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

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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:

<sub>[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.)</sub>

Comments

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_{[The irony of this moment isn't lost on him. Most humans wouldn't be this vehement about it, and they're supposed to be the evolutionary good guys.]}

What kind of things do you eat underground? I can't imagine there are many options if you don't travel to the surface...

_{[Not that he's advocating for a diet of bats or nugs or whatever her people consider a healthy, balanced meal in her world. He runs the backs of his fingers along the ruff of a kitten's chest as if to reassure it it won't become a pint-sized snack on his watch.]}

Probably for the best. Their tails are stringy and you wouldn't want cat fur in your teeth.

[sciencelizard]

We just, uhm, e-eat food? I mean, it's also made of m-magic, so it converts directly to energy, b-but... it tastes and looks like h-human food, apparently. Humans are a-able to eat it just fine, and we can eat h-human food, too.

[Some monsters eat more solid things; she knows Asgore kept trying to make snail pie, and said Toriel did as well. But most food was just magic.]

Y-Yeah, though, I can't, uhm, imagine they'd taste very good, anyway. But, uh, I s-should probably, uhm, escape while I c-can. And I don't wanna hold up t-too much more of your time. But uhm... t-thank you, for, uh, t-talking to me.

[circlejerked]

You live in an interesting world. Remind me to check the label on the next jar of pickles I open.

_{[Magic pickles sound like they'd be a bitch on the digestion, no matter what Alphys says. But consider his fears allayed if magic closet cats don't qualify to be a part of the magic buffet.]}

I'm always up for a good chat. _{[It really depends on if other people are happy to talk to him. It's hit or miss.]} It was a fair trade for you coming down and keeping some of these rascals amused for a time. I hope it was worth it. And if you run into troubles with your new friend there, I'm only a call away.

[sciencelizard]

[She can't help but giggle at that, standing up gently and trying to de-tangle herself from the other kittens surrounding her. The tiny calico she's picked rolls around in her coat pocket, poking her head out the top and letting out a mighty mewl.]

O-Of course! I mean, uhm, it was n-nice talking to you too. I promise, I'll take g-good care of her.

[Alphys reaches down, lightly scratching her new kitten on the head.]

T-Thank you! And, uhm, I'll t-talk to you later!