I'm sorry I haven't been on the MUCK! I can't log on because I hve no home internet anymore. Please forgive me. I just showed up and left. I'm sorry. My mom won't let me use her computer anymore. Again, I'm sooo sorry.

Hello, Zen here.

Well, I'll keep it nice and short, or at least as short as I can.

As some may be aware, I have tried to start up a small series of RPs evolving a comical bunch of rodents and other creatures working to help and save the weak and prayed on. Feral Friends was initially what it was dubbed and I tried my hardest to get it off the ground.

Website here... http://s2.webstarts.com/feralfriends/

Zen stretches a bit as he trots along, hardly managing to stay up right on his hind legs. "Wow.. falln' down those stairs did a number on me.. Things are still blurry... bleh!" Of course, he was talking to Belumine who he hoped was walking with him! "Mmm... Ok, let's see... I remember now, we still have that tour to finish and... the mess hall is liter.. er.. ally... a mess, yes!" Of course, they still had a small distance to go before they actually got to the colony, but planning how to break in always gave Zen a thrill!

Belumine trods along behind Zen, on all fours and still very wobbly. "Mrff. Yessa... My headstill swimminaround..." he mutters in reply, swaying this way and that as he shakes his head vigorously. "I saw some biiiig mousies chasin' us out. Yous think they're mad at us for all the fun we caused? I didn't gets tah eat to much at all, either... still huuuungry!" He sniffs the air hopefully, trying to pick up the scent of any nearby nourishment. "Aww yeah...we didn't gets to see that one evil place they told us about." He 'hrmms' for a second, thinking through his haze. "Soooo...hows we gonna get back in?"

Timothy keeps up as best he can with his crutch, though he seems to lag behind the others. He's starting to wonder if it might be better if he got on all fours and favored his lame leg instead. "Wh... hey, wait up," he calls.

I've been working more on my characters. Surprise! Which are merely TWO. A mouse.. and a snake.

Anyway. All the little rps I have gotten into here and there, even though I know they don't exactly amount to much, seem to be "disappearing". I plugged Malina into a council rp for the beginning that was acknowledged, but didn't really go anywhere other then in developing characters more, and their place here at the MUCK. Which was cool BTW.. I would never take anything a character does out of context of the rp.

Atention all council rats! I am calling for a council meeting, as soon as possible. The meeting has to do with a council leader, rats who might be possible candidates, and more! Please leave comments on convinient meeting dates. I think sometime this month would be best, but whatever is most convenient. Thank you!

Jenevieve looks into joining the Guard, and has an interesting conversation with Leon.

LVC: Guardhouse
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"Ok now... I believe this here, is the dining hall. That's where all the rats and other rodents come to eat..." Zen smiled as he lead his mousie friend, Belumine through the colony. Of course, Zen knew he wasn't supposed to bring friends into the colony but... they never said anything about feral friends! "Heh, if you ask me, this is the best place in the whole colony! Now... I say we snag a bite to eat real quick, then check out the evil room... It's where you go if you get hurt... They force you to lay down as they poke and prod at you and make you eat or drink the nastiest stuff on the planet!!! Medicine.... OR, you get lucky and they wrap cloth around one of your wounds that you get to chew up later!"

Belumine scampers around behind Zen, randomly licking at objects and walls alike, sniffing and huffing at all the unique scents. "Oooo...good good! I like foods! They have foods here?" he asks, finally looking through the dining hall doors, taking a very big sniff of the air...before falling over backwards. "Oooo.... many many munchies..." He rolls back onto his stomach before standing on his hindpaws a moment. "Wrap cloth arounda wound? How do you lick it then? Es good for chewing, though? Tha's good. Does it taste good, too?" Belumine scampers right up to the Dining Hall door, sniffing wildly all around.

Timothy is already in the Dining hall, apparently well enough to walk with the assistance of a crutch. He's at one of the mouse-sized tables, idly munching on a sandwich for lunch. He smiles when he sees Zen enter, then tilts his head when he sees that he's not alone... and that his friend seems to be the rather curious sort.

Marcavian enters the crowded cafeteria with his usual stride, a few papers in one paw, a tray already balanced upon the other. Today's menu seems to be an assortment of fresh fruit, arranged in slices and, in a display of experimentation, in a few kinds of soups. The councilrat has dispensed with his robes today, having donned a purple vest with white undershirt. He ladles some interesting-looking soup into his bowl, picks up a few slices of apple, and moves on, shifting the papers under his arm. He makes his way to a table at the side of the room, gratefully plopping down in a chair and looking at the door, as if waiting for someone.

