PARADISA

[Konoe is in the kitchen, cutting open a watermelon and marveling at the bright red flesh inside. The cat has been trying out some different fruits, but so far none of them had quite reminded him of his favorite back home in Sisa - a plum-sized fruit called the quim.

However, his quest has left him with a lot of fruit, so he's being a good kitten and is making little pieces of fruit for everyone to share. After a while, he dumps it all into the same large bowl and thus accidentally makes a fruit salad.]

Um... is there any way to get things from your home world? I mean, can you wish for it? Not that I want to make wishes, considering what happened.

Oh! There's a lot of fruit in the kitchen. Feel free to come by and get some. I cut it all up and mixed it.

Is this another castle thing? We just got home from that terrible mirror place, and now something else happens?

Is it always like this?




....so... um... who is staying in this Apollo cabin? There seems to be a lot of us.

[Hello, Paradisa! This evening the Kitchen Theater^TM is showing a live documentary about drug abuse.

It is somewhat occupied by a cat-eared young man, lying on the floor in the most random of positions. He slides around a bit and giggles before rolling over, his cloak getting stuck here and there and even covering his face once. He alternates the giggling with some purring sounds and flexes back his spine to the point where his hands almost meets his feet... and then back again, his crooked tail swishing back and forth.

The reason is obvious, if you notice the empty bucket nearby, and the fact that the floor is covered in dried green plants. Someone (read: Faye) once told the ribika about catnip, and this poor Sanga is now high as a kite.]

[Good evening, Paradisa. There's a young man in the lobby, sprawled on the floor like someone just knocked him out. He seems like an average medieval-era 18-20-year old, aside from the fact that he has two fluffy, white cat ears tipped in light-brown fur.

Groaning a bit, he seems to come out of a daze, not really sure what to expect. His crooked tail - in a similar color as his ears - shivers a bit, the fur bristling as he tries to decide whether of not he wants to open his eyes.

He couldn't hear that heartbeat any more, or the voices of the devils. But he couldn't hear Asato or Rai, either. Was he dead? Should he feel this nauseous if he was dead?

Opening a very orange eye, Konoe just... stares. This was someone's home? Covering his mouth, the young cat rolls over on his back, trying to not be sick. The snakes in his stomach were gone, too...

Finally.]

Haaah... hello?

[His ears fold back as soon as he speaks, feeling a bit stupid. Was this another trap?]