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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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I. Fourth Floor

_{[The cat rodeo has come to the fourth floor and the main event is literal cat herding. Ever tried to keep track of a bunch of small animals after they've spilled out of your closet like packing peanuts? It's harder than it looks!

Reinforcements had arrived in the form of Alistair (banging on someone's door and shoving cats in their face is a good way to get them involved in your problems), but it's still a trial to keep the kittens in one place for any length of time. Anyone in the vicinity might have an energetic kitten scamper across their path, or see Anders himself trying to catch them or coax them to him with a "here, kitty-kitty."]}

II. Ballroom

_{[Anders is, simply put, in heaven.

Once the cats have been rounded up, that means it's time to play with them. All of them. As many as he can, anyway. And they're all so cute, every single one! Dotingly, he scoops food into dishes, rolls balls across the floor, gently pries tiny claws out of his clothing when they get stuck, and can usually be found sitting on the floor, letting the kittens crawl all over him.

Most of the charges he'd been holding in the video have returned to the general population, but he keeps one of them--an orange tabby--close to him, which he lavishes an extra amount of affection on. After a while, it stretches out sleepily in the crook of his arm, having accepted its fate with all the dignity of a spoiled prince knowing it's been singled out.]}

Who's a good kitty?

_{[Stage whisper:]}

You. You are.

_{[He taps the tabby on the nose and its eyes flicker open to look at him. His heart melts a little more. When he's absolutely, positively sure no one's watching, Anders leans in to kiss its head and when he it mews, he knows he's in cat-love. He's no Ser Pounce-a-lot, but he's stolen Anders' heart all the same.]}

Edited 2016-04-04 12:19 (UTC)

[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.

[Elizabeth almost trips over a cream coloured kitten as she enters the ballroom, gripping onto the doorknob to steady herself before the delight breaks over her face at so many tiny, adorable balls of fluff.]

Oh, they're so precious!

[Peridot hears a ruckus coming from the ballroom and naturally she is forced to see what it is, due to a combination of curiosity and a need to yell at someone for interfering with her daily "argue with the mirrors to see if anything happens."

what happens when she opens the door is a tiny little ball of fur rushes at her legs in a desperate vie for freedom. She screams.]

What is that- OW! Get your sharp little touch-stumps off me, you- [she flails wildly and ends up on her back while the kitten kneads its claws into her leg and hisses at her.]

[ wonderland's latest event put the girls through the wringer in different ways. but that's okay! if the mystic falls scooby gang is good at anything, it's moving past brutal events with relative ease—arguably to their own detriment. elena feels emotionally hungover, but you wouldn't be able to tell unless you're really looking. little miss on a mission is all purpose and drive as she and bonnie explore the fourth floor. the youth center is there, and they have ideas.

these ideas might have to wait. the most adorable kitten has moseyed over to bonnie and elena, playing with their shoe laces. heart immediately melting.

elena gingerly picks up the fluff ball, cradling it to her chest. ] Hey. Where did you come... [ her voice trails off as she looks ahead. it's like they're multiplying. kittens. kittens everywhere. is oprah hiding behind one of these doors? ] Uh. Bonnie? [ please tell her you see them, too. ]

A - Literally herding cats

[Inevitably during the trip downstairs several of their charges try and make a break for it. And with as many as there are even the best Wardens can lose track of a cat or two. Alistair has taken the job of rounding up a few escapees, wandering the halls between the fourth floor and the first, discreetly peering into open doors and calling out-] Here Purrlock, come on, where are you?

[In his arms he's carrying two more would-be apost-cats which squirm and mewl, trying to reach sweet freedom once again. With a sigh he lifts up one in each hand and gives them a stern look.]

If you two aren't going to help me find Purrlock there will be no more sightseeing. You can go back to Anders and stay there, got it?

[The lecture seems to go over its targets heads as the pair continue to cry out for freedom. Some cats don't know how good they've got it.]

B - Free to home. Any home will do.

[This is so not how Alistair envisioned spending his day when he woke up this morning.

There's a hole in his shirt that's getting steadily larger, he's pretty sure he's still bleeding from the claw marks on his chest and he's spent who knows how long chasing kittens around and ferrying them down to the ballroom. There's been plenty of whining from him every step of the way as everyone from the fourth floor down can attest. And yet he really doesn't appear all that put out once the lot of them are corralled in the ballroom.

Watching the multitude of cats scamper about he occupies himself running back and forth after them, capturing any attempting to escape the room or rescuing ones that get themselves in trouble. He always has at least one keeping him company as he wanders about, cradled in the crook of one arm, draped over his shoulder or, occasionally, peeking out of the hole in his shirt.

