Utterly Mad

Catnip worked diligently and methodically, understanding on some level that what she was now doing was a form of prayer. Or at least, she hoped it was. She had never received any response as a result of what she was now doing but she felt that it must please her strange god somehow. As of late though, she wasn't particularly pleased with that one herself. It had taken her away. Taken her away from everything she loved and dropped her in this dry, unlovely, hot, and unpleasant place where the people didn't seem to care much for anything but themselves. Sort of. She assumed it had been her gods will anyway. She knew that whatever had happened had been the doing of the man in the blue robes. "Where is he now?" She asked herself aloud, not expecting an answer and unaware that the bishop who'd brought her here was no more than shredded blue fabric scattered across the desert floor now.

"Where's who now?" Said Minx from the door, startling Catnip into bumping her little improvised altar and scattering the parts to and fro. Catnip didn't answer, she only gathered her parts up and began what she'd been doing again. Minx crossed the room circuitously, taking a long look at the poster given to Catnip by one of the girls who'd had a hand in shaving the rat girl. It was a classic poster. One everybody but Catnip had seen hundreds of times. The image depicted was of a cat hanging from a branch and under that was the legend "Hang in there!"

Minx snorted then turned back to Catnip. The rats bald head was cringe worthy to look at. They'd even shaved her long ears and it had made them look like the chew toys sometimes brought as offerings to cousin. She couldn't fault the girls work though, they had snipped every little hair and hadn't cut Catnip once.

"What are you doing?" She asked, looking at the thing Catnip was working on. It looked like a glove or gauntlet of some kind, but made from bits and bobs and what had obviously been pieces of bionic sex toys.

"I'm praying..." Catnip said simply, letting a little irritation slip into her voice. She liked Minx, but wasn't in the mood for the face shifter's conversation at the moment.

"Over what? That loveglove?"

Catnip sighed and put her tools down heavily. "What do you want Minx?"

"Just... wanted to see how you were doing. They said you met some Mycus downstairs."

"I guess."

"Want to talk about it?"

"... Sure."

And so, they talked long into the afternoon. Minx shared her story, several of her stories in fact, and Catnip listened. When it was her turn, Catnip talked about home. Home, and the people she thought of as family.