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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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Trash talk is it? _{[Excuse you, young man, don't underestimate the beanpoles of the world.]} I'm not the one being tyrannized by kittens.

_{[Challenge accepted. Anders takes his end and heaves it up. It should be fine between the two of them provided they don't capsize it and undo all of their work. Some of the kittens seem to sense the shift in motion and perk their ears up, meowing inquisitively.]}

Like what, for example? Stuffed cats? Now that would be disturbing.

_{[Just to prove no basket of cats is too heavy for a mage, Anders takes the lead and starts them down the hallway.]}

Sounds like it'd make a fine edition to any bestiary. I'd be the first person in line to read your final report.

_{[Better get cracking, Alphys. Anders smiles with an almost ominous amount of good cheer. No one can escape the cuteness of cats, no one.]}

Looks like it's decided. Might as well get comfortable.

_{[He wonders what she's about to show him that could be worth life in prison. People generally don't lock others away because they happen to be exceptionally skilled at line dancing or painting landscapes.

What she does do is beyond even Anders' wildest expectations. Whoa. Is that...? What is that? Is that a portal?]}

Er, what am I looking at? I mean--dogs, obviously, but the rest...

_{[No... Yes, maybe. But only for the briefest of seconds. He's pleading the fifth on this one.]}

You know how it is when you first wake up--your thoughts wander to lots of places. Someone really needs to tell whoever controls this magic that it's rude to read a person's thoughts. Things like this happen.

_{[With a smile, he adjusts his hold on the cats tucked against him.]}

Not to worry, my second wish was for kitty litter. We'll have to see how well Wonderland trains its magical constructs before it spits them out.

He'll get the hang of it, all it takes is some practice.

_{[And the cats are set to get plenty of that, running amok like this. Anders looks around them at the various breeds investigating the toys and equipment scattered around the ballroom.]}

I suppose in a sense I'll have to keep all of them. Unless there are a few people who'd like to take one home.

_{[Does that sound like an invitation? It definitely sounds like an invitation.]}

[OK, if he's going to continue - and he's definitely going to continue because he hasn't been told to stop yet - he needs to get her a box or a basket or something. Otherwise it's going to start raining kittens around her and one of them might get hurt.

Holding up a finger to indicate she should wait he trots over to where a suitable box sits. It had contained food bowls and cat toys before but now it contains a couple - or maybe more, it's hard to tell - of cats which suits him just fine. Bringing it carefully over he sets it by Selina's side and nods at it.] There we go. You can carry them all home in that.

[Mission accomplished, he pets one of the cats he'd piled in her arms to soothe it and asks curiously-] What's an RPG?

[It sounds weird and they way she says it he's guessing it's not a good thing. Whereas what he'd had in mind was definitely a good thing - naming a cat after an actual queen is a compliment. So her tastes are just suspect. Especially with her name suggestions. Ridiculously normal is accurate.]

That's boring. And ridiculous. You can't call a cat Pete. [But he's pretty sure that was a joke and her taste isn't really that bad so he grins despite his best attempt to look disapproving.] That's as bad as calling one Whiskers. Or, or Kitty.

[Especially as the last cat he'd seen named Kitty had really been a demon.]

Hhuh. [she looks up and is greeted to the kitten patting her visor above her gem and meowing plaintively. want the shiny, green lady. want it.

it found her vital weak point. oh no.] ...Hngh. [she plucks it out of her hair with a panicked expression.] Well, I can't leave it here, now that it's probably capable of tracking me wherever I go. I have to keep it where I can see it.

[ The raised finger confuses her, and she squints after him as he hurries off. It definitely seems like he's up to something. She's only proven correct, of course, when Alistair brings a box back and she's stuck just kind of watching him set it down beside her.

And there are more cats in it.

Obviously she ~~has a problem~~ can't turn them away. Now that they've been handed off to her, she can't say no and leave them homeless. The plan had been to stop at five, but now it looks as though she's at eight. ]

...Okay, but I really can't take any more than this. [ THE LINE HAS BEEN DRAWN. ]

An RPG is like, this thing that nerds play. Stands for "role-playing game." Basically you make up some character and "play" as them while going on some made up journey or quest, or whatever. [ How does he actually not know what an RPG is though, when he's making up names like that? Selina gives him a Look while he pets one of the kittens in her arms, as though she doesn't believe he doesn't really not know. ] It's pretty lame though, since it only involves sitting around a table and talking about what the characters are doing.

