#5. biDalaaH.
[ voice ]
[There's a faint rustling in the background. When the Cat speaks up, she sounds a bit more subdued and fragile than usual.]
It's no wonder this City is in such a terrible mess. People come and people go--most of them human, what's more--and they leave their magic scattered about the place, and no one cleans up after them. If these deities really cared, they wouldn't allow such things.
Take the garden! Xanadu, after an ancient city glorified in a human poem. That poem belongs to me, you know, for it will forever be a mystery what the rest of it was. The person from Porlock was my unwitting servant.
[Her voice has gained some strength now; extolling her duties seems to have reinvigorated her somewhat.]
It's a very beautiful garden, with many delicious plants to chew on and vomit back up at my leisure. And yet the deities allow it to be polluted at its very heart! Naturally the dreamlands here are foggy and silent. The psychic wastes of all who have come here have bled into them, and no one has cleaned them up. Irresponsible!
[And now her voice falters again, grows muffled as if she has a paw over her mouth.]
And I cannot do it myself.
[OOC: The Cat encountered and tried to take on the Tree to rid the area of its evil vibes. This only succeeded in making her spiritually sick and plagued by nightmares for several days, which she spent hiding. She's finally gone and retrieved her Network device, but she's still shaken up.]
[There's a faint rustling in the background. When the Cat speaks up, she sounds a bit more subdued and fragile than usual.]
It's no wonder this City is in such a terrible mess. People come and people go--most of them human, what's more--and they leave their magic scattered about the place, and no one cleans up after them. If these deities really cared, they wouldn't allow such things.
Take the garden! Xanadu, after an ancient city glorified in a human poem. That poem belongs to me, you know, for it will forever be a mystery what the rest of it was. The person from Porlock was my unwitting servant.
[Her voice has gained some strength now; extolling her duties seems to have reinvigorated her somewhat.]
It's a very beautiful garden, with many delicious plants to chew on and vomit back up at my leisure. And yet the deities allow it to be polluted at its very heart! Naturally the dreamlands here are foggy and silent. The psychic wastes of all who have come here have bled into them, and no one has cleaned them up. Irresponsible!
[And now her voice falters again, grows muffled as if she has a paw over her mouth.]
And I cannot do it myself.
[OOC: The Cat encountered and tried to take on the Tree to rid the area of its evil vibes. This only succeeded in making her spiritually sick and plagued by nightmares for several days, which she spent hiding. She's finally gone and retrieved her Network device, but she's still shaken up.]