1ST HEIST | even my cat is a criminal

[maskreant]

Akira Kurusu shared a photo. 11/12 near Apprassage

so... i was sick the past week and my cat snuck out several times without me knowing. he ended up bringing an assortment of socks and underwear from around the city. sorry. if you recognize anything that belongs to you, you can come get it. i promise he usually doesn't do this when he's out. again, sorry. i played a tune (loop stations are great) to heal the hearts of those who lost their undergarments last week. i hope it helps.

[ This is the attached tune for those that click on it!

Also, you can assume that the black and white cat slipped into your place somehow and snatched your undies/socks. The picture does not convey the kitty's heist. If you want it stolen, consider it there. All stolen items belong to all genders... Morrigan is impartial and just. Otherwise, some of these can probably be NPCs' items. ]

Comments

[maskreant]

probably, but i would take a dead mouse over a bunch of people's underwear and socks.

is that weird to say?

[fiddlestick]

Hahaha...
No, I think I'd take the dead mouse too over...this.

[This entire post is a mess]

[maskreant]

[ he doesn't know why this is happening to him... he knew he should have just disabled comments. is that even possible? ]

at least you're on my side, Elliot.

also, it looks like i know someone that was a concertmaster. would you be interested in meeting them?

[ okay so he found out and made his decision fast ]

[fiddlestick]

[Akira, from his room, can easily hear Elliot shriek from his room: "A-A C-CONCERTMASTER?!?!"]

An actual concertmaster??
Meet one??

[maskreant]

[ OH BOY ]

yeah, she's actually upthread. Manon Akamine. she said she might swing by that shindig Yosuke is hosting.

[fiddlestick]

She's coming to the shindig???

Oh god
Oh god oh god oh god
I'm not ready for this!!!
What if she thinks I'm terrible?!

PRIVATE

[maskreant]

PRIVATE

[fiddlestick]

[Wow she already sounds pretty amazing. And talk about someone who is a true leader. No wonder she's a concertmaster. Elliot couldn't hope to compare to that-

No. I'm not going to throw away my shot.

There's a long pause as he collects himself.]

Wow, she sounds like something else.

[...]

Here. Maybe show her this? It's a composition I just finished last week.

[Sends a recording file "Lonely Journey"]

PRIVATE

[maskreant]

okay, i just sent it to her. i'll keep you posted.

don't die.

PRIVATE

[fiddlestick]

Haha...no promises.

Thanks.

PRIVATE

[maskreant]

no problem.

don't worry too much. you're going to do great.

PRIVATE

[fiddlestick]

I hope so... I'll try not to worry. I mean, it's only my hopes and dreams on the line.

[....]

I think I need to have a session of stress-cooking. What do you think would be the best apology food to all the people coming to get their clothes?

PRIVATE

[maskreant]

breathe in, breathe out. there will always be more opportunities.

i think some guilty pleasure food would be good? something they can just pick up on the go so they don't need to stick around and glare at my the whole time.

macarons.

PRIVATE

[fiddlestick]

Right. Right, right. [BREATHING.]

Good thinking. I'd rather not have the house full of angry people lingering around...

Hm. I've never made macarons before. but it could be fun to try!

PRIVATE

[maskreant]

the faster we can get them out with their socks and underwear, the better.

i'm sure they'll turn out delicious.

and sparkly.

PRIVATE

[fiddlestick]

Aha.
Let's hope they don't sparkle....
Some of these people are mad enough they might think we're trying to put a spell on them.