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OPEN | well, i don't know where they come from but they sure do come

Who: Everyone and some adorable, rolly polly, purring kittens.
Where: Ballroom.
When: April 4th.
Rating: PG? It's kittens, how bad can it get.
Summary: As advertised, Anders wished for some kittens, now there are kittens, please adopt a kitten, kittens everywhere.

The Story:

_{[In the ballroom with plenty of space for them to romp around, Anders and Alistair set the kittens loose.

When he'd been thinking about them, Anders had had a particular image in his mind: a bunch of kittens sitting in a padded wicker basket like something out of a graphic illustration or inspired by a toilet paper brand. Who wouldn't find that adorable? That's exactly what he'd gotten, and exactly what they load the kittens up in to move them downstairs. Once the basket is deposited in the center of the room, some stay napping in its cushioned confines, others tumble out to explore.

Anders takes the time to bring up food, water, and litter. After some internal debating, he scatters some cat toys around the room, too. Welcome to Wonderland's one and only kitty daycare, for a limited time only!]}

_{(OOC: Don't worry about threading with Anders or Alistair if you want to join in just for kittens. Consider this a mingle log where you can make your own posts, tag around, etc.)}

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A - Literally herding cats

[Inevitably during the trip downstairs several of their charges try and make a break for it. And with as many as there are even the best Wardens can lose track of a cat or two. Alistair has taken the job of rounding up a few escapees, wandering the halls between the fourth floor and the first, discreetly peering into open doors and calling out-] Here Purrlock, come on, where are you?

[In his arms he's carrying two more would-be apost-cats which squirm and mewl, trying to reach sweet freedom once again. With a sigh he lifts up one in each hand and gives them a stern look.]

If you two aren't going to help me find Purrlock there will be no more sightseeing. You can go back to Anders and stay there, got it?

[The lecture seems to go over its targets heads as the pair continue to cry out for freedom. Some cats don't know how good they've got it.]

B - Free to home. Any home will do.

[This is so not how Alistair envisioned spending his day when he woke up this morning.

There's a hole in his shirt that's getting steadily larger, he's pretty sure he's still bleeding from the claw marks on his chest and he's spent who knows how long chasing kittens around and ferrying them down to the ballroom. There's been plenty of whining from him every step of the way as everyone from the fourth floor down can attest. And yet he really doesn't appear all that put out once the lot of them are corralled in the ballroom.

Watching the multitude of cats scamper about he occupies himself running back and forth after them, capturing any attempting to escape the room or rescuing ones that get themselves in trouble. He always has at least one keeping him company as he wanders about, cradled in the crook of one arm, draped over his shoulder or, occasionally, peeking out of the hole in his shirt.

More importantly, as soon as he spots anyone in the ballroom without a cat on them he immediately makes his way over to give them one. This is not a negotiable transaction. These cats need homes or there's going to be just a room full of them across the hall from him and even kittens can cause trouble in numbers.

Coming up to one such cat-less person, he deposits a squirming body on them.]

Here you go! I think she likes you.

[Or isn't immediately running away. Good enough.]

( Look, this is all a misunderstanding. Emma didn't come down here in search of a cat. She saw the feed and heard the meowing and figured maybe the could use a hand, that's all. Henry has a dog and everyone knows those are two animals that don't get along. She can't do it. Adding a cat to their existing problems in Wonderland just doesn't work. And unfortunately for Alistair, handing her a kitten and walking away isn't going to guarantee this one a home.) Actually I can't -

( But then the kitten brushes her paw against Emma's hand when she goes to set her down, and she makes the mistake of looking down at the crying kitten who must have something against going back down on the floor with the rest of them. ) Don't look at me like that.

( That's to the cat, not to Alistair. All of her attention is on the wiggly furball currently attempting to climb her shirt. Crap. )

Convincing aren't they?

[He's pretty happy about any sign of weakness in the face of sad kitties. Whatever that can't that came before was about it has no bearing on his plan to try and force a kitten on the woman. Look, it's trying to climb her, it's meant to be.

