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[So by now you're all probably relatively used to weird little creatures running around in place of your residents, eh Manor?]

[Well today you receive a blue and yellow bunny-looking thing-- a Minun, for anyone who may be familiar with the origin of these strange little animals --with a mop of blue hair, and a ridiculous blue article attached to his neck that somewhat resembles a windsock. Since he can't quite get it up over his ears, you can't tell immediately that it's normally a hood.]

[He's standing up on his toes, reaching in vain toward... Well, it's hard to tell. It could be the doorknob (plausible), it could be the name plaque reading Zoosmell Pooplord near the door of a room that wasn't always labeled (accurate)... Or, you know. He could just be beating his tiny little blue paw against the door for the hell of it.]

[Who knows.]

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[John paused mid-leap and sort of slumped against the door as a result, knocking his glasses partially askew as he turned to look at Charles and his Groovy Mewtation. He blinked.]

Wow is the talking in my head thing a new development or can you always do that? 'Cause I swear your mouth didn't move-- well I mean I can't actually remember if Mew's mouth does move, and it'd make sense for him to do the telepathy thing. [He didn't actually consciously ignore your question, Charlie, he just found this more interesting.]

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*That's okay, he's used to tangents.

He's rolling back right side up (okay, so maybe he WAS still having fun), letting out a small 'mew' in the process*

I admit I was born with it, though the rest is new.

[John grins a little at that.]

Nifty. So is everybody like this right now? "Everybody" being I guess the rest of the people I haven't met here.

Most of us. This sort of thing happens frequently, though it is not always so...nice. I see that you're new, have you not met anyone yet to tell you all this?

*he drifts from side to side, unable to sit still in this form*

[He sits back on his little bunny haunches and folds his ears back, then forward, shrugging.]

Been a little preoccupied trying to fix my nametag.

*he tilts his head, and teleports up to John's nametag*

Zoosmell Pooplord? Yes, I see why you would like it changed.

*he attempts to pull the nameplate off the door*

I know, right? Dumb.

[He's not terribly phased by the teleporting, and just stands on his little bunny toes and tries to better watch what he's doing.]

*he floats back down to the ground, carrying the name plate with him*

What would you rather it say? Out of curiosity.

Uh, my name? [B|]

...er, John Egbert. E-G-B-E-R-T, but the g's silent.

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