It Takes A Stag To Properly Skin a Cat...

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Summary post for this evening's thread with Nuclear Fission Kitty:

A Mogget dressed as a 'Gomet' walks into a bar. He speaks to a wary Snow, and Kassandra joins them. Snow and Kassandra have women's intuition. Snow has enough of it to haul her kids out of harm's way, but not before promising help if Kassandra should need it, where Gomet is concerned.

Kassandra offers literal hospitality. The kitty's not biting. Mogget offers a song, and they talk about what love is. In a timely and brotherly manner James joins the table, trying to lure Mogget into eating bread and salt.

Bad kitty.

Mogget sings, a very very apropos number; Kassandra cries and gets girly, and James remembers a key culinary point and dazzlingly,  has an antlery tete-a-tete --again literal --with Mogget. Kassandra scruffs the cat, demands her weregild on Sirius' behalf and lays the smackdown, because that's her man blinded in the backroom, dammit. Snow offers the Vorpal Sword. It does not go snicker-snack.  But things all sound rather explicitly murderous.

Mogget concedes, and Kassandra wibbles.

On his way out, Mogget threatens James.

Bad kitty.

 

 

 

Comments

[clumsy_auror]

This plot, and the way all of you have played it, leaves me in absolute awe. Wow. Looking forward to more.

[locks_it_up]

...Wow.

Just... wow. All kinds of wow.

Go Kassandra and James and Nuclear Fission Kitty! That was all kinds of beautiful.