Characters: The Sorcerer Not-Yet-Supreme, Star-Cat, Star-Lord, and the Librarian
Location: Building 318 and various
Date: Day 339-343
Summary: The visiting of Flynn Carsen to the clan of Snow.
Warnings: References to character death, drowning, blood (because this is a scary building), more CW's in ensuing threads.

( And I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on )

Characters: Bluestar, Sunpaw/Star-Lord/Peter Quill, Stephen Strange, the Cat/Pounce
Location: Building 317
Date: Night 336
Summary: Sadness. Just...sadness.
Warnings: Animal death/character deaths, drowning, breakdown/potential suicidal ideation, cancer-- will update more CW's as necessary and also within threads

( But now I'm only falling apart )

Characters: Stephen, Peter, Bluestar, J. Rhys, and the Cat
Location: Various locations in Residential Zones 1 and 2
Date: Days 328-331
Summary: SnowClan travel to their new territory, then meet up with their god and his protector. Also, pit aftermath. This is fine. This is all fine.
Warnings: Discussions of self harm and suicidal ideation are likely. Please post specific warnings in headers.

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[ Video ]

[ The Cat doesn't look particularly sad to human eyes. If anything he might look a little scared. His ears are back, hair on end, tail tucked tight against his body. It takes a keen (or feline) eye to recognize his body language as depressed. ]

Karkat and Rose are dead. Davesprite has not revived.

You have my condolences.

Hello, everyone... I have a few things to say, that might be important to everyone here.

[She's sharing a video, so... everyone will be able to see that the speaker is a scrawny and slightly unkempt Russian blue cat, who is currently not wearing her jacket - which means that the long and deep scar running across her shoulders is plainly visible. She also has a torn ear and slightly crumpled whiskers in case there were any doubts that she's not your average pampered house cat.]

It's been almost a moon now, I think, since the idea of SnowClan came to me. Since then, the one I was hoping to be my deputy has died, and we are still waiting for him to return, but the idea has blossomed while he was away. Originally, I had planned to hide away from you Twolegs... but it's become clear to me that we have a common goal, and that is staying alive.

I intend to claim a territory in one part of the Twolegplace - I'm not sure what part yet, but it will be small by Twoleg standards. Just a few nests to move between to avoid the mind-sickness. There will be no tax for moving through SnowClan territory, and no need for guard accompaniment - not yet, at least. I only ask that you're respectful of those you meet there, and take nothing without asking me first.

Those who would like to join SnowClan are free to, as long as the existing members accept you. I only ask that you accept my leadership, and the duty to keep your clanmates safe - I will handle teaching each new member our customs, until they're comfortable to teach others. I do not want to impose on those who don't wish to be part of this; I only want to offer refuge for those who need it. Warm nests, stores of food, and clanmates who will protect you from any danger we face here.

I do have to mention, though, that Doctor House is not allowed in or near SnowClan territory. I trust that he's kind enough to respect that, but I am willing to organize a patrol to keep him out if I have to.

[Judging by her tone, no, she doesn't trust him to respect it. There's a very real threat in her voice, her tone turning icy as she speaks about him.]

There's been a lot of talk recently about this discovery that we might not really be us, that we might be digital copies downloaded into random bodies, and I know that it's been bothering a lot of people to think that they might not be "real". I don't know whether it's true that we're not the original people that we think we are or if we're copies, though I guess it would explain a lot of what happens here and how we're altered or brought back from the dead.

[In a way less horrifying way than he has been imagining this whole time.]

But I just wanted to say that I think we're real. Maybe not the originals, but real all the same. It doesn't matter where I came from, I'm still me with my own memories, experiences, and feelings. And all of you are real, you've had real impact on the lives of other people here, friends and enemies alike. That has to count for something.

[He's struggled with the thought that he might not be real before, when Barry the Chopper taunted him about being a puppet. It tore him apart then, it nearly broke Ed in the accusing, but he learned a lesson from that. He won't forget that lesson easily.]

So-- so I thought it might be nice if we could talk about the things that are real to us, not just here, but back home. Talk about the worlds we remember and the people that were there, and share them with other people who might never have heard of anything like it. We could even add it all to Mr. Carsen's library, an encyclopaedia of worlds. If you'd like to share, I'd love to hear it. So, um, that's all.

Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, the Cat, and Bluestar, then later also Rose
Location: The pharmacy and other stops along the way to the grocery store.
Date: Day 306 and onward.
Summary: Two cats, a 'kat, and one outnumbered bird meet up because Bluestar doesn't have thumbs, then later the bird's totally human sister shows up.
Warnings: None expected.

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[Wherever Bluestar has ended up, it's very dark; dark enough that it's difficult to see any of her except the green reflection in her pupils and the silver of her muzzle. Her fur is fluffed up, and she's still wearing her black kitty coat. She hasn't run into anyone who can help her get out of it.]

Travel here is so much harder than it was back home...

[And she's been much too picky about her meals, a fact which is confirmed by the loud rumbling of her belly.]

...Cats aren't meant to survive on our own. I need a companion. If anyone knows how to get to where I am... I'll travel with a Twoleg if I have to, but I don't know how long I can make it alone.

[It's been so long since she's seen another face that wasn't on her glowbox. It's painfully lonely after spending her entire life surrounded by her clan.]

If anyone has seen Rocket, please let me know where he is. Rocket, if you see this, tell me you're still alright.

