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[healinglightof]

IT IS CATURDAY. POST SOME GOSH DARN CATS.

ETA: YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG.

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[tyliebe]

What the hell is Caturday?

[healinglightof]

[tyliebe]

*stares* That's a cat?

I see. I'm sorry, we haven't met. I'm Tyson - may I ask your name?

[healinglightof]

[calicious]

It's a bad pun. Like you've got male.

[tyliebe]

Right. And the yelling?

[calicious]

Pretty normal for him.

[tyliebe]

The definitions of "normal" in this place could drive any sane har to drink... except of course that there's no alcohol.

So how are you today?

[calicious]

We did once. I miss it.

About the same as always! Which is to say, bored out of my fucking skull. You must be finding things more interesting.

[tyliebe]

That's a word for it. Found one of those "laptops" on my bed this morning. So far it seems to be a repository for angsty, cryptic postcards and now cats.

Then there was the little female who claimed she isn't real, a plethora of sorcerers, superheros and aliens - who are mentioned but haven't introduced themselves - and of course the Gelaming.

[calicious]

Oh, child, so cynical! Ignore the angst, there's more interesting things you can do with the laptop. Did you know we're in Megalithica right now?

[tyliebe]

Really? I'd heard it's called Louisiana.

[calicious]

It's that, too.

[tyliebe]

Well, I suppose that will reassure everyone whenever I get around to going back: "Yeah, I stayed in Megalithica - give or take a few consonants and vowels."

Of course, they probably don't know I'm missing - that or they knew it was going to happen all along and somebody's laughing his ass off about now.

[calicious]

A bit of a conspiracy theorist, are you?

[tyliebe]

More of a realist. Too many seers and psychics around, and most of them don't exactly care about my well being. *shrugs*

So how did you wind up here?