ANOMALY DETECTED

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOV 25TH to 27TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
Log:






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Leviathan: The Gold Garden + Bit of a Wildcard

[silverstorm]

In the odd mix of pokemons that scurry and stealth about the sprawling lounges, many are those that keep their distances, furtively hidden under tables and chairs, in the shadowy corners of the tall bar and up in rafters that are perched at jaunty angles from the odd structures. A chandelier of broken glass reflects light in pools of golden amber across the room, leaving much of the area dim but quite pleasant in their ambiance.

There is no one quite within the elf's vicinity; a few scattered people in their far off corners, but what might attract his attention better is the careful little paw laid against his ankle, a little soft weight as two brown eyes peer over the edge of the couch. Big, ashen ears perk up after a quiet look, little nose quivering as the little critter sniffs at him. The ears twitch, a careful scan of their surroundings as the little ball of grey fluff seem to see if the stranger is a guest or a threat. She flinches at any too-sudden movement, enormous, round brown eyes wary but still too curious to leave him be.

Re: Leviathan: The Gold Garden + Bit of a Wildcard

[nevercaught]

A small mouse-creature? How curious! Jarlaxle has already had to defend his purse from the tiny fox creatures--had in fact caught one in the process.

He holds out his hand for the mouse-creature to sniff.

Turning on the charm, she'll bring mischief on the next tag!

[silverstorm]

The fluffy ears flick at his offer, tiny black nose twitching as she sniffs at the dark hand, a little paw coming up to hold him still. There's a slow nudge as she grows more confident, carefully keeping track of her companion, but inching forwards bit by bit, tiny little claws finding purchase on the couch's velvety fabric and scrambling atop it, just within his reach. She chirps a little rolling sound, plopping down just a little closer each time.

An arm's length. To the forearm. To his elbow. She scrambles along again to the back of the couch, to be better level with his eyes. Here, the little critter peers at him, cooing that soft rolling noise again as her ears relax a bit, and she stretches her little chin out, asking for pats.