So I can ship, say, Equius with more than one purrson per quadrent?

Oh, of course! Just because you like him with Aradia, doesn’t mean you can’t also think that maybe he would be good with Gamzee.

You mean beclaws, right?

Oh, yeah, keep furgetting the puns. But, anyway, that’s really how it works. Besides, we don’t know what all’s canon, as there’s ( Read more... )

[The video feed comes on, and Nepeta grins into the screen, a slight hint of a red streak of dried something across her cheek] So, I’ve been fighting these monsters, and they don’t seem to drop any grist, but they don’t seem to be consorts, either, there’s too many varieties, and they didn’t try to commewnicate.

So… [She shows the feed a stripped ( Read more... )

[The video feed comes on to a sight of, what else, Nepeta looking quizzical, her hat and jacket smudged with a faint layer of dust, as if she had been skidding through a dust pile.]

Did everything change suddenly for everyone else? It isn't dusty and broken anymore... And where did my longtailbeast go?

[She sounds more put out by the lost of ( Read more... )

[After the crash and fire, while everyone else was milling around, Nepeta had taken off into the jungle, scampering up into the nearest tree.

Around three hours later, the troll is calling back home. At first the feed is only showing her face]

I may need some help bringing this hornbeast back…

[The feed shifts to show what looks like a deer ( Read more... )

[If anyone were near to the parlor, they would hear several suspicious sounds in short succession: a piercing cry that sounds suspiciously similar to a cat’s attack cry, a loud metallic crash, the sound of loud popping and cracking, then a short yowl of triumph.]

[Feeling altogether miserable, Nepeta drags herself down from the upper level of the library to the kitchen. Sniffling a bit, Nepeta digs through the refrigerator, pulling together something that approached a meal. She had spent the last two days in the library, and although she wasn’t hungry, she knew that she needed to eat something.

Once she had ( Read more... )

[The small gray-skinned, black-haired girl peeks out of the door to her room, amber eyes darting from one side of the hall to another, then edges through the doorway slowly, Blackberry clutched firmly in her hand. She has no clue where she was, or how she had gotten there, but she was going to find out, somehow. She had to get back to the base, ( Read more... )