felicity!!
Truly a match made in hell. Felicity's abrasiveness and lack of tone control, and 2D's willingness to put up with anything. It was something that rubbed Felicity the wrong way about her own brother, in all truth, but it would certainly help her case here.
"Fair enough, I guess," She shrugs. Naps were good. It wasn't something Felicity did on her own, but in their youth, she'd taken a lot. Mostly to bully Felix into resting himself, granted -- a habit she should probably consider picking back up.
"2D, huh?" And the other one was Mur-something, right? Listen, just because she asked Felix to tell her stuff didn't mean she listened. All fascinating names, but Felicity wasn't one to talk, considering that their other brother's name had been fucking Helier. "'m Felicity. You've met my brother Felix, I think -- calls himself Videogames, it's weird," If she didn't tell anyone and everyone they were related if it was even a little relevant, Felicity would die on the spot, probably. Possibly because of her weird and unhealthy fixation on her brother. ... not in a weird way.
"Well I mean, I guess," Felicity grants sulkily, conveniently skipping over his remark about napping in the sun. Admittedly, her own accent was a little weird -- a French accent, it was called? No, wait, of course it was called that, why was she playing dumb. A minor French accent. This was something that haunted her. "But I've never heard anything like it before. Like, where did you even come from? .. Location wise. I mean, we've already been over the parent bit," Then, she scrunches up her nose, agitated. "Granted, this is a tiny island without any regional accents. So .... Even worse," Technically, the Vale had a bit of an accent, so that sort of counted as regional, but like ... don't worry about it.
One might call Felicity weird for her obvious preoccupation with accents. Felicity would probably secretly agree, but she'd probably kill anyone who said so.

felicity!!
An assembly, huh? Fe had mentioned something about that. Meetings, or whatever, explaining the current state of events and .. plans, or whatever.
Felicity didn't really see the point. Or ... she did, but only a little. She was just being purposefully contradictory, that was all. And ... needless to say, she didn't really care. A welcome to people, one person who Felicity was absolutely going to keep an eye on, and .. some other things that didn't really matter.
"I think I'll pass, thanks," Felicity yawns, seated next to Videogames. She lived here, but it was ... it was temporary. Or maybe it wasn't, but either way Felicity didn't particularly care to possibly swear her life to a group she'd just joined. "I'll go with Felix to take the invite, though," Predictable as ever. Her brother's ear twitches as he glances back at her. He hadn't even chosen a place to take it to.
"Hey Fe, hey Fe, hey Fe, let's take it to the Typhoon, that name sounds cool as shit," Emboldened by his mere acknowledgement of her existence, she begins prodding him in the side, persistent.

felicity!!
Personally, Felicity could not give a fuck about who the other members in the group were. It wasn't something that ... endeared her to people. Which was sort of the point, actually -- Felicity didn't care about people, so either they didn't care about her, or they hated her for her snarky comments. It's not like Felicity cared. She'd arrived to prove she could settle down for Sheska, and she was staying for her brother, not whatever fucking weirdos lived here.
It was rare the black serval separate from her brother long enough to interact with anyone else at all. But it seemed that today, she made an exception.
"Did I wake you up?" Felicity asks, not regretful at all. Who fell asleep outside, uncovered? When they had their own house? Felicity couldn't imagine it, being so unprotected. Stupid ... weirdo ... with his stupid eyes and stupid blue fur. What sort of person had blue fur? Her mom had always said that their family was rather unique in appearance, but then came this fucker --
She's being a little mean, actually. She doesn't really mean it -- it's not like he's done anything to provoke her yet. If anything, she was curious.
"You're one of the, uh, newcomers, right? Fe mentioned you," She yawns. She'd been pestering her brother to tell her about stuff she missed, simply because Felicity thought it was relevant to her endless quest of hovering and pestering her brother. "The fuck were you doing sleeping outside? And what's with the accent, anyways?" Her tone was hard to place. Almost judgmental, but at the same time more genuine than anything.
Let it be known. Felicity has never peacefully asked questions in her life, and she had no clue how to start now.