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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy is playing off in a corner of the Plane, FAR FAR away from Mu and Hei and their messed up heads. She's got enough mess, thanks and no matter what the mun says she isn't going near them.

It seems like she's been coming to this portion of this plane for a while; there is a large collection of bits and pieces of garbage. Cigarette butts, bits of linoleum, various and sundry dumpster rescues, lots of bicycle spokes and a shoe. She's muttering to herself and pouncing around amidst the junk, scaling piles of bottlecaps and hissing as they scatter everywhere, then promptly running away after a bit of tin foil.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[expression of GREAT DISDAIN for mess as he strolls through, brushing the trash off to the side with his boot, hands in the pockets of his coat]

Must you make a mess everywhere?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[GAH HE MESSED IT UP. She goes to the bits he kicked aside and starts shoving them back in place with her head, tugging and kicking and muttering to herself.]

Wasn't a mess afore you came along. [She is in a bad mood today.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't get prissy at me. Unless you're a practitioner of deconstructionism, which I doubt, this is a mess.

[contract_star]

[Hei is wandering the Plane, looking for some place without people when he finds the trash pile.]

...Cy?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[ALSKDJ NO. She leaps away and starts hissing.]

No more broken gateways, no more madmen's dreams!

[contract_star]

[Jerks backward, surprised.]

C-Cy? ...Were you there? When I...

Damn. I--sorry. I'll go.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Oh God- the mess. He'll be dropping from the Plane now and returning promptly with a bin bag.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[NOOO WRRRYYYY. She races over to stand between him and her precious collection.] No! No touching! Mine!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Picking up a stray bottle cap.] You can't just leave all this lying around.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Stops and watches the cat for a while] Having fun?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Stops and looks up at him.] Working, Domino. Working!

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Oh? [He sits down near the piles of...stuff] What are you working on?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[aren't you the lucky cat, Cy. the Master, or at least this one, has absolutely no desire to disturb your mess. ...mainly because after spending months with anthropomorphic cats, one learns not to fiddle with the careful organisation of... junk. even if there is no discernible reasoning to it :|]

Working on something?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Making the mad hatters leave me alone.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Does this make you Alice, then?

[starlightbreak.livejournal.com]

[ Kitty! ]

Ne, you have a lot of things there!

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Trots up to her, tail in the air. Mew~]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[nngh, his poor oversensitive nose] Making something?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

It's a windbreaker. [Shove shove nudge.]

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

[Here comes perfectly strange Puck, who is just as amused by random shiny things as Cy is.]

Whoa, what's all this stuff? [He picks up a bicycle spoke and examines it.] Huh...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Oy! [Flouncing up to him, irate.] That's doing a job there, Roller Derby.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[HI, CY. Have a Ryotarou wandering by, this time without Deneb attached to him, if only because he remembers last time. He's kind of curious at wtf you're doing, but he figures you'll answer if you feel like it, and if not, he'll bugger off and leave you alone.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Pauses and looks up with a bicycle spoke in her mouth.] Cudunkter.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

...

[just... just watches from a distance, because OMFG IT MUST BE THE CAT.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[OMFG it's a little red thing. o.o This distracts her from her work, and even though she flinches when she leaves the cover of her junk pile, she keeps stalking toward the little red thing cautiously.]