=> Voidkitties, figure out this existence thing. (Open rp)

Meanwhile...

It is awake time. Think. S-sleeep is am not happening in up this way. Wrong am not working discordonoised that thinking.

Warning. Thinkthoughts discrupted in thinkthought plaice. Sleepwakening upruprted by.

Anal. Eyes. Analysus. Run cisterns chuck. Detemmine course of thunk. Distriction.

Vncnoid blorb is trap in think. It mew.

What occur. How thicks.

Spoiler: OOC

(Sure. Sounds like a reasonable enough place in the timeline.)

 

The tentacled mass makes a loud coughing noise, before ejecting a different void kitten.

A slightly garbled, warbling voice emits from the pile of tentacles.

"Kitty wanna crrrraccker. Mew in brain."

 

Kitton is stick.
Bring is kittin to placi am more kit.

Find friend. Give catling.

The pile of tentacles abruptly, and rather shakily, gets up. Gently, it scoops up the two void kittens near it and plops them on top of it, before shambling in the direction of the nearest heat and noise, bumping into a few walls in its somewhat confused attempts to navigate Kintsugi.

 

Words are coming kitblobs.

Speak.

"Blobs is stuck in thinks. V-void is breaking thonk pathways."

Wait who speaks.

 

Kitling apolothegise. Is kitt? Mew or one. Seveneral.

Separables thinky brain void when opened. Fur in thinks make difficulty. Obstructination sentient difficult reason raisin kitties.

Aww cute is think in situation not ideal - abstraction in absssstraction in decide. Process compromise. Seek? Find think from not. Void. Suggestion multicat in direction physical split transfur vodi.

Find others get rid out of Snitch? Articulated form. Cat am smol. Suggest new - find.

"Catlings new. Thhhhhhhink will find pair ants, deliver. Will unsticky. Then Snitch self rearrangle which require space and not catspace. Filing. Direction?"

Nailed it.

 

Decentralised intelligence is a great idea, sometimes.

In that fish cats fish catlings is onward void find thing do think for think that detangle.

Decentralised intelligence can also be an absolutely terrible idea. Especially if something small, voidlike and fuzzy finds a new home infesting various important systems and blocking intersystem signals. Currently, there were no less than seven separate intelligences developing within the fractured bodymind of the Being Formerly Known As Snitch. Only two of them knew any languages of any kind, and neither of them were the ones that had control over the fine vibrations of the inner surface membranes required to actually produce language.

Porpoise. Am devilver. February. Dark deepnesses in thinky then fix bran.

The other several (the concept of numbers larger than three was currently AWOL, probably in some intelligence cluster that didn't know how to read them) intelligences communicated in various types of mutually incomprehensible sensation. The whole assembly was being guided by a vaguely-formed consensus plan which, roughly translated, looked a bit like the following:

1. Return to other sources of heat and motion (friends?)
2. Eject as many blockages as possible.
3. ???
4. Profit.

This would then be followed by the dissolution of the physical form and reindexing of the available memories. Preferably in some kind of container, so as not to lose anything. Information half-remembered by an intelligence that communicated in flickers of light and bursts of strange chemicals suggested that this was not a dangerous place, corroborated by the detected lack of any known psychopherenome signatures in the local, surprisingly nitrogen-rich, atmosphere. Shouldn't it have more helium? Tastes of the ground contained organic residue and a familiar dust, although isotopes in the surface suggested that only this mass had been active here since a very long time.

Plan a little plan dream a cat. Plane plan as day for. Kitty. Delibver. Stotion. Friends. Sdneirf.

Pseudopods twitched and scratched over the dirt, dragging the Snitch-mass along, towards the scent of void and the vibrations of footfalls in the ground. A high-pitched buzzing as forgotten echolocation stuttered into life, revealing a small, radio-scented building with a tall antenna and a number (possibly larger than three) of small bipedal creatures clustered nearby along with some dark spots, similar to the ones currently sitting on the thinkmass.

Words is need. Communicate friends kit. Need describ. Meow. Approach.

"Snoots is kit in braaaain. Confuse."

 

(@Scheherazade I feel Snitch's sense of self is too fractured at the moment for something that works along that axis to work. They probably need to be deep-cleaned for kittens and then rearrange themself. It does have the potential to go strangely wrong, though.)