clinging around his neck and hoping he'll take the hint and carry her.]

Why is it uncomfortable?

[He shrugged and tapped one of the walls before catching onto her intent and sighing, shaking his head and allowing her to ride. After all, she had just had a hard time of it. He could dote, right?]

These gods are territorial. They do not like us in other houses, and you will feel it when you visit. A few hours are fine though.

[He definitely could! Nepeta approves highly of being doted upon.]

Oh...I don't think I like the sound of that. Isn't there anywhere we could stay together where that wouldn't happen?

Hmmm? [Said, hauling her about.]

I believe there is paid housing if we find work. We could establish a commune for some of our fellows, at least the ones who are not severely derelict in some fashion such as the sea dweller.

I could work! It would be fun if a bunch of us could all live together! ...the ones who are less likely to fight, though. There was enough of that back home.

It would be preferable not to have those who would enter some sort of strife in the same house. we can handle such conflict in other places after all. It is our nature to wage war, but perhaps not at our homes.

A time and place for everything.

Yes, that's right! [She waves at a nearby door.] That's it! Number 101! That's mine!

Convenient.

[He led her towards the room and set her down in front of the door with a grunt, reaching up to stroke his chin.]

I have also considered opening up shop or getting employment as a mechanic. This city is so deplorably poor in technology though.

[She opens the door and bounces in, much cheered up from before. Her bed has already been unmade, the mattress on the floor and the blankets and pillows piled onto it in a sort of pillow pile fortress.]

That's an even better reason to open a shop like that! You could make lots of impurrovements for them!

It seems difficult to actually create them in this place. However, with the alchemizing powers I have been granted, I should be able to ...

You have most definitely already found this room, I see.

[She laughs, flopping onto her pile and patting the space next to her.]

What powers? Tell me! What can you do? They told me I could charm people, but I'm not sure how it's a power yet!

[He pulled out a stencil pad. He had improved since he got here, which gave him considerably greater leeway. Starting to draw on it, he pulled a small hand towel from the paper as a way of demonstrating.]

I have heard of that power, but I have not seen it work. I am able to produce punch cards by drawing them and alchemize them into being myself. I think I provide the grist as stamina.

At least that is my best understanding from peoples' explanations.

Oh my paws!!! Anything you draw becomes real? Do it again, I want to see, I want to see! Draw me something cute!

[She's nearly flailing with delight, all eager and excited.]

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