Fourth Motto; Lobby action post go!

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[So Ice Cream Tuesday was a big success. Meowth stuffed his face and everything was good and now he's curled up on a couch in the lobby with an empty bowl of ice cream in front of him that smells of berries and a good dose of catnip, and considering he's had several bowls of that concoction, it's no wonder he's a little flushed... Don't ask how a cat can be flushed. It's Pokemon. Deal with it.

Life's pretty awesome for him. He's got half the castle against the twerp. He's well-fed. He's got a good place to stay with Kitty. No worries or cares in the world. So why shouldn't he just nap on a couch in an open place where anyone who might have a bone to pick with him or... Want to give him scritches and surprise cuddles as people are want to do with cats, which would be equally irritating, because dude, he's stoned off catnip and sleeping, why you do this.

Yep. No sense letting sleeping cats lie, Paradisa.]

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[gotsmelledlater.livejournal.com]

[This idiot is mad at you, Meowth. So have one scream of an attack--]

Pikachu, thunderbolt!

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[OH GOD. THE PAIN IS INTENSE. I BELIEVE IT IS ELECTRICITY RELATED. There's some flailing, some yelling, some sobering, because, dude, if 50,000 volts won't make you less stoned then nothing will, and then Meowth is suddenly a charred little pile on the floor.

He recovers pretty quickly though. He's kinda used to this. So singed and now claws-out, there is one pissed kitty glaring up at you, Ketchum.]

You got a lot 'o nerve sneakin' up on someone while he's takin' a catnap, twerp.

[gotsmelledlater.livejournal.com]

Well, I haven't been practicin' for nothing, y'know! [It's obvious that he's angry, annoyed, pissed, but Meowth totally deserved it.]

[scaresstalkers.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hello. Here's a guy with cat hair on his shirt already, crouching down to just... stare at meowth. What a strange catthing!]

...I wonder if it bites.

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[Hnnngh. Why are there voices. Meowth rolls over and yawns. When he speaks, there's a sleepy, dreamy quality to his normally abrasive tone.]

It does if you stick your fingers too close to its mouth. [He raises a paw and manages a shooing motion.]

[scaresstalkers.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to keep staring. It occurs to him that maybe he should be shocked at the concept of a talking cat creature, but if waking up in Paradisa didn't trigger any emotions, this isn't going to either.]

My fingers aren't near your mouth.

[3-butterflies.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind this somewhat familiar human staring at you in glee.

she just happens to think you're the cutest thing ever.]

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[Earflicks. Yawns. Rolls over.

Isn't he adorable, Fluttershy?

DON'T YOU WANT TO LOVE HIM?]

[3-butterflies.livejournal.com]

[Yes. Yes I do.

Which is why she kneels down and begins petting him.]

[bigbad]

[There's a vampire in the lobby. That vampire knows sod all about pokemon. But there's no one else around and, awww, kitty.

He looks back and forth, then goes over to scratch the kitty's head.]

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[Well, Meowth is having a very nice dream, so the scritching is appreciated, even if he thinks it's part of the dream. He stretches out and lets out a happy noise, before he starts... Mumbling shit.] A little to the left, Boss. [Dreamy sigh] Now can I sit in your lap? I swear I don't shed. I ain't never been more honest 'bout nothin' in my whole nine lives.

[bigbad]

[TALKING CAT! TALKING CAT! Spike snatches his hand back. It's not that he's weirded out or scared or anything, this is pretty par the course for him, but... surprised? Definitely.]

[supes]

[Well, there's an animal that looks kind of familiar. Clark does a bit of a double take and then retraces a few steps to get a better look.

It is a Meowth. Huh.]

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[Meowth's ears flick slightly at the sound of footsteps, but he just curls himself into a tighter ball and yawns.] Just five more minutes, Jess.

[supes]

[Whoa. It talks. Last he heard, Pokémon just repeated their names back to themselves. Constantly.]

Huh. A talking Meowth...

[gotsmelledlater.livejournal.com]

[This idiot is mad at you, Meowth. So have one scream of an attack--]

Pikachu, thunderbolt!

[about3seconds.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD. THE PAIN IS INTENSE. I BELIEVE IT IS ELECTRICITY RELATED. There's some flailing, some yelling, some sobering, because, dude, if 50,000 volts won't make you less stoned then nothing will, and then Meowth is suddenly a charred little pile on the floor.

He recovers pretty quickly though. He's kinda used to this. So singed and now claws-out, there is one pissed kitty glaring up at you, Ketchum.]

You got a lot 'o nerve sneakin' up on someone while he's takin' a catnap, twerp.

[scaresstalkers.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hello. Here's a guy with cat hair on his shirt already, crouching down to just... stare at meowth. What a strange catthing!]

...I wonder if it bites.

[about3seconds.livejournal.com]

[Hnnngh. Why are there voices. Meowth rolls over and yawns. When he speaks, there's a sleepy, dreamy quality to his normally abrasive tone.]

It does if you stick your fingers too close to its mouth. [He raises a paw and manages a shooing motion.]

[3-butterflies.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind this somewhat familiar human staring at you in glee.

she just happens to think you're the cutest thing ever.]

[about3seconds.livejournal.com]

[Earflicks. Yawns. Rolls over.

Isn't he adorable, Fluttershy?

DON'T YOU WANT TO LOVE HIM?]

[bigbad]

[There's a vampire in the lobby. That vampire knows sod all about pokemon. But there's no one else around and, awww, kitty.

He looks back and forth, then goes over to scratch the kitty's head.]

[about3seconds.livejournal.com]

[Well, Meowth is having a very nice dream, so the scritching is appreciated, even if he thinks it's part of the dream. He stretches out and lets out a happy noise, before he starts... Mumbling shit.] A little to the left, Boss. [Dreamy sigh] Now can I sit in your lap? I swear I don't shed. I ain't never been more honest 'bout nothin' in my whole nine lives.

[supes]

[Well, there's an animal that looks kind of familiar. Clark does a bit of a double take and then retraces a few steps to get a better look.

It is a Meowth. Huh.]

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[Meowth's ears flick slightly at the sound of footsteps, but he just curls himself into a tighter ball and yawns.] Just five more minutes, Jess.