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[ooc: This post is taking place after the fourth wall event. :3]
[Well, it seems the train's fetish for transforming people has continued. Aging up, aging down, genderswitch, and now...well, what else?
There's a pile of distinctive rough silk and leather clothing on the floor in front of the door out of one of the common seating cars, and it seems to be kinda pissed off. A black bottle-brush tail manages to make its way out of the tangled pile, lashing in agitation.
...there's a cat buried and tangled in Ken's clothes. A largish, extremely fluffy, extremely black cat. And he doesn't look too happy about being there.]
[Well, it seems the train's fetish for transforming people has continued. Aging up, aging down, genderswitch, and now...well, what else?
There's a pile of distinctive rough silk and leather clothing on the floor in front of the door out of one of the common seating cars, and it seems to be kinda pissed off. A black bottle-brush tail manages to make its way out of the tangled pile, lashing in agitation.
...there's a cat buried and tangled in Ken's clothes. A largish, extremely fluffy, extremely black cat. And he doesn't look too happy about being there.]