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CATS
You're in 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 — circle a large table, upon which you find a spread of afternoon tea. Mmm, tea and crumpets.
Cupboards, shelves, and drawers line the walls, all of them full with ... er, equipment. Knives, vials of strange liquids, sachets of powder, whips and guns and, well, the list goes on. Also on the wall, prominent and written in bold, is a list of rules. There is also a copy of the instructions that were given to the regular teams.
Cupboards, shelves, and drawers line the walls, all of them full with ... er, equipment. Knives, vials of strange liquids, sachets of powder, whips and guns and, well, the list goes on. Also on the wall, prominent and written in bold, is a list of rules. There is also a copy of the instructions that were given to the regular teams.