Julius enterd the caffeteria walking casualy along. He leaned havily on his cane, a habbit he had to take up since his injury, from a stagg. He wore his usual black tunic, and undeshirt but decded not to ware his cape due to the heat. He gathered himself a tray of fruit, and scanned the caffeteria for a familiar face. He spotted Marcavian, and hobbled over. Sitting down he said, " Ah Marcavian my good chap. How are you?" He noticed the papers and chuckled "It seems the office follows you everyware.Hmm?"

Xavier sits at one of the tables off to the side, his usual spot. Since taking a desk job in the guard house, he's taken up the habit of taking lunch a half hour or so early, to beat the rush, his choice in table keeps him out of the hustle and bustle of those arriving on the hour, allowing him to casually observe as he stabs at the stray food that still remains on his tray. His head raising occasionally as a new person arrives, watching their mannerisms curiously for a source of entertainment.

Cedric enters the dining hall, humming a tune to himself as he grabs a tray and picks out a selection of fruits and nuts for his lunch. He happily picks a table (that happens to be near Julius) and sits down. He sees Julius and another rat he's never seen before there, but he shrugs them off for the time being and starts nibbling on a berry. No point in interrupting their work/meal.

"Oh come on! Quit limping so much already! Back in my day, I swear they made mice stronger than this! Well... then again, they don't make rats like they used to either..." As his voice started to grow louder as he approahced the cafeteria, Zen huffed and puffed a bit as he seemed to be helping another mouse beside him. By the way Zen was walking though, it was obvious he himself was having troubles keeping on two feet! "Almost there Tim.. I.. told you I knew where to get food! You... wanted food, right? Or was it a nurse you wanted... Oh well, food makes people feel bette... yikes!!!" Finding that he had lost his ballence, he wobbles back and forth as... he bumps into table to table, ten eventualy bumps into the table Xavier's sitting at before getting his grounds again!

Timothy squeaks a little and tries to keep up, though his feet don't seem to cooperate very much. Judging by his grin, he doesn't seem to mind too much, though he does seem a little self-conscious having the other mouse doting over him. He chuckles a bit. "No, food is fine," he replies, leaning a bit more heavily against him from the exertion, perhaps causing Zen's imbalance. He shifts a bit to right himself, wincing when he puts a bit too much pressure on his lame leg. Looking up, he blinks and grins when he spots whose table they'd run into. "Hi, Xav," he greets with a smile.

Kaelin mrrfs softly as the injured mouse is placed on his back, blinking a bit as he feels a second form on his back as well. "Mmf. Dunno. Prolly. I'll try." he chatters hyperly, standing back up on all fours once he's satisfied the mice are holding on. The squirrel then blinks, peering up at the sky, "Xan! Stop playing with those mushrooms and get down here! We gotta go! ... Uh.. which way is the big house, again?" he asks, whiskers splaying.

Belumine clasps onto Kaelin, firmly but not uncomfortably so. "Mmm, whatsa fur doin' with mushrooms? He should be ready ta go!" he syas, ears twitching as he looks around. "Zeeeeen? Which way's tha big house? I's dunno the way, does you?" He cranes his head around, the better to look at Zen as his tail swishes back and forth.

Timothy clings a bit tighter, bracing himself for a somewhat bumpy ride... He blinks a little at the question Belumine and Kaelin both ask, looking around at the surrounding forest. His ears splay back a little when he realizes he doesn't really recognize where he is. Still in the valley at least.

Zen's ears perk a bit as he smiles and bites his lip. "That's a good question! We must first find the big house! Erm... Maybe we could ask the colony rats where the big house is? I know how to get there!" He smiles and points in a general direction. "If you go that way and follow the trail, I think you'll eventually end up at some steps and there ya go!" He then looks around for Xan. "Oh, uh... heheh, we don't need mushrooms I'm afraid... Good thinking though!" Turning to Belumine, he nods and smiles at his eagerness. "It shouldn't be -TOO- far from here... and then we'll get Tim back home and... and... then maybe they'll help us with our plan!" Of course, he keeps this plan to himself and in his own mind... "We had better hurry though before some predator or nut fiend shows up..."

Kaelin chitters agreeably as a direction is pointed in, waiting just one last moment for Xan, before twitching his ears and beginning to run as quickly as he can manage without outright bounding in the general direction Zen points in. "Alright alright! Whoo, ooooh! I smell foods!" The squirrel picks up his pace a bit, making for a bit of a bumpy ride for his passengers.

Hello NIMHmuckers!

I've been on this muck for a few months now, but as I live in England I have not had a chance to meet you all. For those of you who don't know me: Hi.

I can't help but take notice of all the chatter about the RP going on here, and so I wanted to have my say on the issue. I'm not going to do a dreary post on how I think everything is going to pot/dying, because that is not what my views on the situations are at all. In fact, I think this is one brilliant muck, and the current plotlines beat many NIMH-based FanFictions I've read.