[ But okay, the name thing still has her amused. Giving a quiet snort of laughter, she tilts her head to one side and, if it weren't for the arms full of so many kittens, she'd have her hands on her hips. ]

I could. You couldn't stop me from calling one Pete. [ You're not the boss of her!!! ] I think it's a little better than Kitty. At least Pete is an actual name instead of the thing it literally is, and it's less cliché than something like Mittens or Socks.

[Anders please. He has armour that weighs more than you.]

Being scratched up doesn't mean I'm not stronger than you. It just means they're sharp!

[And he doesn't wear that heavy armour when facing down soft fluffy animals. Just because none of them took a dislike to the other man, doesn't mean he gets to laugh at Alistair's misfortune. Or it does but he gets to whine about it too.

Following Anders down the hallway, it's a bit of a challenge keeping the basket steady as several of the kittens investigate what's going on and why their home is moving. Alistair's not going to complain about it after his earlier dig though.]

What about a flood of miniature golem dolls? That wouldn't be bad.

[She giggles a bit before squinting at the contented kitten, and then moving in her other hand to scoop it off her lap and gently place it in her lab coat pocket. It mewls a little bit from the disturbance, before settling in happily, head disappearing but tail hanging out the side. Anders can see it's little paws prodding at Alphys' breast as it kneads around to get comfortable.]

W-Well, uh... if you're still, uhm, trying to find homes for these, I g-guess I've been chosen, or s-something! Or, uh, I d-don't think she wants to leave.

[Really? She's done already? Well. Eight is a decent number and will cause more than enough trouble for one person. He'll accept that answer. Grudgingly.]

Fine, fine. [At least they have all the space they need to ensure a litter of kittens can run around and get into trouble as much as they like. What with the mansion changing their rooms to suit them. And she won't have to worry about being able to feed them all so he doesn't feel that bad about getting her to take so many. It's not like she couldn't have said no sooner if it were really a problem.]

Like telling a story? [That's what this RPG thing sounds like. Which he does get, thanks, but Selina can't blame him for not knowing what she's talking about when she doesn't just say it plainly. Unless she means-] Or a boring way to play pretend?

[Which just to clarify, he doesn't do any more. He did when he was a boy but who doesn't run around in the mud playing Rebels and Orlesians as a child? Or Wardens and Darkspawn. Though why it needs a fancy name and what it has to do with his suggestions for cat names is a bit beyond him. His suggestions which are still better than anything she's come up with by the way.]

I could too. That would be cruel so I'd have to rescue him from his cruel owner and give him a better name. [It would be for the cat's own good. And is a very serious matter so he's definitely not fighting to keep from smiling as he frowns down at her disapprovingly.] Even Mittens is better than Pete. That's just a terrible name for a cat. You may as well just give them numbers if you're going to be that boring.

Edited 2016-05-21 11:31 (UTC)

It's another Wonderland.

[She lets the tear hang there for another moment, then slowly draws it closed again, as though she were pulling shut a pair of curtains over the fabric of reality. She looks a little drained, finding that it's far harder work to open the portals here than it was in Columbia.]

There are infinite worlds out there, each with greater or lesser differences to the one we're in. I can tap into them, open up a way to them.

I don't know, I'm not good with names.

[She's never had to name anything. Henry's probably lucky he ended up with Regina, she's not sure what kind of name he'd have gotten stuck with if it had been left up to her. He's the one who decides the codename of every mission they fall into, because things like Operation Pumpkin just don't sound half as good as Operation Cobra. If she's going to ask anyone for help, it's probably going to be her son.]

My son's a little better at that kind of thing, I'll probably ask him for advice. Why, any suggestions?

[If there's something they've already been calling her, Emma will probably go with it. As long as it's not something that's likely to get her confused with every other cat in the place, she's not opposed to keeping an existing name.]

You think the wardrobes will spit out something she can climb?

[You know, other than Emma.]

_{[This looks like true love between rock and cat if he's ever seen it.]}

I think it's saying it agrees.

_{[Or it needs to pee, or it's just poking at her for the sake of poking at her. Either/or. He doesn't bother letting her know that kittens probably aren't so nefarious as to be able to hunt her down like homing pigeons.]}

Good idea. Best not to fight the bonding process or you'll hurt its feelings. Since you haven't cared for one before, I could show you the basics if you like. For the most part they take care of themselves so long as they're fed and watered.