More importantly, as soon as he spots anyone in the ballroom without a cat on them he immediately makes his way over to give them one. This is not a negotiable transaction. These cats need homes or there's going to be just a room full of them across the hall from him and even kittens can cause trouble in numbers.

Coming up to one such cat-less person, he deposits a squirming body on them.]

Here you go! I think she likes you.

[Or isn't immediately running away. Good enough.]

[ bonnie's eyes pop wide, precipitating the squeal that builds from her chest. no chill bonnie? who's that? ]

Oh no!

[ the words are ones that usually mean bad things but the way bonnie's voice lilts upward (combined with the fact that she's rushing toward them) probably explains that this is anything but bad to her. she drops to her knees, and tries to corral them as they come in. ]

Where do you belong?

[ ...someone tell her that cats don't understand english? ]

How did you drag me into this again? I think I'm still bleeding!

[Alistair tugs at his torn shirt, which rips a little further in protest, trying to peer down it around the cats in his arms. It's.... not very successful and he gives up after a minute, turning his attention back to their charges. And his complaining. Which doesn't stop him letting one of the kittens chew on his fingers and another bat energetically at his face when he bends down too far.]

Why did I let you drag me into this? I should have just- [Whatever he should have done the world will never know as he spots another escape in progress. With a panicked look down at his armful and back to the rapidly disappearing cat tail he turns back to Anders.] Quick, take these before he gets away!

( Look, this is all a misunderstanding. Emma didn't come down here in search of a cat. She saw the feed and heard the meowing and figured maybe the could use a hand, that's all. Henry has a dog and everyone knows those are two animals that don't get along. She can't do it. Adding a cat to their existing problems in Wonderland just doesn't work. And unfortunately for Alistair, handing her a kitten and walking away isn't going to guarantee this one a home.) Actually I can't -

( But then the kitten brushes her paw against Emma's hand when she goes to set her down, and she makes the mistake of looking down at the crying kitten who must have something against going back down on the floor with the rest of them. ) Don't look at me like that.

( That's to the cat, not to Alistair. All of her attention is on the wiggly furball currently attempting to climb her shirt. Crap. )

Convincing aren't they?

[He's pretty happy about any sign of weakness in the face of sad kitties. Whatever that can't that came before was about it has no bearing on his plan to try and force a kitten on the woman. Look, it's trying to climb her, it's meant to be.

Wiping the grin off his face he puts on his best, most woebegone expression and whines plaintively at her.]

I told you she likes you. And she needs a home. You're not going to leave a poor little kitty all alone with nowhere to call home are you? What will she do? Where will she sleep?

[Truthfully he has no doubt that Anders will take any that aren't adopted back with him to keep. Across the hall from Alistair himself. And sooner or later that is going to spill over to him somehow, he's sure. So she has to contribute to keeping Alistair's future from being drowned in cats and kitty litter.]

[ She'd heard the word "kittens", okay? So she's here. What do you expect? Her freaking nickname is Cat, so sue her if she's got a ridiculous soft spot for cats! Not that she's defensive about it or anything because it totally doesn't ruin her generally more "tough" outer image that she likes to portray.

Once a cat's been dropped into her arms, Selina's gaze naturally goes up to see just who set it there. And she recognizes that face from her first broadcast after getting to Wonderland.

Oh. This guy. ]

Having some problems?

[ She smirks up at him, though the expression softens as she glances back down to the kitten now in her arms, shifting them into a more comfortable, safer position. Once the feline is unlikely to escape--yeah, she'll keep it. She'll always look after strays--her eyes dart back up to Alistair. ]

What the hell happened? How did you end up with this many kittens?

[Alphys pokes in quietly, trying to step softly and not cause a lot of noise, but she's mobbed upon entry and ends up squeaking a bit in trying to keep the door closed without trampling any. Eventually she just sort of gives up trying to get through the hoard, and sits down about halfway from the door to where Anders is sitting, letting them climb all over her lap.]

Uh... h-hey! You're, uhm, the one g-giving the cats away, right?

_{[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.]}

_{[Aha, another resident looking for a companion, perchance?]}

And as healthy and happy as any kittens I've ever seen! You could almost be fooled into thinking they're from a normal litter--an exceptionally large one.

_{[Anders comes over to greet Elizabeth and coax the curious adventurers amidst the group away from the door before they can escape between her feet.]}

What do you say, you want to hold some, don't you?

What's the problem?

