The boroughs of Mewmoia ranked by how much i’d like to live there
1. Luna. quiet, glowing fluorescence everywhere you walk, and you don’t have to deal with all of that “Borough vs. Borough” nonsense. so uh. ideal for all the kids who were content with sitting in their own corner at recess (aka me)
2. Harvest. food for days, self-sufficient, everyone’s relatively kind, you’ve got your work cut out for you and your community at your side when it counts. not to mention, you are IN on that good ‘ole small town gossip while everyone else isn’t
3. The Metropolis. never quiet yes, but everyone underestimates the value of modern convenience. lots of things to choose from all over is only a few blocks away and you have options (i doubt Cogwheel has a Solbucks on every block and conversations like “wait, not that one, the one on Ancestor’s Avenue does my order right”). sure, it can feel like you’re being watched 24/7 and your job could offer better benefits but you will be on the frontlines of good eats and shopping
4. Zenith. High altitude means your ears pop often, pretty views from mountaintops make up for it tho (probably)
5. Abyssal. Literally a secret civil war going on BUT underwater cave or coral camps as a concept rules
6. Cogwheel
7. Sol. cold, judgemental, why are you wearing armor? should i be wearing armor?? are we under attack??, full of those people who size you up and expect u to be pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps and then turn their nose up when you fumble your way through an explanation, all misinterpreting “survival of the fittest” for their own gain, 0/10 would not want to live here
i’m thinking headcanons about how The Metropolis chugs along because it’s basically this corporate conglomerate where everything’s super congested and there are too many things to go see/do than work allows so the memes have GOT to be hits:
• surveillance state agent jokes (“...” “Stop staring at me, Risingsmoke.” “How do you know I’m not an agent sent from The Administration sent to observe you?” “Because, if you were, I think they should give you the pink slip because you totally fell asleep on our last three shifts.” “Or I wanted you to think I was asleep. Didn’t think about that, huh?” “I wish Cheesecake still worked here.”)
• catfolk doing the hand gesture for I’m Keeping My Eye On You as a greeting for the start of a shared shift/goodbye at the end of a shared shift instead of a handshake because it’s faster OR for when you see your coworker outside of work and it’s too late now to pretend you didn’t because you’ve made eye contact
• work is the answer to any question you don’t know (“Hi, Echo! Sorry to bother ya, I know you’re wrapping up that quarterly report. But do you know where Python is?” Lavendar looks nonchalantly towarda the horizon of skyscrapers outside their office window, pausing to seemingly take in the view before shrugging. “Work, probably.”)
• messenger birds who also deliver emails. so, an entire flock at someone’s office? That’s Not Good
• jokingly debating what their currency will be called once they’re on the same level as Sol and Luna (“Starstone?” “Polisstone, investing on the groundfloor.” “For the last time, Garnish, no cat would vote for the second-half of the word Metropolis.” “Solstone, Sunstone. Lunastone, Moonstone. Metrostone, Citystone?” “Listen to you Chatty Catties, bickering over what should be an obvious answer!” “Oh yeah? And what are you vouching for, Rabbitfoot?” “Skystone. After our, you know, skyscrapers. A prominent architectural marvel we’re known for in all of Mewmoia.” “Huh.” “Sunstone, Moonstone, Skystone. Yeah, it works.” “I don’t know. Doesn’t hold a fruit basket to Polisstone.” “Garnish!”)
• catfolk sending pictures of near-workplace hazards in their group chats trying to one-up each other followed by all the cats searching for whatever The Metro equivalent of OSHA is for which violation code it is
• ridiculous, no-one-would-say-this/please-tell-me-no-one-would-say-this responses from workplace ettiquette and Borough-sensitivity training videos being quoted without missing a beat between coworkers (“hey. hey, Aphelion.” “hm?” “‘I am from Zenith and I am requesting time-off for the annual Festival of th—’” “‘A. I shout: No, I will not take your shift. Should’ve foretold that before you came to me, Cliff Climber!’” “Oh, Eye in the Sky, that one still cracks me up. Do you actually think they think we Zenith-born cats would talk like this?” “The real question is do you think they think we’d find an activity only a handful of us participate in used as an adjective as offensive.” “Beats me.” “They really got to update this thing.” “Yeah, I’ll bet Sunstones that it’s been around since the inception of Sunstones.”)
• something something “Overheard” accounts where the anonymity of a conversation is rendered moot because some cat just aired out how you’d tell off customers who are still perusing the Luna silk garment section past the last closing call
• the latest PSAs from The Administration are immediately edited as the bass drop at parties
• the saying “an eye for an eye” exists but it’s used to remark on a new business deal or exhcnage being struck successfully (“So, what do you say, Felidae? Do we have ourselves a deal?” “An eye for an eye, Opal Gleam.” “Wonderful! This merge will make us both very, very satisfied.” “You won’t regret this.” “I know I won’t.”)
Cat A: “How do you know I’m not an agent sent from The Administration sent to observe you?”
Cat B: “Because, if you were, I think they would’ve pawed over the pink slip by now because you totally fell asleep on our last three shifts together.”
Cat A: “Or I wanted you to think I was asleep! Didn’t think about that, huh, Farce?”
Cat B: ...
Cat A: ...
Cat B, grumbling: “I wish Cheesecake still worked here. Cheesecake didn’t pull stunts like this. Cheesecake asked if I wanted to get Solbucks after work.”
