[video + text] kittysmash

[tellingthelies]

[Lying Cat has generally avoided trying to post on the network, though she's read as much of it as she has cared to (not very much, in other words). She figured there wasn't much point, seeing as she can't really communicate, and trying to do so would probably prove embarrassing. But now something has changed.]

[Now there are ten puppies in her room, coming in through a hole in the wall, as if that makes sense.]

[Lying Cat dislikes dogs even on the best of days, but she can't exactly kill or eat them. Dog meat is gamey as hell, for one thing. For another, Lying Cat isn't particularly a fan of the killing of innocent creatures.]

[So since she has no idea what is going on and one of the puppies has taken a dump in her room already, she has to turn to the network.]

[At first it's just video, showing a hairless blue cat about the size of a panther, currently surrounded by puppies. All kinds of puppies. Golden Retrievers, Jack Russell Terriers, pugs, Labradors, a Shih Tzu, and several mutts. Three puppies are currently trying to climb up Lying Cat's back. Lying Cat glares at the puppies and then glares at the camera with the sort of contempt that only an affronted cat is capable of.]

[After that, she figures out how to switch on the text function and proceeds to try to type something legible. She's seen The Will do this plenty of times. How hard can it be?]

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[ooc: heads up, i'm going to be out of town for a few days, but feel free to tag this in my absence :3]

Video 03

[impalementarts]

[There's no person on the feed, but there is a puppy. An enterprising puppy who's maybe a bit fatter then the others but that might be because he is currently trying to devour a pizza. A pepperoni pizza with what looks like bacon and meats and he doesn't seem to get really that the box is not also edible. Rolling in cheese and meats the puppy continues to chew and eat while a hand occasionally shoves him off the box.]

....So I asked for a pizza this morning and it gave me a pizza and a puppy.

[The puppy continues to chew, occasionally growling before looking up at the camera and flashing a smile. World wars end at that smile.]

Any idea what I should name him?

002 ⋙ action + video

[mph]

[ Rictor put it perfectly once: being able to do what they can do is like breathing. Tommy wakes up and it's like he's holding his breath or breathing through a mask, and badly. He gets up and he feels so slow, sluggish, and tired. If this had been any other day he would have freaked out, but seeing as the last thing he remembers of not being in Wonderland was feeling something very similar to this, he freaks out a little more than might be normal. It all just reeks of something sinister. He tries to get out the door and run but he's so slow and so out of breath so very fast. He leans against the wall and whines into his hands, sliding down onto the ground.

Suddenly, a greyhound nudges him with its nose and licks his face.

Cut to later, and here we have Tommy laying in his bed making a video, with the sound of dogs around him. One of them, a beagle, is trying to get his nose into view and sniff the screen. Dogs aside, Tommy looks exhausted and annoyed. Not at the dogs though, they can do what they want. ]

If this is supposed to be some kind of Wonderland mojo event this isn't funny. I feel violated, Wonderland. Some of us were pretty happy avoiding X-Day. If this is what life is like for the rest of you snails I don't know how the hell anyone gets anything done, ever.

SOS Wiccan, you're my only hope.

[ a pause, and a dog paw in his face. ]

I need a dogsled, anyone know how to make one?

002 | Video;

[heavensmostadorable]

Ah, pardon me.

[Is that the most polite beginning to a network broadcast or what? There's an angel on your screens, Wonderland, looking somewhat hesitant.]

I have just a few questions, if someone wouldn't mind providing the answers for me? It's just that... Well, I'm certain all of you have become aware of the current situation.

[AKA, the vast amount of puppies running around. It's kind of hard to miss. The fact that he's currently lacking all of his angel powers and that everything is dull in colour are less important. Or rather, not anything he's going to be addressing over the network.

Samandriel glances downward, still seeming to be uncertain whether he should actually proceed. Also, there are a couple of puppies bouncing up at him and sitting around his feet, begging for his attention.]

I'm simply wondering, what is it that canines eat? And how often should they be fed?

[That's right. He's going to feed the puppies. As many as he can. It would be horrible to allow them to starve, after all!]

♇ - [video]

[keeperfromtheflame]

[For a moment, all anyone would be able to see is a blur of browns and greens. Branches. Leaves. An arm. And a loud barking coming from somewhere relatively close by. Once the camera steadies, a brief, high-angle view of a lovely Catahoula Cur with its paws up against a tree trunk could be seen. Or, at least, the dog would seem lovely, if it weren't barking ferociously at something.]

[Another shift in angles, and we find out what the dog is barking at: Hazel.]

[Who is currently stuck up in the tree.]

Umm...help? Somebody?

[The others were so going to laugh at her for this. She's pretty sure they were already laughing at her for this. But it was either ask for help, or hurt the dog.]

[voice + action]

[onsilksheets]

I'm not the only person who woke up this morning to a puppy invasion, am I? Found them in my drawers, my wardrobe. Even under my bed. They're everywh-NO! Not the shoes! Or that dress! Come here, you little bugger! Get away from there!

[The feed ends abruptly after that.]


[action]

[For anyone who happens to be on the eighth floor around midday, they'll get a glimpse of Bela shooing puppies out of her room into the hall. She's also picking them up from her floor and placing them gently down on the ground outside, praying that they don't decide to come sniffing into her room again and destroy more of her belongings. Suffice to say, Bela looks more than a little frazzled. Still, it doesn't stop her from the task at hand.

Feel free to stand and gawk. Or help if you're feeling particularly charitable.]

[video forever] How much is that Beistey in the window?

[usskickass]

[The camera flips on to show Beiste already in the midst of a very thorough licking. And it's not a fight, of course-- it's an assault of puppy kisses. The puppy in question is almost too eager to interrupt, but Beiste manages with a soft chuckle to pet her into submission in her lap.]

Seems I've been adopted. Anybody know how crocodile babies and puppies get along? That might be a, uh, problem. Though I 'spose we aren't short of rooms for pets, anyhow, heheh.

[The puppy noses at Beiste's chin, snuffling loudly. She looks down at it with a grin.]

Also, assuming these lil monsters don't disappear, I'll need a name. And Beethoven's cliche. Anybody got any ideas?