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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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[Ah, if looks could kill. He'd never have survived past childhood. But he'd also be feeling very threatened right now.

Alistair smirks as he backs away, hands raised to ward her off.] No, no, I can't! She's imprinted on you, see? It would be cruel to take her away. She'd just start crying and never stop, wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep. You're not going to doom a poor little kitty to a life of misery now are you? How cold can you be?

[ The temperature seems to drop several degrees. ]

Don't be ridiculous. Cats don't imprint.

[If he had better survival instincts he might start running now. As he doesn't he simply stands there grinning proudly like an idiot.]

These are magic cats. How do you know they don't imprint? Are you willing to risk breaking her poor widdle heart?

Oh, it's just a scratch. _{[Anders brushes Alistair's complaint off with a reassuring smile.]} I don't know how magically transfigured cats work--this could be their first time out in the world. They're exploring! Learning their ABCs!

_{[And exploring Alistair's chest with their claws is a part of the learning process! Before he can drop a kitten or one manages to squeeze out of his hold, Anders rushes into his room to deposit them into their temporary pen he'd constructed using the basket they'd appeared in.

By erecting a small barrier along its rim, the cats couldn't easily climb out of the basket without scaling the invisible edge. For the most part, it looks to be working aside from a few bold escape artists who've climbed on top of their fellows and tumbled out again. One of the re-captured kittens bobs up on its hind legs to greet him, crying fiercely for attention, and he stops to stroke its head before returning to Alistair.]}

I've got them, I've got them! Aw, come to Anders, kitties. _{[With a comforting coo, he takes Alistair's bundle into his arms.]} These are a lively bunch.

_{[Anders is pleased so many people seem to be interested in spending time with the cats and helping out with them. Worst case, he'd thought he'd have to figure out what to do with them all by himself--there's only so much a single man can do!

After their video conversation, Anders is prepared for seeing Alphys' appearance up close, but it's still quite a sight to look over his shoulder and witness her sit down among a throng of frolicking cats.]}

That's right.

_{[He slides around to face her, keeping a hold of a cat balanced on his shoulder so that it doesn't topple off in the movement.]}

You... like cats?

_{[He seems to find what she says funny and chuckles.]}

Trust me, they'll let you know if they don't like something. They've got a good set of lungs and an even better set of claws, and they know how to use them.

_{[Bending, he picks up one of the more docile-looking kittens which hangs loosely in his grip without so much as a squeak of complaint. He discreetly checks--it's definitely a girl--before presenting the female to Elizabeth.]}

Try one on for size and see for yourself.

_{[Anders thinks so, too, but then again, he thinks they're all cute beyond measure. Very little in Wonderland has made him relax--he knows that beneath Wonderland exterior, this is a trap meant to bribe them into complacency just like the Circle--but this is one indulgence that hits him right in the softest part of him.

He hadn't been wrong about a cat livening up the place. A bit of time playing with these guys and he can almost forget how nerve-wracking a weekend of jumbled emotions had been.]}

Wishful thinking?

_{[How had this come to be? The easiest answer is that Wonderland must have sensed what he wanted to make him feel most like himself again.]}

It was my own fault, really. I went to retrieve something and wasn't paying attention to what I was thinking.

_{[Oh, thank the Maker. Anders wasn't looking forward to what he'd have to do if the cat tucked itself into a tight space he couldn't reach.]}

He likes you!

_{[It's definitely a "him." And he'd definitely make a good apostate in another life. The little troublemaker doesn't even look winded, unlike Anders who's trying to ignore the fact he's starting to sweat a little under his robes from all this running back and forth.]}

Thanks for the save, ladies. And don't worry, it's nothing like that--this is my doing, not Wonderland's. Uh, saying they're mine might be a stretch, but I may have unwittingly made them... They came out of a closet. My closet, to be exact.

_{[A "whoops" moment if there ever was one. He looks at them both gratefully and a little hopefully.]}

Know anyone looking to adopt a cat?

It's a cat! Do they not have cats on your planet?

_{[He assumes this is Planet Everything Is Green. Even as asks the question in a tone of disbelief, he admits he hasn't seen the likes of Peridot before, either, so in the end they're probably even.

Her vivid imagination earns a note of amusement.]}

Looks to me like he's trying his best to implant feelings of affection in the hopes you'll pet him. He must like the color green.

[ Natasha is still glaring at him, the power of which is diminished somewhat because the cat is still being openly affectionate to her. ]

My bullshit meter is going off. I wonder why.

[Alphys smiles as a cat climbs it's way onto her knee, tripping into the space where her lab coat is stretched over her legs. It catches like a hammock and the kitten circles around, messing with the empty space. Meanwhile, she can feel another trying to conquer her tail. They're not biting or clawing at her yet, so she'll let them stay. No harm no foul after all. Still, she musters her best friendly smile at Anders when he turns, gently patting the one sitting on her coat.]

Y-Yeah! I uhm, h-had a friend who was a cat, a-actually. She had, r-really wanted a pet cat too... or, w-well, I think she had wanted to b-be a pet cat? Maybe b-both. But I've never, uhm, h-had a cat like this, before. There, uh, w-weren't any, where I used to live.

[Not many house cats underneath a mountain, after all.]

How can you say that? Just look at her! She loves you already. [And isn't just a kitten looking for any affection, oh no.] Isn't that magical enough?

[He can lay it on thicker if that would help convince her.]

