The wee hours of the morning at Ramshackle are always quiet. The majority of wanderers around at this time tend to include the local wildlife, or the occasional stray fae from Diasomnia, but this morning is different.
As the sky only barely shifted to reveal the beginning of dawn's glow, a silhouette shambled along the horizon line as it approached the dorm. A large cart in hand until he parks it by a small shed nearby, the figure walked up to the door with complete and utter nonchalance.
He did not realize that there were, in fact, other residents aside from his gracious "host" and the standard ghosts of the dorm - how could he when he spent his nights wandering campus and his days in an empty dorm?
(👾Mick Smith, @night-raven-miscellany
✨️throwing mick at you and scurrying away teehee >:3 )
[A certain catboy has noticed the (not-so) newbie. Soft, almost silent footsteps trod towards the shed, stopping just short. A gigantic shadow looms over the structure.]
[A HUGE cat creature stares down at the shed with pinprick eyes. It’s easily larger than the main Ramshackle building.]
[It exhales, and red smoke floods the area. To any non-undead, it would make them drowsy to the point of falling asleep…but Mick isn’t alive, yeah? So it’s just. There.]
[A low hum shakes the ground. Interesting. The creature waits for Mick to step out.]