Chanel pretty much straight up cackles at the destruction this wrought so very easily, and goes to look through the thrown folder for important policy changes.
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!]
The cackling only becomes more apparent. Jonathan absolutely got what was coming to him. She smirks and, turning over a few very large papers, decides that it's best to get going.
"No, I'll be up in a minute. I want this pen."
Maybe she should learn, someday, that you're not able to take large items with you out of memories. But it's a cute pen, and she grabs it, only to find that it comes up to her waist, at least. "...I might have to pass this to you."
Eddy absolutely does not tell her to leave it, because who is he to deny Chanel a novelty pen that doesn't fit her aesthetic at all? The mechanics of memories and souvenirs isn't one he's encountered yet either, so this seems as plausible to him as yeeting a portal-in-a-folder off the side of a desk.
Within moments, he's hopped back down the side of the desk with ease and hangs off the drawer handle like he's King Kong on the Empire State Building, other arm outstretched to take the yard-stick sized pen from her. "Oh. Hey." is all he says when he notices the pen's started glowing, but he trusts Chanel to guess the meaning of this particular variation of "Oh. Hey."
Chanel beams with all the confidence of a fool who has found two whole linchpins now without even trying. What were the others even complaining about, she could do this all day. (These are, inevitably, famous last words, and she doesn't know climbing's gonna hurt a whole lot more soon. But ignorance, as always, is bliss. And for now she is fine.)
She passes the huge pen, heavier than it should be, to the dangling Eddy, and then reaches for a handle as well, pausing because she only wants to scurry up once he's on the desk proper. Safety first.
"Always make a good team," Eddy agrees, beaming back at her with a shared confidence he rarely feels. (And also some lingering relief that they've been able to save a former public official without having to become intimately familiar with the taste of Fancy Feast.) He takes a few moments to become comfortable with the weight of the pen and then launches it onto the desk like a javelin before hoisting himself back up as well.
Then he peers back down over the side at Chanel. "Need a hand?"
Edited (my icons expired time for repeats) 2020-06-08 01:17 (UTC)
Chanel scoffs. Of course she doesn't need help. It's good natured, though, no real offense taken. "I've got it." She assures, though she doubtlessly looks comical as she climbs, clutching one shoe (blessedly small sized since it was on her foot the whole time.) She's whistling Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer during the climb, likely only because she's aware Eddy doesn't know the reference.
She lands with a little flourish and grabs back her pen. "...But you can borrow it sometimes." She assures, stepping toward the portal.
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MEMORY: Cat Mayor
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!]
MEMORY: Cat Mayor
"Door's up here," Eddy calls down to Chanel. "Want it down there?" He's not quite ready to give up on his inner chaotic feline just yet.
MEMORY: Cat Mayor
"No, I'll be up in a minute. I want this pen."
Maybe she should learn, someday, that you're not able to take large items with you out of memories. But it's a cute pen, and she grabs it, only to find that it comes up to her waist, at least. "...I might have to pass this to you."
Tell her to leave it, Eddy.
MEMORY: Cat Mayor
Within moments, he's hopped back down the side of the desk with ease and hangs off the drawer handle like he's King Kong on the Empire State Building, other arm outstretched to take the yard-stick sized pen from her. "Oh. Hey." is all he says when he notices the pen's started glowing, but he trusts Chanel to guess the meaning of this particular variation of "Oh. Hey."
MEMORY: Cat Mayor
Chanel beams with all the confidence of a fool who has found two whole linchpins now without even trying. What were the others even complaining about, she could do this all day. (These are, inevitably, famous last words, and she doesn't know climbing's gonna hurt a whole lot more soon. But ignorance, as always, is bliss. And for now she is fine.)
She passes the huge pen, heavier than it should be, to the dangling Eddy, and then reaches for a handle as well, pausing because she only wants to scurry up once he's on the desk proper. Safety first.
MEMORY: Cat Mayor
Then he peers back down over the side at Chanel. "Need a hand?"
MEMORY: Cat Mayor
She lands with a little flourish and grabs back her pen. "...But you can borrow it sometimes." She assures, stepping toward the portal.
MEMORY: Cat Mayor
MEMORY: Cat Mayor - COMPLETE & TOKENS!
Upon emerging from the memory out into the auditorium, the portal snapped shut behind them.
Elsewhere in the auditorium, Ex-Mayor T-Bone and dewdrops, a magimagicicada were freed.
You can check your token totals in Pouch's shop here, and maybe see if there's anything worth grabbing while you're there!