Kain took a deep breath. At this point, he was just mad at himself. No. He was mad at the mess he caused. Now, here he was, stuck in some city with a group of people he didn't give a beep about. The rogue pulled a switchblade out, heading towards the opposing group. His gaze focused on their leader, some boy who dropped off Miguel earlier. As he walked over towards him however, Chelsea grabbed his hand.
"Hey!" Kain shouted as the lucky ones headed home. Well, almost everyone.
"Let go of me!" Chelsea announced as Jestery gave her a big hug. "Screw it."
The catgirl slashed her claws across the prankster's face.
"Fine, kitty." Jestery remarked, dropping Chelsea to the ground. The psychologist switched forms, managing to land on her feet as a feline. Not that it would really change anything. The distance was still the same, no matter how many legs one had at that time. She casually walked into camp, switching into her catgirl form. There, her fellow teammates were beginning to clean up the mess from earlier. Tobi was doing inventory and Mizuki was repairing the tents with some sort of magic spell. Layla was mapping the place out. Nuka and Walter had tagged along, possibly to search for potential grub. Scot was recording the whole thing, just in case they ever needed it for some reason. Aqua and Miguel had gone off to find any building materials to build a wall around the camp. Monokette and Chef Mono were just hanging around, encouraging those working in the camp at the moment. Cian was going all around the camp, helping in any way he could. She took a deep breath. Finally, Jack and Daisy were supervising, probably to make up for their lack of any useful survival skills. The only one not helping at the moment, was Kain. For some reason, the rogue was moping on a tree stump within the outskirts of camp.
"What's your problem?" Chelsea remarked as she walked over to the rogue. "It's her, isn't it?"
"What do you think?" Kain snarled and slapped Chelsea. The catgirl only ignored that action. It was probably too much of a hassle.
"Sometimes, it just doesn't work." Chelsea whispered, slapping Kain back. "We just have to move on to the next day. If we don't, we get on stuck on the day before."
Kain only groaned. He wasn't in the mood for a psychology lecture at the moment.
"What do you know? You're only a cat."
"A cat with a Ph.D. in psychology from Stanford."
Kain walked away, kicking the catgirl in the groin. Chelsea walked away, heading over to Jack and Daisy. At the moment, the two were conversing about something, she wasn't sure what. As she walked over, the racecar driver and the porn star turned to face her.
"So, how do you want me to help?" Chelsea remarked, anticipating the question they were about to ask.
"At the moment, wherever you can," Jack answered and Daisy nodded.
"Just kiss." After making said comment, the psychologist slipped away. At that point, she pulled her electroID out and checked the messages. Nothing had changed, other than a message from one "Nina Sangon". She sighed, making her way out of camp. In the process, she switched to her cat form.
"Still the same road." The cat thought as she made her way down the street. It was still the same street, no matter which way she walked it. But, there was always something new for her to find. Whether it be the butterflies fluttering around or the black cat cutting someones privates off. "Wait a minute."
She walked over to the dickless person. The dickless person was sitting on a swing, with a full VR headset on. Sitting below it, was said black cat. Unlike the one the lucky ones had met in Despair Jungle, this one didn't have any ribbons on. In other words, it was just another black cat with powers similar to the previous one.
"Hey, I take offense to that!" The cat announced as Chelsea watched, switching to her catgirl form.
"I'm looking for one Nina Sangon." Chelsea answered, ignoring the cat's previous action and remark. "Do you know where I can find her?"
"Possibly." The cat answered as it gazed up at Chelsea. "Also, welcome home."
"Huh?" Chelsea looked all around. Other than all the playground equipment, it was a pretty barren place.
"Have you seriously forgotten the place you were born! Man, whatever memory eraser they gave, was super effective!"
Chelsea only sighed. She debated in her head whether or not she should slap the cat. While it would have brought her some sanity, it probably wouldn't have helped her in the long run. So, she gave the cat a slight pat on the head. It was much better than a slap, but brought some sanity for the both of them.
"Thanks." The cat whispered, handing her a piece of paper. It then exploded into a ball of smoke, leaving the catgirl psychologist to her own devices. She then made a quick down at the paper.
You cannot let them find all of you. Only then, can you all escape this prison...
