thank god
āAnyway, thereās nothing particularly noteable about this room, I feelā¦ Well, unless the order of the colours has something to do with it, I suppose.ā Kate said, still somewhat preoccupied withā¦ something.
āOā¦ Yā¦ Rā¦ Bā¦ Gā¦ Bā¦ Cā¦ Pā¦ Not the initials. Hm.ā Another pout. āGot nothing. Iām going to assume weāre missing some crucial infoā¦ Well, I suppose thereās the position of that damnable buzzing monitorā¦ Hm.ā
Kate sighs. āOh, wonderful. Ares. God of War. Totally normal name. Sorry, Mr. Ares, Iām justā¦not in the mood for pleasantries here. Because of whatās happening, you know.ā
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āJust because Iām apparently a catgirl now doesnāt mean you can call me the german word for cat!!!ā Kate snapped, a little softly.
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Hmm, generosity often brings joy to the sad~ Would you like me to fetch you something when my legs starts working? The dear of Gods maybe left enough kindness into the world to give us that certain thing.
āOh.ā Kate blinked, then chuckled. āWell, Iām at least starting to see whatās going on here. I have nothing I need at the moment, thank you.ā
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Hmm-hmm, very well. Iāll say rest on my floor and plan my head up until an opportunistic chance of socializing arrives.
Kate gently tiptoed away from Ares, looking warily at them, and looked around the room looking for someone moreā¦ well, comprehensible in affect.
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Miss Kate sayā¦ what room are you going to visit? The art room looks sort of promisingā¦
āThis is clearly the setup for some kind of game, quite probably a deadly one. Why should I tell you?ā she asked.
āWith respect, I just woke up in a room full of strangers with surgically attatched cat ears. Anybody not being cynical in this situationā¦ā A pause.
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