RATATOSKR

[soulping]

You step into a small airy room made entirely of porcelain and frosted glass. Squishy armchairs — the old fashioned type; pretty velvet affairs with patterns of roses in your team’s color and legs of dark wood — line the walls.

Pride of place in the center of the room is a table, upon which rests: a list of instructions; a spread of cards; and a box made out of mirrored glass with eleven slits in the top. Each slit is outlined in a team color.

Beyond the table is a huge, floor to ceiling hourglass. A certain number of blood red crystals reside at the bottom ...

Comments

Re: DISCUSSION

[dontcallmedarling]

[He sighs, getting to his feet, wincing as he makes his way over to Gloss.]

Re: DISCUSSION

[cosmetician]

[SLAPS HIM IN THE FACE once it's possible to do so]

Don't do that again.

[and then sighs]

We're going to reage Sol, save a Cat, and spend the other four crystals on teams that need it.

Re: DISCUSSION

[dontcallmedarling]

[Oof, okay. That stings.]

Believe me, not planning on it.

[He kind of... looks at you.]

Shouldn't we try and get you healed up, too?

[Says the guy who looks like equal parts training dummy and pincushion.]

Re: DISCUSSION

[cosmetician]

It can wait. We'll get a quest from Jo, later, for our injuries and Sekhmet's faceblindness thing.

[worst day ever]

People are dead and the Cats have been fucked with in the head. Priorities, you know?

Re: DISCUSSION

[dontcallmedarling]

...Yeah. I hear ya.

[He sighs.]

I mean... if you're cool with that. I won't judge.

[Not like he was going to ask anyone to bring him back up to snuff.]