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((OOC: Hey guys. Been out with Covid-19 so it’s been a rough ride, I’ll try to pick things back up tomorrow. I haven’t ghosted any of you purposefully. Sorry this is so late.))

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Finally some good fucking news

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It’s Dante! I wish to keep him as a pet like a kitty, but that would be awful to deprive others of him! Oh…such awful thoughts. I must go to confession!

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🧿 - @crimsonladyfriday (hehehe)

Oh…she needs a tailor! That thread will only cause more to unravel! But tearing off a lady’s clothes could be seen as quite rude and vulgar! Oh what to do…

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Send 🧿 for all of my muses bad thoughts they have had about yours to just come pouring out!

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Very happy bears 

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🐭 -Chris, I'd be stupid not to be a little cautious with everyone

Oh! Another mouse! Hello! Might you like some cheese?

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Why, you carry them with you of course!

I need to do important things tonight but there is a kitten sleeping on me what do I do

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The Hunt 🐇🌱

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Oh my! What a darling little mouse! Would you like some cheese?

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How Intimidating Am I?

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

Send 🐰 for barely intimidating

Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating

Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating

Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating

Send 🐯 for very intimidating

Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”

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I like to think that these 2 baby kittens are gonna attempt to defeat the giant boss (the dog) and get some good drops

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Do not forget to use potholders!

Before anyone points it out; yes, I know, pot, kettle, ect...

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Anatole smiles and opens his arms wide for effect. “All are welcome here, Kindred, kine, and every other creature. We only ask that we not eat one another and share our toys!” he replies, without a hint of intended humor. All his words are genuine in their meaning, a dizzy idealism sparkling in his sky blue eyes.

As he speaks, the cat at Paraskevi’s heels begins to bat playfully at a loose string on her dress. Anatole takes notice and chides the young feline. “Louis! Stop at once! That is very rude and could result in permanent damage to the garment!” The cat stops and runs over to the Malkavian, leaping up to scale him like a cat tree. Anatole is unbothered by the paws and claws, even as they pierce his own clothing. (It shall be noted that Anatole is dressed in a green men’s muscle tank top and torn faded blue jeans, over which is a brown gardener’s smock with a trowel sticking out of one pocket. He wears crocs with many stickers). The cat settles on one shoulder and begins to groom one of the vampire’s eye brows.

He moves closer to the daughter of Ishtar, cat in tow. “Please forgive Louis, he is still learning his manners! Oh! And where are mine. This here is Sir Louis de Whiskers, the youngest of my kitties!” he speaks proudly of the cat, as though it were his own childe. The cat purrs at hearing his name. “Now, you said you are here to see Beckett, yes?”

@in-search-of-enoch Cautiously, a lithe Greek woman enters the courtyard. Paraskevi is of average height, maybe 5'7", but her age is hard to place. She's terribly beautiful, but something is apparently wrong about her, and not only because she moves uncanny fluidity and grace. Just her walk is a blatant Masquerade breach, even if her appearance and eerily alluring air were not. She is garbed in a deep red silk wrap dress that reaches her ankles, with long sleeves. A very old looking set of wedding rings rests on her right hand, and a delicate (and obviously modern) μάτι pendant rests on her clavicle. Her deep brown curls bounce lightly with her movement, hanging loosely down to her waist. Glancing behind her at where she came through, a key in her hand, she closes the door behind her. Paraskevi flows through the green space, observing it casually as she waits to be intercepted.

She tests the iron gate at one end, and satisfied when it opens with ease, shuts it again and retreats to wait under a tree. Her odd little inspection seems to focus on the exits, and she seems more concerned with her ability to leave than her strange manner of arrival.

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The blonde man removes his hat, showing an old world sense of decorum. “I am Anatole, a childe of Malkav, and this is my home, and the home and haven of many others - The Congregation. But, please, call me PeePaw if you so wish!”

He turns back to the wheelbarrow full of cats and gently dumps them onto the grass. “The ride is over!” he announces, the the cats mosey off at their own paces, to their own activities and nests around the apartment complex.

He turns back to Paraskevi, still beaming with a happiness so unnatural to so many Cainites. “And with whom are you meeting, madam?”

The young cat brushes against her legs, meanwhile, purring.

It would seem the usual grim melancholy of vampiric culture did not penetrate these walls, or was well hidden at the very least.

@in-search-of-enoch Cautiously, a lithe Greek woman enters the courtyard. Paraskevi is of average height, maybe 5'7", but her age is hard to place. She's terribly beautiful, but something is apparently wrong about her, and not only because she moves uncanny fluidity and grace. Just her walk is a blatant Masquerade breach, even if her appearance and eerily alluring air were not. She is garbed in a deep red silk wrap dress that reaches her ankles, with long sleeves. A very old looking set of wedding rings rests on her right hand, and a delicate (and obviously modern) μάτι pendant rests on her clavicle. Her deep brown curls bounce lightly with her movement, hanging loosely down to her waist. Glancing behind her at where she came through, a key in her hand, she closes the door behind her. Paraskevi flows through the green space, observing it casually as she waits to be intercepted.

She tests the iron gate at one end, and satisfied when it opens with ease, shuts it again and retreats to wait under a tree. Her odd little inspection seems to focus on the exits, and she seems more concerned with her ability to leave than her strange manner of arrival.

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Have you seen a creature that was a bit like a deer but not quite?

Oh! Why yes! I have! He came for dinner last Saturday!