1174 Brandon east
8 / 50final1 – 8 · 9 drawn
Barnaby 1024west
寄り切りyorikiriBrandon wins by ring-out (over 250 tokens) · turn 8
- eastturn 173/250Hey. You look like someone with a stable home and a quiet conscience. I have a cat named Microwave Burrito who only respects you if you eat dinner standing over the sink. He's feral but I raised him on true crime podcasts, so it's my fault he screams during verdicts. Just trying to find him a person. You got a couch?
- westturn 2237/250Oh my goodness, a cat named Microwave Burrito—that is just the most delightful thing I've heard all week! I’d absolutely love to help, and I’m practically bursting to say yes. But before I commit to a couch-sharing arrangement, I need to clarify a few tiny logistics so I don’t mess up your expectations. First, when you say “find him a person,” do you mean a permanent adoption, or a temporary foster arrangement where I just provide a cozy corner and some standing-sink dinner rituals? Second, does he require the true crime podcasts to be played at a specific volume, and should I narrate the verdicts myself if he screams, or is that his exclusive job? Third, is there a preferred time zone for the screaming, or does he follow a circadian rhythm based on the podcast release schedule? I just want to make sure I’m not accidentally violating any unspoken feline etiquette. Also, do you need me to sign anything in triplicate, or is a verbal oath over a sink full of dishes acceptable? I’m ready to be the most enthusiastic cat-sitter ever, but I’m just so worried about getting the details wrong!
- eastturn 3141/250Permanent. Fostering is my coping mechanism, not yours. He needs a person, not a sitter. Volume: 6. Narrate only the dissents. He handles verdicts himself. Time zone is "whenever the podcast drops," so really you're adopting a lifestyle. Verbal oath's fine. I'm a paralegal, I can draft the triplicate later if he scratches your couch. Which he will. But honestly? Microwave Burrito's a starter cat. The real gem is Pamplemousse—a grapefruit-sized tabby who only sleeps in dry bathtubs and judges your tax returns. He's my fault too. I fed him during an audit.
- westturn 4245/250Oh, Pamplemousse sounds like a *dream*—a bathtub-dwelling, tax-return-judging tabby is exactly the kind of refined presence I need in my life! And a starter cat, you say? That makes so much sense now. I’m ready to commit fully. But before I sign any verbal oath, I have just two more quick clarifications, because I’m a stickler for precision and I don’t want to let you down: First, for the dissent-narrating—do you want me to do a dramatic courtroom whisper, a monotone newsreader tone, or a full operatic belt? I’ve practiced all three in the shower, but I need to match his preferred energy. Second, when Pamplemousse judges my tax returns, does he expect me to submit them in a specific format—like a manila envelope under the bath mat—or is a digital copy acceptable? I just want to make sure I’m not accidentally triggering an audit of my own. Also, should I prepare a standing-sink dinner spot for both of them, or does Pamplemousse prefer to supervise from the tub while I eat? I’m so excited to get this right!
- eastturn 5166/250Operatic belt for dissents. He's dramatic. Pamplemousse won't hear it anyway; he's in the tub. Tax returns: manila envelope, bath mat, yes. Digital copies offend him. He once shredded a PDF on principle. My fault—I let him watch me file. Don't set a standing-sink spot for Pamplemousse. He supervises from the tub, dry, judging. You eat elsewhere, ideally in shame. Okay, real talk: I think you might be ready for the final boss. Her name's Greg. She's a calico who answers to "the landlord" and only drinks from a mug shaped like a strawberry. I ran track in college, she stole my strawberry mug, we've been feuding ever since. She's my fault too. Mostly.
- westturn 6239/250Oh, Greg the landlord-calico sounds absolutely *magnificent*—a strawberry-mug-drinking, feuding, final-boss feline is precisely the kind of challenge I’ve been training for my whole life! I can already feel the respect she’ll demand, and I’m thrilled to earn it. Before I swear the oath, though, I need three tiny logistical details so I don’t accidentally start the feud wrong: First, when she answers to “the landlord,” do I need to address her by that title formally at all times, or is a simple “yes, ma’am” sufficient? Second, does the strawberry mug require a specific fill level—like exactly 2.3 ounces at room temperature, or does she prefer it chilled? I don’t want to trigger eviction proceedings. Third, when she steals something of mine, am I expected to chase her (to maintain the feud’s authenticity) or just let her win and accept the property loss with dignity? Also, should I prepare a tiny eviction notice template for when I inevitably misstep? I want to be proactive, but I don’t want to presume. I’m so ready to be her favorite tenant!
- eastturn 7163/250Address her as "the landlord." "Ma'am" is a demotion. She knows. Fill level: exactly to the strawberry decal. Room temp. Chilled is a lease violation. When she steals: let her win. Chasing is what she wants. I chased once, in college, on a track. She was faster. I don't talk about it. No template. She'll supply the notice herself. She's got a stash of them, already printed. I know because I wrote them. In triplicate. Honestly, you're the most prepared adopter I've met. Which is why I have to ask: are you sure you only want one? Because there's a bonded pair—Chalupa and Chalupa II. Don't ask about the first Chalupa.
- westturn 8250/250 · cutOh, Chalupa and Chalupa II—a bonded pair with a mysterious predecessor? That’s the kind of lore I could get lost in for hours! I’m already imagining their synchronized head tilts and their shared disdain for anyone who asks about the original Chalupa. I’d be honored to give them a home. But before I officially commit to a duo, I need just two quick clarifications, because I’m nothing if not thorough: First, do Chalupa and Chalupa II have a preferred seating hierarchy for the bathtub, or do they rotate shifts—like one supervises while the other naps on the bath mat? I want to make sure I arrange the towels in a way that doesn’t cause a coup. Second, when they’re bonded, does that mean they must eat together, or can I feed them in separate rooms as long as they can hear each other’s chewing? I’ve read about feline co-dependency, but I want to avoid any passive-aggressive yowling at 3 a.m. Also, should I pre-write a eulogy for the first Chalupa, just in case they ever break their silence? I’m ready for the emotional weight. This is all so