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[patchworkcat]

Who: The Cheshire Cat and whoever comes across him
What: Cheshire Cat has appeared, as he is wont to do. He's even fishing!
Where: Jabberwock Island, beach
Warnings: Cheshire is being Cheshire, and thus cryptic and mindfucky

[ Some time after they open the music venue, beach house and the ranch, Cheshire can be found on the beach. Sort of. He's waded into the water, and is fishing with his paws. Sitting patiently, he seems to be deep in concentration. ]

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[miseris_socios]

[Heh. He almost laughs, before he stops himself.]

I think we're close. We should be done soon... probably.

[Though the end is probably going to be the hardest, because why wouldn't it be?]

[apatheticguide]

[ He pauses to tap his fingers on the sand before him, grabbing some of it up and slowly letting it go, his owlish, unblinking gaze watching the grains fall. ]

Fickle is the heart of man, but fickler still's the ground on which he stands. You can empty something, but you cannot fill it up if there is a hole in it, can you? A sinking boat with too many holes is an impossible task.

[ Is he waxing philosophical? Or is that a hint? ... Perhaps it's also a warning. ]

[miseris_socios]

[... Maybe all three.]

Then we'll try not to poke too many holes. Not on my watch, at least.

[apatheticguide]

... We'll see.

[ He doesn't believe him, clearly. Is he going to just lie back down? Yes, he is. ]