Wiping the grin off his face he puts on his best, most woebegone expression and whines plaintively at her.]

I told you she likes you. And she needs a home. You're not going to leave a poor little kitty all alone with nowhere to call home are you? What will she do? Where will she sleep?

[Truthfully he has no doubt that Anders will take any that aren't adopted back with him to keep. Across the hall from Alistair himself. And sooner or later that is going to spill over to him somehow, he's sure. So she has to contribute to keeping Alistair's future from being drowned in cats and kitty litter.]

There are an endless amount of rooms in this place and no shortage of spaces for a kitten to sleep.

[But that reply comes defensively because she's already considering it. A cat. At least it's not as involved as a dog, which would be too much to take on considering that Henry already has Lucky. He'll know she's hooked when she pulls the kitten a little closer, trying to support her instead of setting the animal free. She doesn't want the little furball to hurt herself while she's whining her way into picking up an owner.]

And you're just saying that because you're in over your head.

[Emma may be sold on this, but Alistair is just as screwed.]

But not endless people to love them!

[He's sensing victory though, being as she has yet to put the kitten down and walk away. Would it be too much to try and talk her into another? Maybe he can convince her to take pity on him personally and find another one or two homes that way.]

I really am and it's not even my fault! [See how utterly despairing he is of the current situation? He's so far in over his head he can't even see the surface. It's very upsetting. Really.] I'm just trying to help a friend, I didn't cause this at all. Please say you'll help, I don't know what else to do!

[She gets his most pathetic puppy-dog eyes and he throws in a sniffle for good measure. Is it convincing? It didn't used to work when he was a boy but maybe she's a softer touch than the old Reverend Mother. It would be hard not to be.]

You realize I'm already sold, right?

[There's no need to keep the acting going, especially when Emma senses that's all this is. She'll take the cat, but just that cat. Any more than one and she'd have to deal with Regina's jokes for the rest of her life, and she's not prepared to deal with that when there are probably more people willing to take them. Everyone gets bored on normal Wonderland days, she's probably not the only one willing to take on a fluffy distraction.]

Just this one.

[Don't get any ideas Alistair. She does know her limits.]

I have to be sure.

[And just like that he's grinning happily at her, as cheerful as anything. It's a pity his act went to waste but maybe he can still try?]

But maybe you should get a friend for- [Alistair cuts himself off and raises his hands protectively in front of him as if he's about to be struck, still smiling all the while.] Or you can stick with just the one. That works too.

[Reaching out to pet the newly adopted kitten he offers-] Alistair. Hapless victim in all this. And you?

[One is all she can handle, and even then - this is a woman who kills plants might not be able to manage a goldfish, but cats are independent, right? Isn't that part of the appeal with them? She'll make sure the kitten has what it needs, along with a person who cares about her.]

Emma Swan, new victim in all of this. [Maybe not new to the realm, but the idea of cat ownership? Definitely. If she had just stayed out of the room...] Is there anything I need to know about her? And would you know if there was?

[She's clearly happy with the kitten, holding her close to keep her from having to test her ability to climb, but there are a lot of cats in here. How could they possibly be keeping track of all of them?]

Welcome to the club Emma!

[He's still working on what to call said club - the name is either going to be 'Don't blame me for this' or 'the Grey Pawdens'. As for her questions?]

Probably yes. And no, not a clue. [He manages to sound rather proud of his ignorance on proper cat care, standing there surrounded by scampering kittens who are hopefully staying inside the ballroom and only climbing a few things they shouldn't be.] But it can't be that hard. The old mouser I knew growing up never needed looking after. Except for one time when he got hurt but most days he'd claw anyone who came near him.

[So, by that logic, any cat should be easy enough to look after, even young ones. Hopefully. He can offer-] He liked it when I gave him my ham at dinner. So food's probably a good place to start.

[Isn't he Mr Helpful?]

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mother of god, i'm so sorry for how late this is!

no worries!

<3!

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