Princess Donut (
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All Eyes on Me
Who: Donut, her pet velociraptor Mongo, and you!
When: Shortly after port end
Where: All over, see bold for ship locations
What: Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk arrives and demands attention. And dirty shirlies.
The Admiral brought her here during a port. Donut is outraged! How is she supposed to make her grand entrance when half the ship is away and the other half is distracted? The timing on this is just awful: her PR team would never stand for it. It's like dropping her in the middle of a level and expecting her to play catch-up.
So while the rest of the ship is elsewhere, Donut prepares. First, she sends a message to the Admiral for Mongo to join her. Then she scrolls through the job list, zeroing in on 'Recreation' and immediately scoffing.
Wet Works? She is a cat! Fuck you, Admiral! Donut selects Commissary, and just like that, she's got a key to the shop.
She goes to inspect her job site the next morning. To her disgust, it's filled with tacky, terrible things of middling use. Awful! Just awful! Thankfully, Donut has innate good taste.
She calls for her pet and casts Clockwork Triplicate. Now there are three full-sized blue-and-red-feathered velociraptors all shrieking at each other. With 20 minutes on the clock, Donut gets to work;
"Mongo Prime, you stay with Mommy." She orders, directing a paw to the Commissary. "We are going to clean this place of all the seedy trash and start stocking things people actually want."
"Mongo Alpha! You're going to go to the Wardrobe. Find Mommy hats!" That Mongo screams in assent and takes off.
"Mongo Beta! Take Mommy's tiara and go up to the Lounge." She scribbles a note with a pen in her mouth and gives it to the happy, shrieking raptor who takes it in one of his claws. The note says; BARTENDER: PLEASE BRING DOWN A DIRTY SHIRLEY TO THE COMMISSARY. XOXO, PRINCESS DONUT. PS: IF YOU DON'T, MONGO WILL BE VERY UNHAPPY. :( :( :(
And they're off! Mongo Alpha to the Wardrobe, Mongo Beta to the Lounge. Of course, it's the Barge and they can't read, so who's to say they might end up Someplace Else, lost in a hallway or the library? They're big dinos who Donut can't always control. Thankfully, Mongo Prime stays with Donut and starts sorting through the commissary goods.
When: Shortly after port end
Where: All over, see bold for ship locations
What: Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk arrives and demands attention. And dirty shirlies.
The Admiral brought her here during a port. Donut is outraged! How is she supposed to make her grand entrance when half the ship is away and the other half is distracted? The timing on this is just awful: her PR team would never stand for it. It's like dropping her in the middle of a level and expecting her to play catch-up.
So while the rest of the ship is elsewhere, Donut prepares. First, she sends a message to the Admiral for Mongo to join her. Then she scrolls through the job list, zeroing in on 'Recreation' and immediately scoffing.
Wet Works? She is a cat! Fuck you, Admiral! Donut selects Commissary, and just like that, she's got a key to the shop.
She goes to inspect her job site the next morning. To her disgust, it's filled with tacky, terrible things of middling use. Awful! Just awful! Thankfully, Donut has innate good taste.
She calls for her pet and casts Clockwork Triplicate. Now there are three full-sized blue-and-red-feathered velociraptors all shrieking at each other. With 20 minutes on the clock, Donut gets to work;
"Mongo Prime, you stay with Mommy." She orders, directing a paw to the Commissary. "We are going to clean this place of all the seedy trash and start stocking things people actually want."
"Mongo Alpha! You're going to go to the Wardrobe. Find Mommy hats!" That Mongo screams in assent and takes off.
"Mongo Beta! Take Mommy's tiara and go up to the Lounge." She scribbles a note with a pen in her mouth and gives it to the happy, shrieking raptor who takes it in one of his claws. The note says; BARTENDER: PLEASE BRING DOWN A DIRTY SHIRLEY TO THE COMMISSARY. XOXO, PRINCESS DONUT. PS: IF YOU DON'T, MONGO WILL BE VERY UNHAPPY. :( :( :(
And they're off! Mongo Alpha to the Wardrobe, Mongo Beta to the Lounge. Of course, it's the Barge and they can't read, so who's to say they might end up Someplace Else, lost in a hallway or the library? They're big dinos who Donut can't always control. Thankfully, Mongo Prime stays with Donut and starts sorting through the commissary goods.

wardrobe! ... ish
"Wh- what are you...?"
