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[toujoursfluer]

[She wakes up in the middle of the forest. It is hard to tell what time of day it is but things seem to be more alive. Everything is moving. It is then she realizes she is somewhat...changed.]



[Well then, this is interesting. She tries to speak, but only comes out with a faint meow. How frustrating. Finding her journal she flips it open with a swipe of a paw, and sees that the writing function has been disabled. Of course it has. But you may, if you are fortunate, see a black cat staring down at you until she flips the book back shut, picks it up in her mouth and trots villagward.]

[Feel free to meet her any where, including journal pings. Replies will come from toujourschatte]

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[fierybluebird]

[Marco is chilling out, enjoying a tea outside and watching the ghosts pull pranks on everyone. Indeed, every so often he rates their pranks on a scale of one to ten for how funny/inventive it was. This mostly just leads to a lot of pranks being pulled on himself but he doesn't seem to mind. Given the prank war he's got with Ace, this at least just seems like practice.]

[That's when he spots the black cat carrying a journal. Hm.]

Oi oi kitty~! [Offers a piece of his fish sandwich to lure her over.]

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[toujourschatte]

[A fish sandwich?

Really?

That is the best you can do?

She's just going to set the book down and sit, tail curled over her paws as she gives you the hardest stare a cat can muster. Think again, Bird-chan]

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[fierybluebird]

[Wow. This cat is almost as cold as his girlfriend. And twice as judgmental.]

No, eh? Want some milk?

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[toujourschatte]

[It is actually not a good idea to give a cat milk, she knows this from reading, and she is not interested in any case. She continues to stare as she wonders if the same applies to wine or coffee for that matter. As for you, she'll continue to stare at you just as hard and just as cold]

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[tapdancinskelly]

[Well this was new. It wasn't every day you had a black cat in your journal, or for that matter, approach the straw hat house hold. Brook was sitting outside drinking some tea when he spotted the little black cat, and it piqued his interest. Seeing as how he'd been told most of the animals in Luceit could talk, and Brook had a knack for talking to no one in particular anyways, he leaned down to look the cat in the eyes.]

Good morning miss pretty kitty.

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At least I think you're a miss... I have a hard time telling with cats. If you're a mister pretty kitty I duly apologize.

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[toujourschatte]

[It is somewhat relieving to see a familiar face. Though Brook is certainly taller than he used to be. Robin will sit in front of him, set the journal down and slide it over, patting it with a paw, trying to get him to look at it]

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[tapdancinskelly]

[Well she was certainly a clever little cat, he'd give her that.]

For me? Why thank you!

[He moved to take the journal, curious as to who this cat might have swiped it from... if anybody. For all he knew, this cat could be a new resident, or the result of a strange experiment, right? What he saw though, made him want to raise an eyebrow... unfortunately he had none.]

This is Robin's, isn't it?

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[toujourschatte]

[She nods and blossoms a few tails to drive the point home. Also, because she can, she blossoms eyes at the ends of those tails and fixes them on you. More eyes for you since you have none]

[pantheraleo]

[Walking around the village is another type of kitty. A lion cub to be exact. Simba has been very curious about the festivities surrounding this "Halloween" and has been checking things out. It's during this that he spots a black cat carrying a journal, and trots up to her.]

Hey!

[toujourschatte]

[Now this is interesting. A greater predator...but a friendly one? How curious. And how curious he can speak. Robin sets the book down and sits, regarding him a moment, her tail tucked over her paws. Should she talk to him? Can she talk to him? Will a simple meow do? Would a greeting be cat instinct or human reason? A combination of the two? How fascinating to try.]

*Herlo. Is this your territory?*

[pantheraleo]

[Simba has seen other cats around the village before, but this is the first one he's seen with a journal.]

Huh? Well... I live here, so I guess it kinda is. But I haven't claimed it or anything.

[Not yet anyway. Maybe when he's older and can better defend a territory. Hmmm.]

[toujourschatte]

[Hmm. That is not quite what she meant to say. Interesting though that it would come out that way. Perhaps she can speak without trying. Will the cat's natural instincts take over?]

I think it is probably unclaimable.

[She's pleased that this method seems to work]

Are you new? Perhaps a friend of the wolf goddess?

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[alabastajewel]

[Late in the evening of the 31st, Vivi will finally return to House 6--and straight to bed. Though she managed to receive the cure for the virus she'd been infected with on the draft, it will take some time for her body to recover from the ravages of the infection.]

[Indeed, the marks of it are plain on her; her face drawn and pale, with hints of a greyish pallor to her complexion, limbs shaky and unsteady when she ventures from bed, usually just for a trip to the bathroom and back. And there's a blankness to her face, a hollowness in her gaze--at times she stares for uncomfortable stretches of time, eyes unfocused. Perhaps this is simply another symptom of the physical ordeal her body has been through...or perhaps there's more to it than that.]

