entrancelogs | 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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_{[How horribly unjust of you to bring logic into this and point out you're doing Anders a favor by helping him with the cat epidemic. You're sucking the joy out of this, Alistair. Can't just let him mock you, can you.]}

Someone only has two hands! _{[Even he needs help sometimes.]} But, you know, someone also pays his debts and is grateful for the help.

_{[Next time he's overrun by cats, he'll make sure it's not in the small confines of his room. Better for everyone involved--and his carpet.]}

And I'm not against indulging oneself since this place is so kind to offer up treats. My metabolism keeps me slim and trim.

_{[Though in all honesty, Anders hasn't had much opportunity or cause to stuff his face with seconds or thirds at dinnertime. They'd kept an eye on that sort of thing in the Circle--no favoritism or overindulgence allowed. It'd all worked out in the end, he'd say. It'd taught him how to stay disciplined and work with what he has.]}

[Someone also has magic that could help. With a cat-summoning spell or something.]

Ha! [Grateful is that what they're calling it now? He'll remember to mock Anders the next time he's supposed to be being grateful then.] I'm holding you to that.

[The promise to pay his debt that is. He's pretty sure Anders owes him a lot by now. The help cat-wrangling, making him fall into icy water (definitely Anders' fault that one and not a result of Alistair's own actions), offering him a friendly ear after he ran afoul of Wonderland's propensity for bringing in strangers who recognise you. Basically, whenever he cashes in the offer it's going to be for something big.]

You say that but if I have to start rolling you about I'm going to make you practice with me.

[By chasing him about the gardens again doubtless. Although he could do with a sparring partner sometimes...

But they're getting some kind of work out now at least. The stairs are a little more challenging as they make their way down, still worried about dropping the basket. But at least none of their passengers have been able to jump out.]

You do that. I'm a man of my word.

_{[The teasing unlike you, you dirty cheater goes unsaid. If they're keeping score, Anders hasn't forgotten Alistair's propensity to stage underhanded snowball fights.

Which is why he's quite all right with his morning runs and staff exercises without Alistair trying to body check him on his ass, thank you.]}

Thank goodness my waistline is the one thing I can count on.

_{[Anders directs this last comment to his feet as he minds each step he takes downward. With babies on board, the stairs seem extra steep and fraught with peril. For this alone he's doubly glad he has help to balance the weight of their small passengers.]}

Get a good look, kitties, this could conceivably be your home for the next little while...

And I'm not?

[When has he broken a promise? He might have indulged in the odd ambush or the like but he's never once gone back on his word. Or cheated. Sneak attacks are not cheating and he'll defend that position until it becomes inconvenient.

Alistair watches worriedly as a few of the kittens take advantage of the way the basket unavoidably tilts going down to try scrambling up the side onto Anders' back. He's pretty sure the barrier is high enough they won't be able to but just in case one is part frog he's ready to warn his partner-in-cats.]

Do you think they're like us? Kidnapees who'll get sent home one day?

[He kind of hopes so. It's better than the mansion having made a bunch of kittens from nothing. That may be weirder than everything else about Wonderland.]

I don't know, are you?

_{[The best way to answer those sorts of question is to not answer them at all, in Anders' experience, not that he believes Alistair isn't as good as his word when it counts. He hasn't given Anders any reason to think otherwise. Sometimes it's just more fun give someone the runaround.]}

It's strange to think about it, but if they were "born" anywhere, it was here... _{[So Wonderland is home for them, technically.]} If I get a say it in, I'm taking them with me. They might make the Cheshire Cat worry they're gunning for its job.

_{[By the time they pick their way down to the first floor, Anders' arms are protesting the awkward bundle. How come the ballroom can't be like the library and move around to be closer?]}

Almost to the finish line...

Of course I am!

[The sheer affront in his voice should make up for the fact that Anders can't see how utterly insulted he is by that suggestion. Does he not radiate integrity and other good things?]

Hm. Better keep the basket then. [Anders will need something to carry all his new friends home in if he gets the choice.

When they get to the ballroom, Alistair sets his side of the basket down with a sigh of relief. Stretching his arms over his head to relieve the stiffness from being stuck in one position for so long, he looks around the mostly empty room.]

Next time you should just block off part of the hallway upstairs to use. [That wouldn't cause a problem at all.] Right, I'll leave you here to take care of things and go get some supplies?

No need to get defensive. I completely believe you. Just like I believe you about not intending to keep that cat you've stowed away.

_{[The kittens are practically bouncing up and down with pent-up energy by the time they're safely deposited on the ground. Anders tuts at them like a mother hen soothing her flock before looking up at Alistair.]}

The ballroom has lots of space and it's easy to find. This'll work for now. I suppose we'll have to plan for the long run. We'll need food, water, some dishes to hold them in, things to play with... ooh, and cat beds!

_{[Does Alistair need some paper to write this down because this list could get long.]}

Like you can talk.

[If Anders thinks he's fooled Alistair into believing that only one of them is getting a new pet from today then he's wrong. Which is why Alistair is so willing to help out, to make sure he doesn't have an entire colony living just across the hall.]

I'll start with food and water.

[He's pretty sure he can remember the rest without needing a list. They don't need that much. Unless Anders gets Orlesian and decides the cats need to be dressed or accessorized. Pausing at the door to the ballroom to look back and make sure everything is still under control and he's not going to come back to the same mess they started out with, Alistair sets off to get their supplies.

He has a feeling this could be a long day.]

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