[ Because no one can resist a tiny face with big blue eyes, Adaline comes into the ballroom not too long after their conversation on the network. ]

...This is a lot of kittens. [ ok she'd said that before but this is seriously out of control. ]

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.]

[Tiny scratches hurt the worst of all, how can Anders not appreciate that fact?]

They could learn with less scratching.

[But if Anders refuses to appreciate his plight then at least he is willing to let Alistair chase after the ones making a run for it without a squirming armful. Passing his charges off he darts off after the runaway, coming back a minute later with a cat in each hand.]

He ran into a friend out in the hall. Lucky for me no one's door was open. [Otherwise he would have had to sneak into someone's room to retrieve them and knowing his usual luck? That wouldn't have gone down well.

Carrying them over to the basket he puts them back in with the others. Hesitating only a moment, Alistair scoops up the loudest one and wanders back over to Anders with it cradled against his chest, mewling all the while.]

What are you going to do if no one else wants one?

[Because he's pretty sure the answer is 'keep them' and that means there's going to be a room full of cats living right across from him. And given how this day has gone so far? He's not sure he can handle that.]

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.]

[ anders, you've got to be kitten me.

elena is being played. she knows she is being played. at the same time, the adorable little cat all up in her grill is, well, adorable. its paw is smushing her cheek, like it wants to play, play, play. she can't help how quickly she gets attached to people and apparently cats, okay. it's a problem. ]

I'd known the closets could provide a pet. I didn't realize it could provide so many at once.

[ was anders dreaming of a cat-filled clearing?

(and okay, maybe she's secretly wondering if billy or peter would like a cat. maybe clarke?) ]

[ He ends up with one kitten tucked in the crook of his neck and shoulder, whiskers brushing against his cheek. They relax him immediately. Animals do that, right? That's why sometimes veterans get animals to help them recover. He could certainly use one. ]

Damn, if this is the result, I need to start being less focussed when I get stuff out of it.

_{[Watching Alphys interact with the cats without openly letting on he's watching, he reaches out to pet whichever of the ones milling around him is demanding attention the loudest. These are a jealous bunch--whenever one gets a head rub, another will get in the way to press itself against his hand.

What hard heart couldn't love these creatures? Apparently even a breed of monster is enthralled by their company. Score one for cats!]}

You had a friend who was a cat who wanted a pet cat? _{[He wrinkles his brow questioningly.]} Can cats keep other cats as pets?

_{[Is that slavery if it's a cat doing it to another cat? That seems like just the sort of moral grey area Justice would get in a tiff about.]}

And what do you think now? Makes you sorry you've missed out on them until now, right?

We do not. [she sounds offended by the implication that they'd keep such violent, disturbing little creatures on Homeworld.

Her offense only grows as she continues to try to escape the kitten.]

It can't just attack me and then decide it deserves my attention! [Said Peridot, who definitely believes that to be true of herself. Because she's secretly a cat in every way that counts.]

[She's extra careful as she takes the kitten from him nonetheless, now as wary about getting scratched as she is of hurting it.]

Hello, there. Aren't you wonderful? Yes, you are.

[She catches herself, feeling mildly embarrassed by her cooing tone.]

I don't have much experience with animals. Or any, really.

_{["Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly. Of course, in this case, the parlour happens to be a ballroom full of cats and the spider a mage patiently entertaining them with a series of toys, but the metaphor still stands. Adaline has come to meet her doom at the hands of small, furry animals.

Anders looks up from waving around a stick with a bright purple cat tail toy hanging from its end. One cat takes advantage of his pause to bite it and roll onto the floor to start trying to thrash it out of Anders' grip.]}

You're telling me!

_{[Anders' relaxed smile says he's enjoying the chaos, however.]}

Welcome to our temporary cat sanctuary.

I'm just glad I don't think anyone rooming nearby has a dog. A big dog, Carver's not withstanding. I'd hate to see the scratches one would walk away with if it thought these guys were easy prey. We have enough for a battalion.

_{[A battalion with the power to melt hearts. The bawling kitten seems somewhat appeased at being the focus of someone's attention, and looks over at Anders with its large, bright eyes.

Anders already knows the answer. As if reading Alistair's mind, he doesn't hesitate to say:]}

Keep them. _{[He shrugs like it's a burden he's resigned himself to.]} I don't have much of a choice, someone has to. I'm hoping there are others who'll appreciate the chance to have a pet. How about it? You could keep the one you have--it'd make a great guard cat. Meow if something snuck into your room.

_{[A chuckle.]}

Let's not get too crazy. It's a power that could be easily abused.

_{[Says the hypocrite who'd just used it to fill the mansion with cats and is now contentedly rubbing one said cat under the chin.]}

But you're more than welcome to reap the benefits of this particular misfire.

[She thinks about it for a second, realizes she doesn't have an answer.]

I d-don't know, exactly? Then again, I'm not sure if, uh, c-cat monsters are the same as cats? Or, uh, c-cat type monsters. It's sort of l-like, how human b-bones and skeleton bones are, uh, similar, but different? I'm not sure I'm e-explaining this correctly.

[Just then, one of the kittens pounces on the end of her tail- she was moving it, slightly, in thought. She lets out a small yelp, shifting back to pull the offending kitten off of her, placing it slightly away.]

But, they're adorable! I m-mean, I saw them in movies and, t-tv shows, but t-they're so fluffy! I d-don't think I could, uh, k-keep up with this many for a long, uh, t-time though.

[Even now, she's trying to make sure the few clustering around her aren't hunting her tail again.]

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