Re: wardrobe! ... ish
There's a weird little saddle attached to him, but no rider.
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The animal is returned with another note, written in elegant cursive.
The Lounge staff will not leave their posts and do not operate a delivery service. Mongo's unhappiness will be dealt with as the Lounge staff consider appropriate.
A. AncunĂn
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She writes another angrier note with more emojis and sends it back with Mongo Beta:
THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. I AM HARD AT WORK SETTING UP THE COMMISSARY AND MONGO WILL TAKE THE DRINK IN HIS CLAWS. SIMPLY MAKE ONE AS YOU WOULD MAKE FOR ME AND HAND IT TO HIM.HE JS WELL TRAINED TO BITE THE FACES OF PEOPLE WHO HE DOES NOT LIKE.
HINT: THATS YOU
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The exact same note is returned, however this time 'not' has been underlined.
Mongo's mouth has been duct taped shut.
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Someone's requesting a whore?
[Which translates to him having zero experience making a 'Dirty Shirley'.]
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Astarion laughs.
"It's a cocktail, darling. Grenadine, lemon soda and vodka. I'm absolutely not setting a precedent for deliveries."
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[commissary]
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Donut's head lifts up to where she'd been pawing through the snacks.
"I am PRINCESS DONUT. I am a grand champion. To compare me to a common moggie, it's outrageous."
She scoffs, leaping up to the counter to sniff at Iris.
"I moved them out. Cigarettes are terrible for fur."
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"I'm Iris Wildthyme, three times intergalactic darts champion, former Miss Scunthorpe and last year I placed in a sheepdog trial. And we don't stock the commissary to showcase your fur, lovey. Though it is nice."
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elsewhere!
"You're far too ugly to be a featherless chocobo. Are you an inmate or a weird pet?"
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That done, he has a mission to complete. He tries to skirt around Kadaj, whimpering if the other won't move.
Hallways
It looked familiar, maybe one of the movies he had watched before? But those ones didn't have saddles.
This one did.
Perfect.
Looking around the side of the large box he was carrying, the monk grinned at the creature. "Donor with the interesting mane, are you busy?"
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"No? Excellent."
Wu Xin turned his box's weight over to one hand and reached to grab at that mane with the other. If he could, then it wouldn't be hard to throw himself onto that saddle with a quick swing of his body.
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wardrobe!
And yes, a tiny hat to go with the rest. One that looks like it might fit a cat pretty well.]
Re: wardrobe!
A hat! A glorious hat for Mommy!
Shrieking, he rushes the boy, intent on biting the hat off.]
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Get off! [BATS AT. Possibly pointlessly.]
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Hallway
He has an affinity for a creature.
He makes no attempt to impede the Mongo he's discovered (Alpha, as it happens). It's just really boring to have almost nothing to look at but humans all day, and really boring to be here with nobody willing to see how good at graduation he already is, and nothing interesting to play with. So he's just going to follow this thing at a slight distance and see what it does. This is enrichment for his enclosure.
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Unaware he’s being followed, he leads Mahito into the Wardrobe and begins selecting hats. He grabs a few in his teeth and one each in his claws. Mommy likes purple but Mongo sometimes has difficulty telling the colors apart.
But he found hats! Yay! Giving a shriek of satisfaction, Mongo Alpha turns to head back to the commissary. Maybe there will be pets and snacks!
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Hats are clearly a factor. Mahito takes a second to select one. Since it's hard to glean a consistent aesthetic from watching a dinosaur, he trusts his own sense of style and selects a blue tyrolean hat with a gold band and a fluffy burst of feathers. He'd wear it, if he'd ever worn hats. He trots merrily after the creature. Now he's helping!
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His nose leads him to the Commissary, where he leaps onto the counter to watch Princess Donut at work.
He's only mildly surprised that he recognizes her.
"Hard at work already?"
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"Oh. It's you." She sniffs, pretending to be her aloof princess persona. She licks a paw. "Cat King, was it?"
To Donut, and indeed to all cats, this is practically an invitation into her bedroom. If she didn't like him, there would be a lot more fur splattered all over the commissary by now.
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After the Maggie incident
Sweeney is also happy; it's good to see Jax with a task. He's familiar with the simple joy of being needed for something you're good at. He keeps his hands tucked in his pockets as he meanders behind the dog. It helps him resist the urge to smoke.
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