Third Mission ⊕ [Dictated/Action]

[fairlyclassichim]

[As has been the case since Christmas Day, residents may encounter a certain ocelot roaming the castle as well as the grounds. What, like he's supposed to keep him cooped up in his room? Poor little guy has had enough of Meowschwitz for a lifetime, thanks. Archer is thrilled, to say the least.

He's pretty harmless, with the exception of gratuitously marking his territory wherever he feels like it. His new master is pretty oblivious to any of this going on outside his own room - but that's nothing new. He apologizes for himself. Not really.

Still, as Sterling enjoys a romp outside in the snow with Babou and some of their new toys, he's in higher spirits than usual. The TLC from Molotov during their very Stepford Christmas has rejuvenated him a little, filling a void from his childhood that he didn't care to think about much. On that note, he sounds much happier than usual when he takes a break and cracks open his journal to chat with his fellow residents.]

So... what's up? How was everyone's Christmas? Anyone got any fun plans for New Years Eve?

[Really, it's about time he makes some friends around here. He's at least gotta try.]

Comments

[babyaliendaddy]

[Well, well, look who was up and around again! Tucker was practically beaming from ear to ear.]

Drinking like a boss, sir. And where the hell have you been?

[fairlyclassichim]

[He chuckles and sighs.]

Man, you have no idea. I got turned into a kid for the whole Christmas in the suburbs thing. Other than that? Drinking alone and chasing this fox-eared asshole around, since I have an ocelot now.

[babyaliendaddy]

[Tucker is smirking because hah hah no he wasn't totally a gollyshucks lawyer...]

Now that? That's pretty damned hilarious. Except for the ocelot thing. Why the fuck do you have that? And what does it do?

[fairlyclassichim]

[They'll have to exchange ridiculous tales over drinks later, obviously.]

No no, the ocelot thing is great. It's kind of a long story, but it's one of my insane coworkers' pets... sort of... and we're kinda buddies. He's even growling and pissing on shit less now that he has a whole damn castle to run around in instead of one stupid empty room, which was pretty ridiculous for such an exotic creature. And he remembers me!!!

[babyaliendaddy]

[Obviously, because these two and ridiculous is the way to go.]

Huh! ... I never had a pet like that, well, except Caboose and I'm not sure he counted. But seriously, what the hell? Why would you lock a wild creature in a small room? That's douchebaggy.