Felt Mansion

Ye4h, besides, it's b4d luck to hurt 4 c4t, so it's very import4nt to me keep her 'purrfectly' fine!
Clover laughs at his pun.

Clover looks disappointed.
Fine... He prob4bly knows where everyone is.
Clover leaves to search for the others.

*nep shrugs*

:33 < i dunno...

We could go to the park!

*neps ears perk*

:33 < the park? that sounds purrfect!

*turns to quarters*

:33 < how about you and ter search fur efurryone else and i will go to the park and... look fur fin! yea! that sounds good to me

Itchy runs on his treadmill, smoke starts emanating from the rubber track. He stops running and sees the deformed track.
1 need to f1nd one of these that won't break after a few days.
He steps off the treadmill, chugging cold coffee from from one of the mugs scattered across his room. He peers out his door and sprints out of his room, passing Clover on the way out.

Terezi looks at Nepeta, one eyebrow raised.

Y3S, 1'M SUUUUR3 F1N W1LL B3 4T TH3 P4RK
W3 W1LL S34RCH FOR TH3 OTH3RS, L3T US KNOW 1F YOU... F1ND F1N

*both the trolls leave, giggling maniacally*

A green blur passes by Quarters before suddenly stopping.
OhHeyGuysHow's1tGoingWhatchaDo1ngAroundHere?HaveYouSeenCrowbar?1sThereAJobWeNeedToDo?

Terezi smiles.

4H, 1TCHY, SO N1C3 OF YOU TO F1ND US
TH3R3 1S NO JOB TH4T 1 4M 4W4R3 OF
NOT FROM CROWB4R 4T L34ST
W3 4R3 S34RCH1NG FOR TH3 R3ST OF TH3 F3LT, 4T N3P3T4'S R3QU3ST

*Eventually runs out of grist to alchemize more balls. Exits closet to find something more productive to do."

Terezi clears her throat.

1TCHY, TH3R3 W1LL B3 NO H31STS 1N TH3 1MM3D14T3 FUTUR3
NOT UNT1L TH3 R3ST OF TH3 F3LT 1S FOUND, 4NYW4Y

((Low key, Sky, alchemization doesn't exist because no Sgrub))

Itchy looks disappointed, and a little twitchy.
F1ne. You guys don't have to go. But 1 need to leave this place. 1t's getting cramped and 1'm out of coffee. Maybe 1 can f1nd the slowpoke wh1le 1'm out.

[Stitch calls after Vriska.]

hey, c9me back here! d9n't ignore me!

[He stops, realizing that he's probably not being listened to. With an annoyed sigh, he walks off in the opposite direction, grumbling to himself. He silently resolves to try and find someone less angsty and/or churlish to talk to.]

entitled little...grr...n9 respect at all, i tell ya...

[After a few minutes of navigating the increasingly labyrinthine manor, Stitch overhears several familiar voices, especially one vaguely frenzied voice saying something about coffee. Itchy, no doubt.]

...s9 that's where that twitchy little weasel g9t 9ff t9, eh? i really need t9 start keeping better track 9f that b9z9. m9ves ar9und s9 fast, he's liable t9 break his neck 9n s9mething.

[Stitch moves toward the sound of voices.]

Spoiler:

((It's fine for me, Itchy is a little hard to read though))

((Yeah there's no alchemisation so just replace that with 'ran out of eight balls')

1 4gree w1th terez1, 4nd s1nce 1 4m the most sen1or member here, wh4t 1 s4y goes