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gimmeeyeballs ([personal profile] gimmeeyeballs) wrote in [community profile] bottlecaplogs2026-04-07 12:38 pm

Catrina's Over the Top and Rancid April and May Catchall

Who: Catrina and Anyone Unfortunate Enough to be Around her...

What: Catrina getting into no good tomfoolery and chaos...Mightyena please ground this candle..

When: Throughout April and May....Oh Arceus..

Where: The Bay, PARTS UNKNOWN, and more to be added as the months go on...

Warnings: Catrina being a walking CW of sorts, potential peril, and more to be added as the months go on...
firstrateduelist: (143)

[personal profile] firstrateduelist 2026-05-01 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, I know he means this fog, it's the definition of the fog I'm--"

Kaiba has to resist the massive urge to shake his head out just to watch Catrina land in the murky drink. No. No, he's here to protect, not to harm. Protect. Protect!!

He mutters to himself ("Chocolate pudding, what an idiot.") as the "ear"-like whiskers on his head flick annoyedly.

"Great. So now, my punishment is to continue listening to all this chatter while you both cop a free ride--"

In the middle of his complaining, Kaiba finds that neither of his feet are moving now. It isn't for lack of trying though, he clearly tugs upward with his left, the muscles visibly flexing above the waterline.

...Only, it isn't water here, is it? The surface might be, but below is something far more dangerous.

"...Something's wrong."

It's not a sinkhole though. No, this is worse. But he's not going to panic, or panic his passengers. Not yet anyway.
seacub: (oh no why this Again)

[personal profile] seacub 2026-05-05 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
Emporio looks down- and for the time being, tunes Catrina out. She's definitely still 'Catrina', after all.

"...That's not something we can lay back in," he says stiffly, sniffing at the air as he peers down. "...Especially not when you're with us right now Catrina."

He can guess what this is. There's a unique odor to it, albeit one that's waterlogged.

Worried, he whispers- "...How well can you move your legs..?"

This is tar.