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WHO: Residents of Residence #005
WHERE: ... Residence #005
WHEN: 5/20 ― 5/23
WHAT: Housemate stuff. Go ahead and throw up your own starters as you like! Mingle! Find cat poop somewhere in a corner! (Wow, gross.)
WARNINGS: Mike is a sad, sad person.

Comments

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Yeah I figured. He'd probably screech and wake up all the roommates or something.

( mathilda pets him gently on the side. she was never necessarily fond of cats but she doesn't dislike them either. the only person she knew who loved them was her younger brother-

so remembering him made her a bit saddened but she tried her best to cheer up once more by bending down and giving the cat a small kiss on the ear. he might be dirty but she's a kid and well whatever. )

Mathilda, yours?

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I'm Karen. You haven't been here long, have you?

[ Nelson didn't leave that long ago and neither did Hooded Justice. It's odd they both just upped and disappeared, but trying to reach Nelson by communicator proved a fruitless endeavor in the end. She knows what it means when the message can't be sent.

The cat dips his head, purring softly. Normally he's wary of strangers, but with Karen holding him, he seem at ease for now.

Karen observes Mathilda studiously, brows knitting close together. ]

Are you feeling okay, Mathilda?