And just as the students embrace their inner chaotic feline, the room shifts like a movie played in reverse. Everything touched and moved zips right back to the place it had been a moment before, and then, Ex-Mayor T-Bone starts to move once more.
T-Bone's claws sink into Jonathan's entire forearm and he lets out a scream of Wilhelm proportions. Zippy spends about four seconds laughing at his fate before coaxing her away. "Look at her, communicating loud and clear! A real problem-solver mayor."
"That's not what I—" Jonathan starts to complain, and Mayor T-Bone isn't sure if it's Zippy's hand or her death glare that cuts him off. Probably her death glare. He's learning.
"I know what you mean, Jonathan, but this is actually kind of brilliant." Zippy pets the top of T-Bone's head and she leans into it, purring lightly. "He probably can't live in her head. Kind of a clean break."
"Sir, I don't—I don’t know what you’re talking about?" Zippy leans forward and flips open the cover of the red-stamped folder. But it's not a folder; it's an opening, a portal back to Peckenpaugh School of Magic.
"I thought that was why we hired you," he jokes, ignoring Jonathan and scratching between the cat mayor's ears.
[REPLY REQUIREMENT MET. You may leave through the portal or continue to thread. Just be sure to grab that linchpin before you go!]
MEMORY: Cat Mayor
T-Bone's claws sink into Jonathan's entire forearm and he lets out a scream of Wilhelm proportions. Zippy spends about four seconds laughing at his fate before coaxing her away. "Look at her, communicating loud and clear! A real problem-solver mayor."
"That's not what I—" Jonathan starts to complain, and Mayor T-Bone isn't sure if it's Zippy's hand or her death glare that cuts him off. Probably her death glare. He's learning.
"I know what you mean, Jonathan, but this is actually kind of brilliant." Zippy pets the top of T-Bone's head and she leans into it, purring lightly. "He probably can't live in her head. Kind of a clean break."
"Sir, I don't—I don’t know what you’re talking about?" Zippy leans forward and flips open the cover of the red-stamped folder. But it's not a folder; it's an opening, a portal back to Peckenpaugh School of Magic.
"I thought that was why we hired you," he jokes, ignoring Jonathan and scratching between the cat mayor's ears.
[REPLY REQUIREMENT MET. You may leave through the portal or continue to thread. Just be sure to grab that linchpin before you go!]