[Most of her time by far is simply spent sleeping, though it cycles through rounds of deep slumber, fitful restlessness, and light dozing. She's been in the last for the past half-hour or so, dimly aware of her surrounding while melting in and out of half-remembered dreams.]

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[toujourschatte]

[Robin did not know Vivi had returned. But upon her rounds of the house, insatiably curious at the new perspective of it all, she smells something off. The door is easy enough to paw open when one can blossom paws from everywhere and she cautiously slips into the room...and sees Vivi. A very sick Vivi. Robin is not sure what to do. Chopper is not here and she is not sure if anyone would know. Perhaps you are recovering?

In any case, a black cat is perched at the end of your bed, watching you uncertainly]

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[alabastajewel]

[Some time passes before Vivi's eyes flutter open once more, and she merely begins to roll to her other side before drifting off again--or at least, that's what would have happened had she not noticed the silhouette of a cat dimly-outlined at the foot of her bed. She lifts one hand slightly, outstretching it.] Pumpkin.

[Her voice comes out in an almost startling croak, but she's beyond caring right now. Nor does she notice that despite the darkness, that cat is entirely too black to be Pumpkin. Even the faint glint of light from those reflective feline eyes are the wrong color--also unnoticed. The important thing is there is a small presence with soft fur here that is frustratingly just out of Vivi's reach.]

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[toujourschatte]

{Robin hesitates. Then decides it doesn't matter and moves toward that hand, bumping her head against it before sliding under and arching her back to the warmth. If this is the most she can do to help a nakama, even one as uncertain to her as Vivi, she will do her best.]

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[spohkh]

[Spock was out later that evening... for the most part ignoring or paying little attention to the paranormal activity.
He was alone...until he sensed another presence...

An ebony feline... curious.

Spock lowers himself to the ground and holds out his hand, attempting to gain the cats' attention.]

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[toujourschatte]

[Someone is trying to get her attention. A pointed eared human. Curious.

She sits with her tail curled around her feet and looks at the hand, and then looks at him.

You have her attention. Now what do you want with it?]

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[spohkh]

[Spock does notice the journal in the cat's mouth...

That leaves several possible options. However, Spock moves his hand forward in an attempt to pet the cat on the head.]

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[toujourschatte]

[Robin moves back from the hand. Fur bristling on instinct. And she quickly writes in the dirt]

No.

[concasse]

[Like Vivi, Sanji returns on the 31st - virtually silent, and only sparing the minimum effort required for dinner. On the surface, it's plain to see why: Nami isn't present, Vivi can barely keep anything down, Robin hasn't returned...

No one's going to be hungry tonight, anyway, so what's the point? If there is one, it has yet to reveal itself in the stir-fry he's set his blank stare to.]

[toujourschatte]

[The food smells good and Robin's stomach grumbles. She hasn't eaten anything yet, she realizes. Not for a while. She wonders downstairs and stops as she sees Sanji cooking listlessly at the stove. Is it because of Zoro, she wonders? Or something else entirely? Either way, it is terrible to see nakama upset, especially since she's not particularly skilled in giving comfort.

Still, Robin will do her best, trotting closer and rubbing up against his legs, purring softly]

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[concasse]

[Surprise surprise, Sanji doesn't spare her a glance. This wouldn't be the first time a feline has nuzzled up against his ankles, after all. The gesture does warm him some, so that his lips twitch favorably, but his tone is naked and tired when he speaks]

Pumpkin-chan, I don't have any food for you today.

[concasse]

[... Of course, when a resounding meow of confusion echoes from the other side of the kitchen, the real Pumpkin angling her head curiously in her owner's direction, the chef tenses on the spot. He's not much in the mood for mind games, Luceti; don't screw with him right now.]

... Never seen you around before. [Still, it's a cat, and he has a certain fondness for them. Sanji doesn't smile when he looks at her, but his tone passes for temperate.] And you're not the usual visitor I get, either. [After setting the stir fry to the side, he bends and reaches out to scratch the cat's ears] And what shall I call you, neh? And how the hell did you get in here...

[toujourschatte]

[Poor Sanji. To hear that tone from him is more than a little unusual and frightening in a way. This place changes her nakama so much. His fingers are warmer, more deft. Being a cat is certainly a study in fingertips. She rubs her head against his hand, marking him instincitively with the side of her mouth. Then to answer his question of how she got in...

Robin moves back and sits on her haunches, then she crosses her forepaws over her chest and soft black paws blossom from the ground to wrap around Sanji's ankle]