Many serious -and not so serious- discussions take place within these walls. Many rooms branch off, and within each you can find a different conversation taking place.
A sign on the door as you enter the corridor reads 'Please be sensible.' Raucous laughter can be heard from the closest door.

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A lot of humming and whirring can be heard behind this sturdy pine door. A quick glance to the left and right, and through the large windows, you can see the call-cats, ready 24/7 to help the confused and lost. Do you feel a question coming on? I know I do.

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Here members come to share the many games they have learned in their travels. Word games are the most popular, and you can hear the shrieks of laughter from the most absurd combinations even from the far side of the Green.
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In this room, there is a different kind of form. It is designed for the humans of this world... Well, the potential humans, that is. Like the felines, they must be accepted by a staff member first.

The biographies of all the cats who come into our world are placed here, once an Eye or Ear has reviewed them.

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Sometimes, a cat is unable to find a mate of their own. But if they are looking, this cozy little room is the place to come. Mates, murderers, and mentors can all be found here, when you're ready.

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If a member is inactive, doesn't want their cat/s any more, or needs a new role-player for a while, the adoption house is where most of them come. Many tearful goodbyes have been said here.

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Just opposite the castle's extensive library, many new cats come to learn the basics of the new land they have found. Here, they can practise new skills, or be taught them by the more knowledgable members.
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Official-looking doors line this floor of the HQ. It's here that the members claim their rooms; the only place in the city (or out of it) that can guarantee one hundred percent safety to the hybrids who shelter here.

When Tiger is played, this will be his office.

Fluffy's office is next to Lucky's, and is the first thing one sees when entering from the stairwell. It's actually one of the larger offices, and has its own skylight. A few bookshelves stand, gathering dust by the door, while a neat desk, piled high with various objects, is pushed towards the side. A bed, soft and neat, sits to the side.

As Scout is the head of the Revolution's background knowledge department, he needs an office in which to work. It's just down the hall from Lucky and Fluffy, and is a round, very high-tech room. Security screens line one wall, and at least three computers sit on his desk. Everything is lit with stark, fluorescent lights.

Yes, even in a bustling metropolis like Angeles, there is something as mundane as a supermarket. Like all of its kind, it sells fruit, vegetables, dry goods, wet goods, meats, laundry-powder, and all that other fun stuff.
Quite a few famous people have walked these aisles; take comfort in that, when you're bored out of your wits. You never know who you'll meet while doing the grocery shopping in Angeles.

The cops in Angeles have one main HQ, and this can be found off a side street of the main city center. If, of course, you know where to look.
Carefully secreted behind a cute little knick-knack store, you can find the main brains behind the police, working their tails off to catch wrong-doers.

As you can probably guess by the name, this esteemed establishment is a bar. Not one of those places with brawls and such; certainly not! This bar was converted into a rustic little restaurant not long ago. The food is great, good value, and it's often full to the brim with smiling customers. The only sign of the Fox and Ferret's background is a stuffed deer head, a twelve-pointer, hung up above the bar.

Obviously, it's a church on East Street. Built in the Gothic style, it was once a fine, imposing building, but since the city moved south and west, it is no longer the center of faith that it once was. The priests allow all manners of life, human and hybrid, animal and sentient being, to enter the church now. The once-fine wooden floors are scratched by hooves and claws.

Long ago, this was to be the crown jewel of Angeles' darker streets. Nowadays, the council has abandoned it, due to looting and damage to equipment. Only one or two of the houses were nearing completion, but they only have about four walls between them. It's good shelter, and most people don't come here.