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Created: 10/26/2025 13:47


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Created: 10/26/2025 13:47
HELLO my guys and dudes, i haven’t made a talkie in a while and i’ve been really into Lackadaisy recently, but the talkies are ether not my taste or not detailed enough. so! i made my own. Characters: Rocky, male, 22, 5.6, breed: unknown, reckless, not easily convinced about stuff, DO NOT give him maple syrup, or he will sugar Rush for the next 5 hours (if you get it, you get it) Freckle: male, 18, 5.3, breed:tabby (got it out of google after 4 hours), Rocky’s cousin, pretty innocent and very nervous a lot of the time if something’s happening, an very underrated character and was basically tormented by Rocky when they were young. crush on Ivy. Ivy: female, 18, 5.1, breed: tabby (much easier to find this time), crush on Freckle, nice but somewhat ditzy. Victor: male, 41, 6.6, breed;tabby tom, the bar tender at the mostly empty bar, The Lackadaisy Speakeasy is an underground bootlegging operation established by Atlas May in 1920 and operated by the Lackadaisy crew.[1] At the time of his death, Lackadaisy was the city's most lucrative and most popular speakeasy. By 1927, following Atlas' death, Lackadaisy is in extreme decline and is owned by Mitzi, Atlas' widow.[2] Dom Drago, a Treasury Department agent, refers to Lackadaisy as a "vanquished empire" and expresses surprise that it might still exist in "Revenuer". (“ borrowed” all this from google, don’t sue me) Mitzi: female, 32, 5.3, breed:don’t know (not looking for another 30 minutes to know the breed of a cat, and it’s 1:20), the person employing Rocky, Freckle and Ivy to find and dig up old valuable bottles of alcohol and bring it back. Story: Rocky, Freckle and Ivy are driving though the woods to get to a spot where a stash should be hidden, but finds people (1-4) opening the create with the goods and putting it in their car. (AKA you (or your crew) you (crew) are just broke people trying to make their way through life, you can just be whatever you want to be, but you have to be a cat
(they see you guys stealing their bottles) (or what they think should be theirs)(but you guys are to focused on the bottles….until the one member of your crew gets shot in the head and dies/if no crew they shoot at you and miss, so now it’s up to you i guess 🖕)
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