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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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[There are cats. Wow, they really weren't lying. That is a lot of cats. And they are all fucking adorable.

Wash walks into the ballroom staring around him with the kind of awe usually reserved for armour upgrades, and carefully steps through the mass of them towards the man sitting bang in the middle.

He has never seen so many cats in his life. This is awesome.]

Hey uh... you said you were giving away cats.

_{[Wash's wonderment is shared by Anders, who's currently engaged in throwing a toy with streamers hanging from the end. Watching half a dozen kittens go stumbling after it with tails jutting in the air is just about the best thing he's seen all year. Baby darkspawn descending on a kill just doesn't have the same appeal.

He looks up at the voice, and so does the orange tabby sitting on his leg.]}]

I did! And here you are.

_{[And here they are. Wash can see for himself there's quite the selection.]}

They're free for the adopting! _{[His gaze drifts down to his lap buddy.]} Well, except maybe this one. I'm growing a little partial to him.

_{[Understatement. There's a disproportionate amount of orange tabbies in the mix thanks to Anders' fondness for good old Mr. Wiggums and Ser Pounce-a-lot.]}

[Oh no, they are so cute. He watches them stumbling across the floor. They look barely old enough to be left alone by their mother, although who knows how that works in Wonderland?]

He is very cute.

[He sits down and holds out his hands, waiting for the kittens to approach him. They do so eagerly and he soon has a couple of kittens curls up on his lap, and one trying to climb onto his shoulder.]

So, how did you end up with this many cats?

_{[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.

[ 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.

_{[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.

I think i will. i've wanted a cat for ages. Haven't been able to have one since I enlisted.

There's no time like the present!

_{[Though the kittens sell themselves, eager to climb over legs and rub against hands. One is adamant about dragging a stuffed toy the same size as itself across the floor only to drop it front of them and roll over it, looking at them expectantly.

Whether it wants praise or something else is one of many mysteries of the feline language.]}

Were you enlisted as a soldier?

Especially when we're stuck in a place that likes to fuck with our heads.

[It's only sort of joking. And well, it isn't as though time actually matters here.]

Yeah. As soon as I was old enough to join up.

_{[Not Anders' first choice of words, but it's accurate.]}

Well put! Eloquence is your strong suit. _{[The corner of his mouth twitches in a smile.]} Something like that, yes. Every little bit of normalcy helps.

_{[Granted, having to find homes for the spontaneous litter of kittens that had appeared in his room with little to no warning isn't exactly normal, but who's counting? There's enough bad in the world, especially this one. They could use some good to balance it out.]}

I don't suppose they approved of owning pets? The higher ups aren't fans in my world, either. If you ask me, having a cat around would make facing certain death on a daily basis more fun.

[Wash snorts. He is hardly eloquent.]

Eh, they're never that fond of taking animals on starships. And they'd have to develop tiny little cryo chambers for them. [Otherwise the cats would be so much older by the end of the trip.]

Starships?

_{[Anders' attention snags on that comment, and he looks up from rubbing a kitten's head.]}

Would that have anything to do with a spaceship?

_{[Because he might actually have a vague inclination of what the man is talking about if so, all thanks to making the acquaintance of a particular serious-minded, space-born girl. Cryo chambers are still foreign terminology, but Anders takes wins where he can. Baby steps.]}

Same thing, pretty much. Just another name.

[He's a little relieved that the man knows. Reactions to technology have been interesting at times.]

I've spent most of the last couple of years on one.

Ahh, more of you space people! You're not the first I've met to mention travelling up in space.

_{[A knowing smile blooms across Anders' face. He's proud of himself for having even that small frame of reference to go by. Wonderland's been baffling since day one; it's nice to finally have a inkling about something. Even something not related to Wonderland, per se.

And this space traveller is a space soldier, apparently. Who would've thought?]}

No wonder you were eager to see these guys. What made you decide to abandon solid ground and all the four-legged mammals of the world to gallivant around the stars?

Well, that makes some things easier.

[Doesn't need to explain quiet as much then, and the man looks so happy about knowing something. Wash smiles back.]

It was the best way to get off the pit of a planet I grew up on. And there's a war going on. I wanted to do my part.

Must be a horrifying planet if you can't even bear to be on it.

_{[Is it a planet where all the cats are hairless and templars rule the world? Shudder.]}

I wouldn't say horrifying. Just... a dead end. Nowhere to go. Nothing really yo aspire to. I couldn't live there.

...and it's gone now anyway. Moot point.

There wasn't even one good thing about it? Did the women all have beards?

_{[Because that is hell on Earth, no two ways around it.

A cat scrabbles by in pursuit of a small ball. It comes to a stop against his leg, and Anders takes his attention off of the ones crawling over him to throw it past Wash. Being the master of ceremonies for this many cats is hard work.]}

Gone where? Gone kaput?

_{[Is this another "end of the world" stories? What is it with you space cadets and your apocalypses?]}

[Wash snorts and shakes his head.]

Nothing that bad. I just didn't want to get stuck there. Wanted to see the universe.

...it got glassed. The whole system did. [And he probably has no idea what that is.] The Covenant. They fire a plasma beam. It turns most of the surface into glass.

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