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Houston, We Have Pounce Off. - [ Open Like An Open Thing ]
Title: Houston, We Have Pounce Off.
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
Epiphanies have been known to both be false and sometimes, not so wonderful. However, considering what had so recently transpired, a few things had come to light.
Now, after not only a welcome dose of laughter but a few sneaky bits of white chocolate (Billy, kill him later), there are a couple of impromptu, badly written, badly spelled "signs" done in raised-relief ink scattered about.
"Prince of Pounces. Challenge me, who dares?"
And yes. The Sensorium chamber which currently holds the writer of said messages is suitably fluff-ified and otherwise turned into a chamber ideal for such a challenge.
[[OOC: I blame this on very old logs, tea, chocolate and an intrepid starship captain-times-three. ]]
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
Epiphanies have been known to both be false and sometimes, not so wonderful. However, considering what had so recently transpired, a few things had come to light.
Now, after not only a welcome dose of laughter but a few sneaky bits of white chocolate (Billy, kill him later), there are a couple of impromptu, badly written, badly spelled "signs" done in raised-relief ink scattered about.
"Prince of Pounces. Challenge me, who dares?"
And yes. The Sensorium chamber which currently holds the writer of said messages is suitably fluff-ified and otherwise turned into a chamber ideal for such a challenge.
[[OOC: I blame this on very old logs, tea, chocolate and an intrepid starship captain-times-three. ]]
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Squeak. The ears flick forward, then back, then out to each side. With his ears perked like that -- left ear flaring to the left and right ear to the right -- he might just barely give the impression of a freakish blend of Stitch and a Papillon-breed dog.
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The motions his ears were going through reminded her of those blokes that directed traffic and she stifled a giggle.
Sweet gods, I am slow!fail!
Don't look now, Rose, but he's got a very faint flicker of mischief crossing his face. It's likely the only warning anyone gets before the oddity gently springs, fully intending to pounce the Human.
"Rrrraowrrrr."
He's two steps away from unleashing Phear The Adorableface.