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[witchdaggah]

[ so like.

the text keeps appearing and reappearing. like someone's deleting their post? repeatedly. eventually one sticks, though: ]

NO ONE PANIC
The rat infestation is mine


[ that's it. that's the post. ]

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[witchdaggah]

[ the android thing is decidedly very cool. mae also decides she is cooler by proxy of now being on a first name basis with connor, and vice versa. extremely cool. ]

Told 'em to stay. I didn't want to lose them. I can put them all back probably if I get them all, but these ones are a pretty good sweater for the time being.

[ her, huh. belly button? tummy? the kitty pooch that cats attack you over if you try to touch them there. it's just barely exposed. the raglan fits otherwise, at least. maybe she should rip out the hem and get those few inches back. ]

I guess I could like... send them off to lead me to the rest actually? Woah. You are good at finding stuff.

[bleps]

[Connor does like his praises, but generally when he’s actually gone to an effort to earn them.]

So you can influence them, as long as we track them down.

[This is confirmation of this fact. Pins this message in his mind.]

We can do that, in tandem with me using my power to help you and your rats track the rest. We’ll make quick work of this task — are you amenable to this solution?

[witchdaggah]

[ was he... programmed to speak this way? man imagine being programmed to speak a specific way. can't even talk how you wanna talk. that sucks.

so mae thinks. ]

Yeah, that works. [ mae starts to turn, getting ready to go back in-- when a thought strikes! a little exclamation point would be over her head if speech bubbles were a thing in the coven. they aren't, so this is all strictly metaphorical. ]

Wait. What's your power?

[bleps]

[Connor can't fault her enthusiasm. He's ready to go, too, though he was just about to halt her to give himself a moment to explain his plan-

But he doesn't have to. That imaginary exclamation point did its proper job.]

I can turn into a canine. Even though I'm technically still an android while in this form, I'm granted the attributes that most dogs are well-known for; in this case, a strong sense of smell and innate tracking will help us locate your rats faster.

[witchdaggah]

[ a low whistle: that's useful, and also, makes her feel a little less weird? ]

Nice to know I'm about part of a population of furry people, even if only temporary. That's pretty useful, too. I mean, you're like. I don't know, a P.I., and you got Mad Tracking Skilzzz. With multiple Zs.

[ just to be clear, don't need connor forgetting that he's talking to an annoying cat womanchild. ] Ok, so I'll probably get them to point in a direction, and-slash-or you can sniffy-sniff the goods out?

[bleps]

[A population of furry people. This android doesn't know quite how to respond to that, and so he deigns not to. Simple.

A lot of what Mae says, he thinks, can be hemmed down to its main point -- and the main point here, he muses to himself, is that she's willing to let him help her, that she has her own suggestion of a plan. Connor sees no immediate issue with it, and so he nods.]

Right. Exactly that. I can follow your lead unless you tell me otherwise. [Sniffy-sniff the goods out, and all that.] So then, are you ready?