[early morning cat posting]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: everyone
When: July 25
Where: class 3-C
What: a few visitors!
Warnings: none!

[On Friday morning at 6:00 a.m. on the dot, the student body is awoken not by the bell, but by the sound of meowing echoing over the intercom.

[It's not just the PA system, either. Soft, gentle, and very cute mewls fill the classroom hallways; distant on floors one and two, but much louder on floor three. Intrepid explorers who follow the noise will find that one of the third floor classrooms has been overtaken by a pack of ghostly cats!]

[Each creature is the size of a normal housecat, and has the mannerisms of one. That is, they will attempt to hop into your lap for some prime cuddling time, ears and tails flicking adorably all the while. Their bodies are a pale, ghostly white, and their eyes glow a soft, gentle blue. Although they are translucent, they are still solid to the touch, and they feel just like a normal cat does. Soft fur and everything! Aren't they precious? Aren't they just so stinkin' cute??? DON'T YOU JUST WANT TO SMOOSH THEIR ROUND LI'L KITTEN FACES??]

[So long as characters are kind to the cat spirits, the Nekomata are completely harmless. They just want to play and snuggle!! Although. . .]

[Anyone who touches a cat spirit will find themselves hit with a sudden need for physical contact. This can range from something small (desiring a high five) to something bigger (needing to CUDDLE THE SHIT outta someone). Being surrounded by more than one Nekomata means the compulsion becomes stronger, too! One cat means it can probably be safely ignored, but five?? If you don't HOLD SOMEONE'S HAND RIGHT THIS SECOND you JUST MAY DIE!!]

[Oh, so you don't like cats? No problem! The Nekomata are mischievous creatures, and they WILL leap onto people's backs and shoulders without warning. Being cat spirits, they can also teleport from one place to another, so. . . you can be minding your own business one second, blink, and then be staring into the eyes of a cute cat spirit perched on your lap the next.]

[The Nekomata will be drawn towards members of Anzen more than anyone else per their target lock curse, but they are excited to shower literally anyone in a bit of cute kitty affection, regardless of their homeroom]

[Please let me know if your character is being violent and/or aggressive towards the Nekomata. Otherwise, enjoy some compulsive physical bonding with a cute ghostly flair!]

Comments

[threadling]

I think you'd be so busy asking other people questions, you wouldn't stop to figure out you yourself were dead.

So.

Yes.

That is the long way of saying yes.

[ratiocinations]

Please, dear girl, do you think I have not already considered the possibility in a discussion with someone else? Nor gone over the circumstances of my situation directly before arriving here?

/2

[threadling]

[She hesitates just enough to make it clear from her expression that she understands that that's a rhetorical question, he obviously has already done these things and considered these things and she shouldn't just respond with a simple "yes".]

[threadling]

Yes.

[ratiocinations]

[SCOFFS]

You underestimate me, then.

[threadling]

Well, what do you think, then. Are you dead?

[ratiocinations]

No. I do not. I will admit to you that there is no way of knowing for certain, because there is no test for afterlife, so to speak, but I do recall vividly my moments before arriving here. They were, in fact, quite mundane and utterly safe, without any threat of harm within my flat. I was utterly bored, if I were to be honest with you.

Now, compare my situation with another I've spoken with, who has reason to believe they might've died, but with consideration of their circumstances has suspected that is not the case... Well. So far, the theory does not yet hold based on anecdote. And anecdote is all we have.

So I ask you: do you think you are dead?

[threadling]

You could've had a massive stroke.

[Just gonna not answer that question.]

[ratiocinations]

[Smiles.]

You did not answer my question~. [yes, he says it liltingly]

[threadling]

....no.

I don't think I am.

[ratiocinations]

And how are you certain you did not suffer from apoplexy?

[threadling]

I'm only 16. That stuff typically affects people in their 60s.

[She looks him up and down.]

Or older.

[ratiocinations]

[ ... ]

How fortunate, then, that it is a category that neither of us falls into.