No, but not running about in a panic does.

_{[He, along with everybody else on the network, has visual proof if Alistair needs reminding he'd lost the fight against the cat in his shirt. Cat: 1, Alistair: 0.]}

Golem dolls? _{[Just what goes through your head, Alistair? Anders would be interested to know.]} Seems like an odd choice.

_{[Regular-sized golems are fairly creepy as is with their empty eyes.]}

Just to be clear... you don't eat cats or anything, do you?

_{[It's a valid question, he feels. One can't be too careful about these things. If he lets one cat-eating creature walk out with one, then all of them will want a bite-sized snack.

He probably should have asked before she sat down and started playing with them, but it's a perfunctory question. It'd be bad form not to at least ask, right?]}

_{[Oh, that's... oh.

He stares unabashedly at this "other Wonderland" until she whisks the opening closed, and even then cranes his head to either side, looking around her as if trying to find hidden seams in the air or a second glimpse into Puppy Land.]}

Wait, you mean you've been able to do this all along? Why are you still here?

Let me think about it. I can come up with something. But I guess if your son is here too...?

[He may be the better option for naming the cat. Alistair has fantastic taste in names, just ask him, but they're not always to everyone's tastes. His own cat has been dubbed Purrlock, a joke only those familiar with the darkspawn will get, but he thinks it's clever which is all that matters. But coming up with a name for Emma's aspiring mountaineer requires some thought. The cat is going to have to live with whatever name she gets the rest of her life so it has to be a good one.

As for supplies, that at least he can answer easily.]

I don't see why not. [They can make just about everything else it seems.] But she seems pretty happy with what she's got. [And she's not hurting Emma so why spoil her fun?] You could just let her ride your shoulder all day, it'd be great.

[What harm could possibly come of letting a kitten ride her about all day?]

Oh shut up.

[He could still take Anders in a fight! A magic free fight. That doesn't involve snow. He might win that. Maybe.... He'd win an arm wrestling match OK?]

It's not that strange. I could have said stuffed nugs.

[Anders you have no idea how creepy golems can be until you've learned that one of them watches you sleep all night. And thinks about crushing your skull while it does.]

[ the furball is still curled up against elena's chest, yawning adorably. ]

What do we really know about the magic closets, though? I don't know if anyone really controls the magic behind it, but can we really trust anything that comes out of it? [ not that she's saying these kitties can read their minds and will ultimately attempt a hostile takeover as their overlords, but ... ]

Yeah, I don't foresee that becoming a problem at all.

[No shredding the sweaters, no claws in her shoulder, no growing cat to worry about? Great plan. Perfect plan. All of this is obviously going to work out well.

She has to wonder if the kitten is going to grow into a cat here, too. Henry says no one's aged. Does that apply to animals or is it strictly people? Perma-kitten might be a possibility, and if it is, it's one she'd like to be ready for. She knows Lucky has been the same size the entire time she's known him, but was he smaller when Henry got him? Emma doesn't have the memory of that to know for sure. Maybe it's something she should ask him.]

I'll figure it out. But if you think of a name, feel free to send it my way. I'll run it by Henry.

[ The kid gets the final say. He's never steered her wrong.]

... I think I can figure it out. I understand the basic functions of organic lifeforms, even if they're inconvenient and disgusting.

[or not and Dipper will have to help her, but for the most part she's only accepting this animal into her life because otherwise it might murder her in her sleep. she looks down at the adorable-yet-potentially-deadly creature in her arms and gives it a warning look.] Let's go, clod.

[ bonnie's comment is a bit of a mumble as she juggles the small furry scratchy beasts-- ]

We know not to daydream inside one now...

[ Adaline gives him a loooook, but how can she not lean down and pick up the one closest to her, that's rubbing her ankle? She's must. ]

I'm sure you won't have a problem finding several someones.

Edited 2016-05-24 01:06 (UTC)

Your mouser would be ashamed if he could see you now. Ashamed. Stay out of the kitten pile if you can't take the claws.

_{[Did someone say "shut up?" He heard "keep going with a loud and dramatic flourish."

It's a good thing Alistair's in no position to come out from around the other side of the basket and challenge him to an arm wrestling competition right now; Anders is safe from those bulging biceps for the time being.]}

And now we're back to disturbing. _{[Someone's been talking to that woman with the accent and the nug fetish, clearly.]} Why not a flood of a hundred caramel chocolates or something? Everyone loves those.

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