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[nohalation]

Who: FIN AND PROBABLY GUESTS, that's how it is
Where: FIN DORM
When: AFTER THE GAME

[HELLO, TEAM SILVER, how we doing lately?]

Comments

[purrrnicious]

[A VISITORRRRrrrrr scratching at the door as usual]

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Too late BARiTONES, he's already drinking]

For the last time---

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Oh]

Hello, Kohime.

[purrrnicious]

[There's always room for more drinking. She'll just invite herself in and circle him, once, curiously.]

Who'd you think I was, and what'd they do to earn your snake pit of doom or whatever it's called?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Silly Kohime.

As if I need a good reason to drop people into the snake pit.

[purrrnicious]

[Leaning in until they're almost nose to nose.]

You've never dropped me.






[Then moving past him to go right into the dorm like she owns the place.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Cat ownership life.

But she's right. He doesn't drop her in the pit. Or stop her.

As he follows:]

You here to see someone in particular?

[purrrnicious]

[She hops up on some of their weird geometric furniture, balancing precariously for a moment before she tumble-falls off and winds up on the floor with her feet propped up in a way that it's extremely unclear if she meant to do it or not.]




I'm bored. Also, how do you get trains to change tracks? Is there seriously just a giant lever?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Sidestepping. And graciously not commenting]

Yes.

There is just a giant lever.

Why?

[purrrnicious]

Because we're gonna load them up with alcohol and run them into each other to get rid of some stupid mail stuff. Duh.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And you need someone to pull the lever from afar?

[purrrnicious]

Uh, do we?

[like how do trains even work tho]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[


]

I'm going to say yes.

Otherwise you're going to miss the fireworks.

[purrrnicious]

What? Why? Where's the stupid lever, hidden underground somewhere?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

They're usually housed near where the tracks diverge.

[purrrnicious]

I guess. . . if we set them on the same track when they're still far apart. . .

[Twitching her tail, trying to work out the logistics of this.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Were you hoping for a head-on collision? Or one ramming into the other from behind?

Or some other third more dangerous option?

[purrrnicious]

Head-on.

[A pause, then:]

What’s the third option?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Have one jump the tracks.

That'd take pretty good aim though.

[purrrnicious]

[Scritches idly at her cheek.]

Nah, I'll just have them run into each other. Should still be good with all the alcohol we'll be loading on to really back it light up.