<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/e23WACC.png)</div><hr/>Name: Tabitha<br/>Where: Space Zeppelin Presentation Room.<br/>Doing What:<br/>1 PP | 0 Physical | 0 Mental | 0 Emotional<br/><hr/><br/>Tabs had elected to button up in the end. She liked her look but it wasn't worth battling with the wind, even if her body was able to deal with the cold perfectly well. She made up for those good manners when they got to the presentation room, lounging across the chair so her feet dangled over the arm rest with a space coffee balanced on her stomach held in place by her tail coiled around it.<br/><br/>She'd gotten a tablet out of her Litter Box and was happily playing away with it making designs for spaceships which looked a healthy mixture of impractical and illegal. To anyone who'd care to notice they also looked suspiciously like cannibalized versions of the Zepplin they'd just boarded.<br/><br/>"If I need a phone call I can manage it. Magic's a safer way of communicating providing you don't annoy anything that lives in the formless void. I've been way too busy thinking of ways to disguise Ace anyway, someone will remember to feed my lab mice. Probably. Thanks though! "