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entranceway2016-04-04 06:13 am
circlejerked) wrote in entranceway2016-04-04 06:13 am
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002 ↯ video
Um. All right, no one panic, but I may have underestimated these magic closets of ours and accidentally... done something.
[Anders' voice, sounding contrite. In the background, an unremitting stream of noise threatens to drown him out--it's meowing, rising and falling at different pitches like a tone-deaf a cappella group trying to harmonize and failing miserably.
The camera settles unsteadily on the hem of his robes before he sets it down and steps back. The source of the caterwauling then becomes apparent: in his arms are four young cats of various shapes and color, two tucked under each arm.
By the sounds of it, more are audible off-screen. Many, many more.]
I wasn't thinking... Well, I was, I was thinking how much more homey this place would be with a cute cat or two, and then--and then they were just there, and everywhere, and now there are a few more than two. If you have cat allergies, stay off the fourth floor.
[As if on cue, a kitten on stubby legs capers across the floor behind him. Anders, noticing movement on the screen, squints closely for a second, then looks for the real thing over his shoulder.]
One's making a run for it. Alistair! Alistair, catch it, my hands are full.
[From somewhere off among the caterwauling comes a response, the owner appearing shortly after--]
I see it!
[Alistair runs past in the background, two cats under one arm and what is presumably another squirming about down his shirt. He comes back into view a moment later, the escapee cradled in his free hand. Shoving the kitten in Anders' face--where it proceeds to bat at his nose--he frowns at the other man.]
This is getting ridiculous. We can't keep track of all of them. Is anyone coming to-- Ow!
[The yelp comes as the squirming under his shirt grows more energetic and with a slightly panicked look Alistair disappears from view again, kittens in tow. The only hint as to his fate comes as an increase in the mewling and the sound of fabric ripping mercifully out of sight.]
I'm getting to that part!
[Anders stares after him, eyebrows drawn up in alarm, before dragging his eyes back to the camera.]
Uhhh, it's okay, everything's fine, we have things completely under control, but as you can tell, we're in possession of some cats who could use a loving home! Soft, furry cats! Adorable, see? They're domesticated, easy to care for, and make excellent house pets. That one doesn't appear to be a fan of Alistair's shirt, but some are more fashion conscious than others.
I don't know if I can take care of them all. If you'd like to take one, we'll be giving them away free of charge in the ballroom. First floor, you can't miss it! [Anders then points a finger sternly, though the effect is mitigated by the wide-eyed kittens holding onto his arm.] But no funny business. If you consider cats a delicacy, I'm warning you now, we're both heavily armed. People wanting to make mittens out of their fur need not apply.
(OOC: Come find the log over here!)
[Anders' voice, sounding contrite. In the background, an unremitting stream of noise threatens to drown him out--it's meowing, rising and falling at different pitches like a tone-deaf a cappella group trying to harmonize and failing miserably.
The camera settles unsteadily on the hem of his robes before he sets it down and steps back. The source of the caterwauling then becomes apparent: in his arms are four young cats of various shapes and color, two tucked under each arm.
By the sounds of it, more are audible off-screen. Many, many more.]
I wasn't thinking... Well, I was, I was thinking how much more homey this place would be with a cute cat or two, and then--and then they were just there, and everywhere, and now there are a few more than two. If you have cat allergies, stay off the fourth floor.
[As if on cue, a kitten on stubby legs capers across the floor behind him. Anders, noticing movement on the screen, squints closely for a second, then looks for the real thing over his shoulder.]
One's making a run for it. Alistair! Alistair, catch it, my hands are full.
[From somewhere off among the caterwauling comes a response, the owner appearing shortly after--]
I see it!
[Alistair runs past in the background, two cats under one arm and what is presumably another squirming about down his shirt. He comes back into view a moment later, the escapee cradled in his free hand. Shoving the kitten in Anders' face--where it proceeds to bat at his nose--he frowns at the other man.]
This is getting ridiculous. We can't keep track of all of them. Is anyone coming to-- Ow!
[The yelp comes as the squirming under his shirt grows more energetic and with a slightly panicked look Alistair disappears from view again, kittens in tow. The only hint as to his fate comes as an increase in the mewling and the sound of fabric ripping mercifully out of sight.]
I'm getting to that part!
[Anders stares after him, eyebrows drawn up in alarm, before dragging his eyes back to the camera.]
Uhhh, it's okay, everything's fine, we have things completely under control, but as you can tell, we're in possession of some cats who could use a loving home! Soft, furry cats! Adorable, see? They're domesticated, easy to care for, and make excellent house pets. That one doesn't appear to be a fan of Alistair's shirt, but some are more fashion conscious than others.
I don't know if I can take care of them all. If you'd like to take one, we'll be giving them away free of charge in the ballroom. First floor, you can't miss it! [Anders then points a finger sternly, though the effect is mitigated by the wide-eyed kittens holding onto his arm.] But no funny business. If you consider cats a delicacy, I'm warning you now, we're both heavily armed. People wanting to make mittens out of their fur need not apply.
(OOC: Come find the log over here!)
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I'll take care of one. Or more than one. [How is he supposed to choose just one?]
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[They're terribly cute. Wash's biggest concern might be prying them out of Anders' arms--there's a growing part of them that wants to keep them all and hug each and every one.
Alas, a man can only dream for so long.]
We'll take them to the ballroom so they won't be underfoot. Come see them for yourself! I'm sure you'll find a good fit.
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[He could have had cats all this time.]
I'll be there. Soon.
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If this is what the closets are capable of thanks to an errant thought, I'd be afraid to see what they could do if you were really trying. You're not a dog person, are you?
[Because he'd hate to see what a horde of slobbering mabari would look like. No, thank you.]
Sure thing. We'll take some time to round them up and make certain we've gotten them all, but if you see one that says "new best friend," go ahead and get acquainted. There are plenty of cats to go around.
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[More independent, less needy.]
I'll look forward to it. I don't think I've ever seen a swarm of kittens.
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[As if it weren't already abundantly clear where Anders' preference lies. He shifts his hold, balancing a furry rump on the jut of his hip to get a better grip. For such small things, they're surprisingly hard to keep a hold of.]
Neither have I until now. I wasn't anticipating a litter in double digits when I got up this morning.
[But despite it all, Anders hasn't lost his good humor. He's not as sorry as he probably should be.]
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[He is not going to complain though.]
You don't seem that cut up about it honestly.
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If anyone's cut up about it, it's Alistair. I think they've been making him their scratching post.
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That's right! You have to show you mean business, otherwise they'll walk all over you.
[A pause.]
Well, they'll do that anyway, but they might do it a tad more respectfully.
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[You just can't really control cats. Dogs are one thing, you can train them, but cats are assholes. It's part of why he loves them.]
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Better cats than people, I always say.
[If something's going to walk all over him, literally and metaphorically, he'll take a cuddly animal over a templar or the Chantry at large, thanks.]
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[But it's said with fondness. Mostly fondness anyway.]
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[Clearly he can't be too serious about it or Anders would expect a bit more fist-shaking to go along with the foul language.]
And do they also sleep on top of you and rip holes in your clothing as well?
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