_{[Whoever's screaming is ruining his blissful kitty-induced zen. Anders has no choice but to see what's going on. If the kittens are ignoring the litter he'd carried over and doing their business on people's shoes, they're going to get a talking to. Chastising your cats in a baby-talk voice counts as disciplining, right?

But there's no yellow messes to mop up, as he finds. Unless one counts Peridot herself, a beacon of eye-shocking yellow and green color.]}

Break it up, you two, let's keep things clean.

_{[He's not entirely sure what Peridot is, exactly, but she seems vaguely female and distressed, which prompts a gentlemanly urge to step in with a friendly joke. He bends to help her, waving the kitten off.]}

You all right?

_{[Anders is beginning to realize the obedient, well-behaved Ser Pounce-a-lot has spoiled him. Getting the attention of multiple cats that want nothing more than to climb the furniture and tussle with one another is an entirely different kind of challenge.]}

Here, here, here, kitty, come here! I have some treats for you! I have a whole treat just for you!

_{[A kitten hotfoots it out of a room, barrelling off for parts unknown with Anders' in pursuit, cajoling, and whistling, and doing everything short of casting a barrier spell to stop it. (Someone should also probably tell him cats don't speak the lingo.)

Trying to snag a kitten one-handed while hugging an armful of others to your chest is another kind of challenge he hadn't been prepared for when he'd woken up this morning. He's never played a goldfish scooping carnival game, but if he had, he'd probably suck at it because the kitten evades an attempt to snatch it up and bounds in the girls' direction.]}

Runaway cat! Would someone mind?

[Alistair pauses after unloading the kitten onto her, trying to remember where he's seen her before. It takes a moment to click but when it does he can't help frowning, a little irritated and a little embarrassed. It's a lot more obvious how young she is when they're face-to-face and he can admit the argument they had was kind of dumb. But she was just as involved in it as he was so it's not entirely his fault. And look, he just gave her a pet. That's like apologising. Only better.

Folding his arms defensively, Alistair shakes his head.] Nope. No problems. Everything's under control.

[Except for the multitude of cats running around the ballroom and the giant hole in his shirt and the scratches he has all up his arms. But it's totally fine.]

Blame him. [He jerks a thumb in Anders' direction where the mage is communing with the cats or something.] I got dragged in when they were already here. It's not my fault.

[Just to make it abundantly clear. He's not getting blamed for this.]

Is it all right? They look so fragile, I don't want to hurt them by accident.

[She's never been up close to animals like this before, though a four-legged companion of her own is something she's long wished for.]

[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?

[ in spite of the heaviness that clings to her like residue, elena smiles in earnest at bonnie's reaction. it's a simple thing, and that's why it means so much. they were born in a wretched world, and they find themselves in a wretched wonderland: but there are still kittens.

what else is a girl to do, but kneel down next to her best friend in an attempt to corral as many of them as possible? one of those kittens, in fact, is the runaway cat. elena is able to scoop the runaway off the floor before it can stray too far. it's currently trying to climb to the top of her head. ]

I got him! [ or her? it's hard to say at this point. elena's gaze lifts in time to spot anders and his entourage of felines. ]

... Are all of these cats yours?

[ she'd heard the term cat lady before, but anders is taking it to a whole new level ok. ]

Is this another ... event?

[ anders is treated to the teenage-bestie-special as bonnie's question quick-fires after elena's. she almost freezes (as much as she can given she's being nearly covered in kittens) while contemplating the sheer whiplash of their previous event onto this one. not to mention: why cats? ]

[the kitten drops to the floor and proceeds to wind itself around Peridot's tiny legs as if it did nothing wrong and this crazy green lady is just being a freak for no reason. Peridot is fairly certain this is a threat display and tries to step back, only to fall on her butt with the cat purring and rubbing against her hip.]

What is this thing? And what is it doing? [she tries to push it away, but it starts rubbing against her hand instead. she gasps.] Is it releasing spores into my body to slowly rip me apart from the inside?

[ In his defence, the black cat he's just shoved into her arms is rubbing its head on her shoulder. Natasha, however, glances at him coldly. ]

What am I supposed to do with this?

Keep it? Take care of it? You know, as a pet. You have heard of those, right?

[What's with this woman? How can she not know what a cat is for? Especially when it's being so obliging and friendly and lovable, enough that any normal person should want to take it home immediately and dote on it and reduce the population he has to deal with.]

[ Pets are like small children. They're loud, needy, and annoying. Natasha glares at him. ]

I don't do pets. Here you can [ the cat mews as Natasha pries it off her arm ] take it.

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