Nya?

[if you pass the battered park today, you might find an odd sight. It's STR... waving an arm badly and generally failing to dislodge the kitten the kitten that has taken residence in her hoodie.]

Nya?

Leave.

Nya!

[:|]

[...help her or help the kitten. Your choice.]

[Aaand stumbling through the DR today, barely able to keep herself upright... is STR. With hands. Actual hands. And more than a few cuts and scrapes...]

Help...

[s'up DR. Today has brought with it a fresh, pristine layer of snow, fluffy and white as can be ( Read more... )

[Hello there DR; it's a pleasant, sunny day and STR is spending it out on a grassy field, sat on a spread out sheet with her boots off, working on her hands with remarkable dexterity for someone only capable of using their feet.

A few books are also laid out nearby ( Read more... )

[In a slightly more abandoned corner of the Dressing Room, the ground quakes... and the earth splits, as a gigantic, tank-like hand smashes its way up through the top soil.

Following shortly is the joint to a more humanoid shoulder, followed by a head hidden under a soil-clogged hoodie and scarf, then the ground splits again as the second arm pulls ( Read more... )