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revivalproject2023-02-14 04:08 pm
beholding_archivist) wrote in revivalproject2023-02-14 04:08 pm
[closed] Counting Cats
WHO: Jon, Salem & ALL THE MOTHCATS
WHERE: Library
WHAT: The only comanpy Jon has during the Blizzard is of the feline sort...
WHEN: During the blizzard
WARNINGS: Cats doing cat things. Paranoia & tpical Jon warnings.
He feels blind. He feels lost. He can barely think. And if it weren't for the Countess and her flock, Jon would have wandered out into the freezing snow on more than one occassion. But the mothcats are vigilant. They haven't ventured outside during the actual storm itself, but they have kept their watchful eyes on their two-legged companion. They have very effectively blocked his way to the door and used their numbers and charm to direct the confusd Archivist to a safe, comparably warm nook of the library where they very much piled themselves upon him. No leaving.
But that doesn't make him feel any safer. Tony has been working on the building, hasn't he? Or had he just said that he would? And Tony isn't around to ask. Where is Tony? Out in the storm? Does he need help now that Jon can't see? The one thing Jon does see is the Countess' feline face. Her eyes trained on him and feathery feelers twitching while her ears track any noise within the building.
"It's- Not safe." Jon tries to tell the animal, but she doesn't respond. Not in any audible way at least. But she winks at him. Jon wiggles a hand out from under the mothcats but his fingers only get pawed at from vatiour directions. "We need to- I must-- Hey. Stop it!"
WHERE: Library
WHAT: The only comanpy Jon has during the Blizzard is of the feline sort...
WHEN: During the blizzard
WARNINGS: Cats doing cat things. Paranoia & tpical Jon warnings.
He feels blind. He feels lost. He can barely think. And if it weren't for the Countess and her flock, Jon would have wandered out into the freezing snow on more than one occassion. But the mothcats are vigilant. They haven't ventured outside during the actual storm itself, but they have kept their watchful eyes on their two-legged companion. They have very effectively blocked his way to the door and used their numbers and charm to direct the confusd Archivist to a safe, comparably warm nook of the library where they very much piled themselves upon him. No leaving.
But that doesn't make him feel any safer. Tony has been working on the building, hasn't he? Or had he just said that he would? And Tony isn't around to ask. Where is Tony? Out in the storm? Does he need help now that Jon can't see? The one thing Jon does see is the Countess' feline face. Her eyes trained on him and feathery feelers twitching while her ears track any noise within the building.
"It's- Not safe." Jon tries to tell the animal, but she doesn't respond. Not in any audible way at least. But she winks at him. Jon wiggles a hand out from under the mothcats but his fingers only get pawed at from vatiour directions. "We need to- I must-- Hey. Stop it!"