[Maybe those memories of traveling with him weren't real, but that doesn't mean she can't worry about him.]

Characters: Davesprite, the Cat, then Ecks, and lastly Alfie and Royce
Location: The grocery store (144), then the post office (141)
Date: Day 300
Summary: That awkward moment when your plans to meet up with friends turn into meeting up with a dude you tried to steal from once, but your other friend's still dead, and you picked up a golem at the store on the way over.
Warnings: Talk of anomaly death, and Davesprite will be on edge from the (event memory) time he decided not getting stabbed was more important than successful theft. Other warnings will be added as necessary.

( thiefapalooza 2kwhatever )

Characters: Alfie Solomons, the Cat, Davesprite, Karkat Vantas, Royce Melborn
Location: building 141
Date: evening of 298
Summary: meet-up before Karkat's inevitable demise
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

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Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, the Cat, Beckett, Angel, Rhys (the dickcheese one), and Enoch
Location: Building 309
Date: Day 285
Summary: A whole bunch of people meet up, tablet chips get handed off, and maybe pancakes happen.
Warnings: Nothing planned.

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Mm, so, is anyone else here from a very long time ago?

[Magenta apparently decides to leave it at that for a couple minutes, before returning to elaborate on the question with a carefully maintained tone of carelessness to his voice. It's a far cry from what he actually sounds like when he's excited or happy, but to the casual listener, it's probably close enough.]

I mean--you know. I think we're s'posed to be in...twenty-one-and-something, I can't remember the exacts, but is anyone here from long before now? A few folks I've talked to have mentioned they're from twenty-something, early twenty-something, but I don't know about all of y'all.

[A pause.]

I'm from 1891, and I reckon it's all a little new to everyone, but it sure seems like y'all have an easier time of gettin' used to things! Computers, and the nan...nan--nanomachines, and whatever else. I don't really know much about any of it, and I'm not that smart to begin with! It's all past me, and I'm sorry for not bein' much help. I guess what I'm meanin' to ask is how everyone deals with figurin' stuff out from the future.

He~ey, though, while we're on it: tell me about the future! I've heard the airplanes are marvelous. I'm very interested in all of it, even if I can't quite get it.

[ Video ]

[ The Cat has already been settled under a blanket, so the shorter hair where he was shaved isn't visible. His bright purple eyes are very visible, though, staring straight into the camera. There's a pendant around his neck as well, hanging from a gold chain. It appears to be a burning ember, encased in resin but still glowing lightly.

There is no preamble, no explanation. ]

In the beginning, there was chaos. The essence of violence, suffering, rage and hate, swirling together in the very anathema of life.

But from the chaos arose two beings: Father Universe and Mother Flame. Together they tamed the chaos, shaped it to their own wills. From it Father Universe created the Earth, the seas, the forests and mountains, creatures both great and small. Mother Flame created the stars, the planets, comets and meteors and all that flies beyond the limits of the sky.

They looked at what they had created and knew that it was too great to be governed by only the two of them. It deserved proper, dedicated care. And so they created the gods.

First came great Mithros, and to him was given the sun, and justice, and the maintenance of order. And wise Mother Flame, understanding the shortcomings of her mate, saw that next came the Great Mother Goddess. She was given the moon, and magic, and the mysteries of life.

They created the Black God of death, the Smith's God, the Dream King Gainel, and the Trickster. But still there was chaos, and it wanted a shape of its own. And so they created Uusoae. And Uusoae hated the Great Gods, and the Great Gods hated Uusoae. But Father Universe and Mother Flame understood this, and forbade absolutely that any of their children kill another.

And so the universe is in balance. But Uusoae is chaos, and chaos is hunger. The Great Gods caged her long ago, at the beginning of things, and with their powers combined they have kept her at bay.

But a day will come when Uusoae overcomes them, and breaks free of her prison. And when she does, she and her children will devour the world.

As it began, so shall it end. And so it shall begin again, in time.

[ Apparently that's all, because the video feed ends. ]

Evening, Night 281

89: A two-story A-frame house. The first floor has a living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms. The second floor has a master bedroom, master bathroom, and balcony. The upstairs master bedroom has been mostly cleared of furniture, which is now scattered around the rest of the house. All that remains is the bed. Blood stains the bed and the corner of the room, and "sorry for the mess, but they won't take us this way" has been written on the wall in marker in that same corner. In low light, an adult's and child's shadowy forms stand silently in the corner and watch the movements of anyone in the room at the time. The pressure in this room is high and often causes general discomfort, nosebleeds, nausea, and ear popping; it's worse the closer to the shadow corner one gets. A bloodstained, rusty butcher's knife rests on the ground in the bloody corner, completely unusable at this point and wrapped up in fabric. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, BIFF, ANGEL, RHYS, ZELL DINCHT, DAY FIFTY-THREE, TRAVELLING SOUTH" is carved into the wall. Outside is a shallow, covered grave, perhaps three feet deep, in which the skeletons of an adult and child rest.


( Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep )

Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, the Cat, and Alfie
Location: House 77
Date: Night 275
Summary: Four friends meet up to collectively miss their fifth friend.
Warnings: Likely discussion of self-harm and accidental suicide.

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Characters: Stephen Strange, Peter Quill, Davesprite, Karkat Vantas, and the Cat formerly known as Kitty Kitty Bang Bang
Location: Building 122
Date: Evening/Night 270
Summary: A chance meeting by night
Warnings: References to torture; psychological reactions to traumatic experiences

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