Misplaced (13) : Things are just vanishing. Maybe it’s the heat, or the chaos of the times, but even if you swear you put something somewhere, it might be gone. Maybe as quickly as you exit a room and return. Usually it’s only small things; sometimes you might hear a strange rattling just before something disappears, but once it’s gone, it’s gone. So far, it’s mostly things that aren’t too big, but recently there have been reports of cars just disappearing, too…
Darius Ammun carried a set of small Mauvian tools in his mouth into his private workroom at the Order Mauvian HQ and set them down at his workbench, next to a bunch of human electronic and electrical junk. He sighed. He figured he should start somewhere, and human level electronics were as good as any. A low level of expertise was needed to fix them, and as he had little to no experience, and was, yes still very young - at least in body and mind development - it was best to start easy.

He nosed the junk for the easiest piece of junk he could find to fix - oh how nice- a Star Charm - nothing to fix there, hmm what else could he find ... - ah! A pocket watch, from the 1800s. Boy, he could give this to Daddy when he was done, either as a keepsake or to sell at auction, and Daddy could make a little, what was it called, money to help out. It was probably worth a good bit, at least to humans anyways. In fact, most of this stuff was dated, from what he could see... and Daddy could make a little money off of all of it, once Dari restored it and cleaned it up a bit. Dari of course, as a Mauvian, had very little use for money - especially as a kitten.

He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by the sounds of Mauvians striding down the halls. Had he forgotten to close and lock the door to his private work room, so he could work in peace?

He turned around to the door and locked it. Returning to his work bench... he found the tools GONE! Where did he put them again? "I swear, I put them right here on the workbench!" He exclaimed to himself. He looked up and down throughout the room, under the workbench and through the pile of junk - there wasn't anything else in the room to look through - he hadn't even adorned the room yet. He looked outside in the hallway - nothing.

Boy, were the other Mauvians going to be upset with him. A new Mauvian received one free basic set of tools upon arriving - from then on, Mauvians were expected to provide or replace their own, through their own abilities or through trade with other Mauvians - and he had just gotten that set the other day - his first and only free set - and he had absolutely nothing to show for them, to trade or replace them - except a huge pile of human junk.

At that moment, he was then standing in the open doorway of his room, looking out into the hallway, when he heard a rattling behind him, from his room. Turning around once more, this time just in time, he saw the pile of junk vanishing before his very eyes. He gave a yelp and hastily retreated into the hallway, tripping over his own two hind legs. He bumped into a mass of larger Mauvians crowding the halls, trying to get to whoever was in charge to get guidance - their stuff was disappearing as well.

Well. He thought. I'm not crazy after all. Then he farted and a narrow hallway crowded with a few busy Mauvians went crazy.