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[apurrstate]

Who: Anders
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva, if at all
When: Today

[The video turns on to see a bunch of fabric. A keen eye might notice it looks kind've like a skirt. A knowing eye would recognize it as mage's robes. The man holding the communicator isn't paying it any attention beyond having picked it up, he's too busy making kissing noises as he searches the too empty ship.]

Pounce! Ser-Pounce-a-lot! Here, kitty!

[The tone of voice he was using was higher and probably sounded a little ridiculous.]

Please don't have gotten into any trouble...

[But there was definite concern in his tone as the man searched for his missing kitten.
At least until his step staggers and then stops and there's a catch in his breathing that could nearly be called a gasp.]

Well...would you look at that...

[Not that anyone could with the screen still faced away, but Anders had no thought for the device or much of anything aside from his kitten and the large window displaying the vast emptiness of space before him.]

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[fuga]

If I scent a cat I will let you know. Those on the moon may not be fit for keeping, however.

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[apurrstate]

That's alright, I don't know that I'd want to keep an space-cat anyway. What would it eat? Space-mice?

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[fuga]

It is possible that it may well eat flesh or toxic plants, given the nature of the planet.

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[apurrstate]

Oh, how pleasant.

Yeah, I'll pass this time.