[Event Post]

[wherethemiceare]

::So, on the island or in Domino, you can find Katherine and Aisling at a stand they've set up. It's labelled:

"Wiggle for the Cure"
"End Sand Disease"

They're wearing kinda tacky rimhorn glasses, patting cats. Kitty is patting one with a witch's hat and red fur, while Aisling is patting one with black fur and a red metal leg and a monocle. The way those cats look at you is frankly kinda creepy!

How do you resond to these girls and their efforts towards charity?::

Comments

[likesand_inaglass]

*he looks down. And then kneels down (with some stiffness to it), holding out his hand*

And do you talk, too?

[weekendwitch]

::She tries to draw a sigil on your palm.::

Mreow.

[wherethemiceare]

N-no, Suburu isn't nearly as gifted as Bohr.

::Giggles awkwardly.::

So want to help donate or sign up?

[likesand_inaglass]

*... a sigil? it sorta looks like she's pawing at his hand, but it's a pretty particular movement.*

[likesand_inaglass]

*snaps to attention though when Kitty talks*

What exactly would I be "signing up" for?

[dreammoonchild]

"Curing Sand Disease".

::Leans into whisper.::

More nominally, possibly be a research subject.

[weekendwitch]

::Yes, it's definitely trying to cast a spell on your hand but this is difficult with tiny bean shaped paws.::

[likesand_inaglass]

*I'm sorry, I don't understand cat sigil*

What was that about research?

[wherethemiceare]

We're trying to help fix reality.

[dreammoonchild]

Also maybe help you because I'm not a total bitch all the time.

And maybe see if I can make my mom have a nervous breakdown and become a teenage girl.

[likesand_inaglass]

Hnmm. *I'm gonna ignore the other thing*

How would you help me, though?

[dreammoonchild]

What if I could get rid of your illness or severely reduce how intense it is.

[likesand_inaglass]

I'd think you're lying, or selling something.

*he rubs his shoulder a bit*

But I'm listening.

[dreammoonchild]

Hrm, how do I go about explaining this...

[wherethemiceare]

We find a version of you that's not sick who's a hypothetical possibility, and you need to beat them up and absorb their... uh.

Reality.

[likesand_inaglass]

... And what happens if they beat me up?

[dreammoonchild]

::Takes a deep breath.::

You pop like a soap bubble and they become real, replacing you, and probably get your sand disease.

[likesand_inaglass]

Oh.

*well at least they'd probably suffer.*

I guess I can sign up for it. Not like I can lose much.

[wherethemiceare]

::Holds out forms.::

Just be sure to sign here, here and... here.

::Pointing on points on the pages with her longer fingernails.::

[likesand_inaglass]

*starts signing.

He really has no fear, huh.*

[dreammoonchild]

Also, if you could provide us with hair or so such for DNA to target, that'd be keen.

[likesand_inaglass]

*... plucks out a strand of his hair, wincing slightly.*

[wherethemiceare]

::Holds out one of those plastic bags you put stuff like cookies and small sandwiches into.::

[likesand_inaglass]

*... places it in.*

Do you have an ETA for when I'll get hassled about this, or is it just a "it happens when it happens" gig.

[dreammoonchild]

Happens when it happens but we'll keep you informed, and we'll do it on your time schedule.