Struggling Mry 3

[russianbluerobo]

[Vlaska is now undertaking another exercise. What is it you ask? Something that would help him remember names and faces. In other words. He's pulling Mail duty across the ship. Ferrying messages - no matter how trivial they are across the ship to other people. Interestingly this also helps him with his navigation skills.]

Mreow?

[He's looking up at you curiously. Do you have a letter you want for him to send to someone? Are you getting a letter? Do you just want to scratch him behind the ear because of that adorable postman's hat somebody decided to make for him just for this occassion?]

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[russianbluerobo]

[He meows unintelligibly, trying to relay his instructions as best as he could remember them... then again, not many speak cat-a-nese.]

'Sleuth, if you're reading this letter... I really suggest you find some place to hide. Mongrel found out who was responsible for the itching powder incident. ~Dice.'

[armored_runaway]

[[And Jojo is among those masses that can't!]]

Uh oh... looks like Ah'm in a li'l tru'le kitty. Why dun chu go go on an' play. [[She gives Vlaska a lil pat on the butt to signal he oughtta git goin while she starts to scramble off herself.]]

[russianbluerobo]

[Vlaska meows, giving Sleuth a little wave before he gets on with his deliveries again - the Britannian girl is left to her eventual doom as a pissed off Half-Brit is stalking the ship to wreak revenge on her head.]