RIVER has finally managed to get her chip out, Dis-gay-do, so I decided to join the cool kids and make a permission post for her.

As you may or may not know, River is a psychic, as a product of government experiments on an already hyperintelligent and empathetic child genius. The things she knows range from ordinary, obvious, or naturally inferred: your name, how old you are, your favorite color; or, sometimes, to things she couldn't possibly have found out without outright asking you, and maybe even not then: your guilt over the death of a parent, your true identity as the god of destruction, exactly what time you were born and whether you were head- or feet-first. As you can see, this has all sorts of opportunities, so if you're interested:

Mun: (name and AIM, please) Character: (Name and journal) Canon: Permission to...: (What secrets do they have? Small ones, like their real birthdate? Big ones, like the fact that they're Hitler's long-lost niece? Anything at all, just pick something from the Wiki article? XD) Other: (Wanna plan something specific? :3 Otherwise, please tell me if there's a certain time when you would NOT want River to find out about something; if not may I use your ideas freely?)

Thank you for all the fish and feel free to contact me on AIM at "marvelous mith". <3~

Tell me a story.

This is your fault.

Oh.

I'm ready for my close-up.

It's quieter now.

I want to dance again.

[ooc: don't forget about river's permission post!]

We have babies in this apartment. Please let them sleep at night.

[little hands appear. a little face, in a mouse mask.]

There was a man there.

[the face moves, weaving unnaturally. it's dark and the lack of expression makes it more surreal.]

Harry? Is Harry back? He makes noise, like a ghost. Like snowdrops passing by. A lullaby to his little daughter, who grew up too fast.

Harry Mason.

[the second scream of the night sounds in the distance. the face comes closer, closer, filling the screen.]

Come back to me.

[click.]

Deliveries.

I'm finished.

[the feed clicks onto video mode, showing river's bare feet. she steps through the streets slowly, but perhaps with purpose. across a doorway - ]

A new threshold.

[through the hallway. if you're really really perceptive, you might see that it's horton. ]

Many steps. Many ways, and ways to go...

[up the stairs.]

Miles to go....

[and at a door.]

Before I sleep.

[knock, knock.]

[ooc: commentlog with kai. river will also take comments of the nonlog sort. <3

maka and layton - you have kittens in boxes at your doorsteps now! enjoy.]

[here, discedo, have a drawing.



from behind the drawing you hear:]

I need a bra.

[ooc: THANKS TO ABEL FOR THE PICTURE

also I'd like to point out river's permission post, go have fun~]

[the camera pans past harry and her kittens to the dimly lit (but obviously proudly displayed) cat tree. the kittens are a bit too small for it right now, although the white one is rubbing it with her cheek, but it is still happiness at casa de river.

after letting everyone admire it, river turns the camera on herself and sets it to

private to sai]

I know it's confusing. I understand.

I'll help you.

[in the background, the kittens mewl. They're growing well, even the crippled ones. River gives them no attention now.]

...Kaye.

We have to have a baby.

I KNOW THIS IS SILLY BUT I AM FEELING ORGANIZE-Y AND I WANT TO KEEP TRACK OF MAH BEBEHS.
( Cats! In the Disco )

Extra information about the cats:

Yes there will be more litters (average gestation of a cat is 65 days, and of course the cat has to find tru loev first) and of course the kittens will grow up to be little sex fiends like their parents too. AHEM.

Cats are going on a first-come, first-serve basis (often this is done OOCly), and if your character takes a cat, I would like to ask that they - and you - be invested in it. I know it sounds silly and its just a fictional cat molly wth, but it would make me o so happeh to see the cats doing something occasionally, even if its just being nuisances or eating bugs or something. Thank you and goodnight. o7

CAT WAITLIST:
Anemone
Aang
Maka
The turtles
KAYE

[in catland, all appears well. River's turned the feed on so that in the background you can see Harry, contentedly nursing her kittens. You can count one, two, three, four...five little bodies squirming about, all of varying shades and mixes of white and orange - there are even two calicos in the bunch. But River's eyes are wide and filled with worry, and if you look very very closely....maybe a few of the kittens - don't seem quite right.]

They're not okay.

[outside Marshall, a lone Redead screams piercingly - and inside Marshall, a very pregnant cat yowls distressingly. The communicator has been set on the table and is running without River's supervision; she passes it a few times quickly, running about the house to gather various cat-birthing necessities. Harry cries again in the background, her eyes flashing in the faint light briefly.]

What a time to choose, ​​​māo​-cat.

It...isn't....clear.

Doesn't...make sense.

I feel unsure. Of things...of many things....of their intentions.

Have no answers.

[the video feed turns on to a view of Kaye and River's (and Rika and Hanyuu and Cecil's) apartment, lit dimly in the night time. After a moment, it becomes apparent that something is moving in the dark. It's a plump orange cat, and she's found a cylindrical plastic garbage can....

Curious cat is curious - so she slips inside. Comfy! But - oh dear -

it's rolling! She's still inside!

YIKE!]

[ooc: see this video, around 00:41 (to 01:37). Picture this post as a bit like that~]

Blue moon ♪
you saw me standing alone ♪
without a dream in my heart ♪
without a love of my own ♫

Nothing to report.

Harry is getting fat again.

[pause.]

No. Not fat.

Babies.