#hyper-bouncy-mew

[thatremindsmeofhomestuck]

Hosting a meet-n-greet!

the-animal-princess

ask-a-yarn-puffball

the-smithy-gang

midnightninetales

pshycoticscreamerservant

purplecuteness

hyper-bouncy-mew

wolfessmoon

*claps paws together* Alright. I guess I need to get to know everybody. How is everyone? Names? Titles? *smiles at group* 

Oh, I do hope that's everyone...

[holynightmarecorporation]

[I guess... I can find someone else... Bye... ] She began to walk off, shoulders slumped. It wasn't really as bad as it looked though. She always found something else to cheer her up sooner or later. She saw no point in cloaking her small, catlike ears, or long thin tail anymore, and just before she teleported away, they became visible.

CS: He saw the ears and tail on the girl. So she was partially human. That would explain the psychic powers, but not exactly the purpose of her arrival. Maybe she really is just a innocent girl, with teleportation powers.

[holynightmarecorporation]

She looked disappointed. [I can't be dragging a pet all around the dimensions! I don't have stuff to take care of it with, either. Surely you can spare a bit of time? Please~? Pretty please~?] She looked at him pleadingly with her beautiful blue eyes.

CS: "Oh well. I'm sorry, but I gotta get back to work. There's no rest for the wicked. Perhaps you can find someone else who has the time."

[holynightmarecorporation]

[I'm Mew, I can teleport, and I was bored!] she explained, sounding rather hyper. She teleported around the office a few times to prove it. [Will you play with me?] she asked hopefully.

CS: Oh, her name even sounded like Mewtwo. That's odd... "Play with you? I don't really have much time for games. Perhaps I can sell you a pet that'll be worth your while?"

[holynightmarecorporation]

[That's silly! Why would anyone have to wear sunglasses indoors?] She stopped poking at the shades, and looked around the office for something else that might interest her.

CS: "I have to. Company orders, and it prevents hypnotism created from my customers. Tell me this. What is your name, how did you get in here, and what is your intent?"

[holynightmarecorporation]

The girl stopped pouting, since this shady man didn't seem to want to kill her. [Not shady looks! Shady actions! You don't just aim a nightmare-energy-gun-thingie at guests! That's totally shady! Looks could matter less!] She prodded the gun again, and then the curious shades that the man was wearing.

CS: "Ah, I apologize for that. I've been on edge for the past few weeks." He took a few steps back, holding on to his shades and deactivating his weapon to put it away. "Whoa, there! These are a very expensive pair of shades, and I'm not allowed to take these off during business hours and after business hours."

[holynightmarecorporation]

The girl now looked just slightly irritated. Without moving her mouth, she replied to him [Fine. But I don't trust you, or your mean computer! It's rude! You don't kill guests!] She was pouting a bit now, and directed her next words so that just the computer could hear. [Meeeaaanie! You're rude, and mean! I don't like you!] She pouted more.

CS: "Hmm..." he responded. So she can throw her voice? Or speak telepathically, much like that other creature. That wasn't a pleasant experience at all, damned Mewtwo, he thought. "That's nice. Join the rest of the million people who don't trust me because of my shady look. My computer suggests that option because of the many people who intrude and attempt to kill me. It's the only defense that teaches people, since nothing else works when they're hellbent on murder."

The computer's optical system stared at the girl.

Information: Your opinion has been filed, and marked under [unimportant-complaints]. Customer Service, the option is still available. I have the perfect Demon Beasts prepared to override the intruder.

CS: "Did you not just hear what I told you? I said no. Offer that option when I actually need it, like when someone's actually killing me."

[holynightmarecorporation]

"Me~ew! Mew!" the girl replied in response to his questions. She peered at the weapon with mild interest, and prodded at it tentatively with a small psychic wave.

CS: He raised an eyebrow curiously. Somehow, his weapon was moving on its own. This could certainly be dangerous, since the weapon could fire off at either one of them. "Computer, scan the area for any unusual activity."

Information: Low level psychic field is emanating from the intruder. Requesting permission to delete or corrupt the intruder?

CS: "No, no... let me see if I can talk to... her." Her answers were not helpful for the employee. "Can you speak common? Or perhaps another planet's language other than those sounds you're making?"