[snapshot 2]

[reckoncourse]

[look, it's a very confused, lost looking shutterbug standing in the middle of the common room, sheepishly rubbing the back of her head through her afro]

Seems Ah've been a bit lost lately... have Ah missed anything good?

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[bobotic]

Good? [thinking about it]

Uhh... well, spoilers for the kitchen: there're, like, TONS of snacks in there!

[reckoncourse]

[at the mention of snacks, her stomach growls. getting lost is not conducive to getting three squares a day.]

...lead the way, darlin', I could eat a horse whole!

[bobotic]

...Ummm, I'd go with you, but I don't think I can eat right before the poll closes, you know? Really grody stuff happens, so...

[reckoncourse]

Poll?

[she's been, idk, exploring the recesses of the closets and basement or something and completely missed any polls.]

So... those polls th' book was talkin' about actually happen?

[sealedup]

[ Pascal slips into the room and leaps onto the back of the couch, observing, tail twitching minutely at the tip. it's always that twitch that he can't control... ]

[ and this one seems interesting. such a foreign manner of speaking ]

[reckoncourse]

[cat. her face spreads into a grin.]

Well hey there, li'l kitty cat!

[sealedup]

[ Pascal plays the part of the mute and only looks over, watching. in typical cat manner, he's saying with his body that if she wants to touch, she's going to have to come over and hope he doesn't run off ]

[reckoncourse]

[right, how's she s'posed to get close to cats again? look unaggressive, don't make eye contact... something... something something kitty okay she wants to pet the kitty and she's creeping forward, hand outstretched and eyes just slightly averted. nice kitty.]

Are you a nice kitty cat? Will ya let Auntie Lotta petcha?