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[cloakand_danger]

[This whole cat business had better not last too much longer. Yuan's grumpy enough as it is, and not having opposable thumbs does not help his mood much.

Right now, he is sitting in front of a door on the eleventh floor, room 1119 to be specific. There's no name on the nameplate, but Yuan's too far down to see that.]

Raine! [He scratches at the door.] Raine, open up!

[Maybe she's in the library or something, and either way she's sure to hear only yowling, but if nothing else he'd like to let her know what's become of him, and he can't do that over the journal right now. So he's going to keep it up until
a) she gets back from wherever she is,
b) she wakes up and opens the damn door,
c) someone holds him up to show him that in fact she is no longer in the castle, or
d) someone distracts him from trying.]

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[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[a certain occupant of Room 1102 is on his way down to the library for a nice cup of tea and some report writing, when he nearly trips over the little blue cat, yowling at the blank door]

Oh! Terribly sorry! ... Who might you be, then? Rai--

[yep, he thinks he's Raine, but then his eyes fly to the nameplate to make sure he's remembering Who Lives Where properly, and --]

Well, that's odd. This can't be your room. [clearly he must have misremembered Raine's door]

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan looks up at him, both quizzical and demanding. Why can't it be his door? How many blue-haired cats do you know that would look at you quite that way? Are you going to offer any milk?]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Well, you're very blue, so you've got to be someone from about here, that's for certain. [squats down to get a proper look at him] But I think you're at the wrong door, you see, there's no one here.

[cloakand_danger]

[His eyes narrow.]

That isn't funny, Doctor. I was very careful to count the doors right...

[Of course, it's nothing but a particularly flat 'Meow' unless you speak Cat...]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[which he doesn't, sadly. ... that tone, though. somehow, it's unmistakable. unfazed, he blinks and smiles a little]

Oh. Hello, Yuan.

[cloakand_danger]

[Do cats even have eyebrows? They must, because this one's clearly arching one. 'Took you long enough.'

But the topic at hand is more important! He paces in a circle in front of the door.]

Check again. This is Raine's room, I'm sure of it. [That came out sounding far more plaintive than he intended, but nuances do get lost in translation, after all.]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[it is NOT his fault that first meow wasn't cranky enough, Yuan. NOT AT ALL]

... Oh, what's the matter, mm? There's no --

Wait. [his face falls] No ... oh, someone's missing.

[and the transformation that comes over him in the next few seconds make it perfectly clear that he's realized who Yuan must have been looking for ... and that she's gone. his shoulders slump, he purses his lips, and drops his head, closing his eyes.]

Oh. Oh, Yuan, I'm sorry.

[he reaches out and sets a hand on his back with a sigh]

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[strutting by when he sees the blue kitty]

Hullo, there.

[cloakand_danger]

Hello. [Yuan sits down and curls his tail around his feet in a dignified manner, and it's only then that he recognizes the voice.] ...Doctor?

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

Yes? [Turns around, blinking. It takes him half a second before he realizes.] Oh, Yuan! You've been transformed, too, I see.

[cloakand_danger]

So it seems. At least we can understand each other like this, even if no one else can.

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

Yes, it makes things a bit easier. At least Lakare had the decency to leave a pot of ink out near my journal so I can communicate with him somewhat.

[cloakand_danger]

That does sound convenient. ...Or possibly very messy, I suppose. [In a choice between licking ink off his paws or tracking it everywhere, he's really not sure what sounds like a more appealing option.]

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[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[a certain occupant of Room 1102 is on his way down to the library for a nice cup of tea and some report writing, when he nearly trips over the little blue cat, yowling at the blank door]

Oh! Terribly sorry! ... Who might you be, then? Rai--

[yep, he thinks he's Raine, but then his eyes fly to the nameplate to make sure he's remembering Who Lives Where properly, and --]

Well, that's odd. This can't be your room. [clearly he must have misremembered Raine's door]

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan looks up at him, both quizzical and demanding. Why can't it be his door? How many blue-haired cats do you know that would look at you quite that way? Are you going to offer any milk?]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Well, you're very blue, so you've got to be someone from about here, that's for certain. [squats down to get a proper look at him] But I think you're at the wrong door, you see, there's no one here.

[cloakand_danger]

[His eyes narrow.]

That isn't funny, Doctor. I was very careful to count the doors right...

[Of course, it's nothing but a particularly flat 'Meow' unless you speak Cat...]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[which he doesn't, sadly. ... that tone, though. somehow, it's unmistakable. unfazed, he blinks and smiles a little]

Oh. Hello, Yuan.

[cloakand_danger]

[Do cats even have eyebrows? They must, because this one's clearly arching one. 'Took you long enough.'

But the topic at hand is more important! He paces in a circle in front of the door.]

Check again. This is Raine's room, I'm sure of it. [That came out sounding far more plaintive than he intended, but nuances do get lost in translation, after all.]

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[strutting by when he sees the blue kitty]

Hullo, there.

[cloakand_danger]

Hello. [Yuan sits down and curls his tail around his feet in a dignified manner, and it's only then that he recognizes the voice.] ...Doctor?

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

Yes? [Turns around, blinking. It takes him half a second before he realizes.] Oh, Yuan! You've been transformed, too, I see.

[cloakand_danger]

So it seems. At least we can understand each other like this, even if no one else can.

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

Yes, it makes things a bit easier. At least Lakare had the decency to leave a pot of ink out near my journal so I can communicate with him somewhat.

[cloakand_danger]

That does sound convenient. ...Or possibly very messy, I suppose. [In a choice between licking ink off his paws or tracking it everywhere, he's really not sure what sounds like a more appealing option.]