[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width=350px][justify]"Eyy. Lovers and friends let's gather round for some fun." Miss sat at the head of a massive, mahogany table. The empty seats that lined the sides of the furnishing were waiting for butts to fill them as the rook tapped her claws impatiently. Hey, what would be the point of power if she didn't wield it? "Bring the new kids and the old, okay? This meeting has a little something for everyone." So what if she was being more informal than usual? The nostalgia was strong ever since her little chat about the old times with Skullpaw. Of course, things would be different if she'd noticed that he was dead. Whoops.
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WHEN THE CAT'S AWAY [MEETING] THE MICE WILL PLAY!
- Miss Havisham
- Closed
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Hoppity hop hop. Milkywaywishes had arrived, just as she had promised. She hopped over, sitting besides Feza before letting her gaze focus on the temporary vice-leader.[color=transparent] #Milkywaywishes
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A meeting, perfect. As Vinny's roleplayer was horribly inactive she was behind on what was going on though she didn't question why Miss Havisham was holding a meeting as one; Miss Havisham was badass and she would be more than happy to follow her lead and two; meetings were cool. Flicking her tail absently she lifted a paw to inspect her bracelets idly, "Hmm." she murmured as she saw one had been chipped. Damn.
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"So, who wants to go first?"
[The interviews are ICly mandatory, not OOCly.]
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Feza listened very intently. Interviews? Well, she liked the idea, but not so much the one of one attacking, her wings unfurling slightly and twitching for a few seconds before she forced them back down.
I could do the first one. She offered, head tilted slightly and a smile on her face.
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