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[smithnjones]

((OOC: Feel free for your character to express their interest here and feel free to write a prose piece about them finding their kitten in this post as well. :) ))

It seems that there's been aWe have kittens. There are lots and lots of kittens, and they appeared in the Tower lobby. We've moved them to one of the conference rooms. There are signs

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[tempered_scars]

That fluffy thing won't leave me alone, Martha.

[smithnjones]

It loves you, Wes.

Accept the love.

It's only a matter of time until you realize that there's absolutely no escape.

[tempered_scars]

What would I do with a kitten?

I wouldn't even know what to name the darn thing.

[smithnjones]

You would pet it, give it love, play with it with toys. When you were feeling down, it'd purr and rub on your legs. It's this tiny, adorable fur ball that loves and needs you, and it's very simple to take care of.

That's something you can figure out with time! Just don't name it Darn Thing. ;)

[wearsnomask]

Oh, God.

How many kittens are we talking about?

[smithnjones]

I'm afraid I haven't been able to get an accurate count!

There must be at least fifty.

[sophicsulphur]

So that's why there was a kitten trying to climb into one of my storage jars.

Can I keep him? I mean, I think it's a him, anyway.

[smithnjones]

Yes, that would be why!

You can most certainly keep him... or her, whichever it is. There will be food and litter kept in separate containers in the storage room next to the cafeteria.

[sophicsulphur]

Umm, how do I tell? Actually, never mind. I suppose I'll just do a divination.

Thank you! I hope he hasn't already eaten. Most of the stuff in my room's not food.

After reading - where Hermione bounds over to see the kitties...

[knownallbyheart]

There is the teeniest, tiniest, scrunchiest-faced kitten attached to Hermione Granger's pant leg. It takes a moment or two for her to swallow past a wall of sorrow that is nothing more than missing everything that once meant home to her. There is a soft rip as a little claw tears through the fabric of her pants. It's climbing her.

It takes the teeniest, tiniest mew to break her free from that sorrow and then she is swooping down and picking up the kitty before it reaches the hem of her blouse. The kitten sneezes, sending a flurry of orange fur everywhere, and Hermione falls in love. It's immediate.

"You must not chew on my books," she whispers as she begins walking with her quietly purring bundle, and she doesn't even notice the fur that clings to her clothing. She's not Crookshanks, of course, but she's quite sure they would have been great friends.

Re: After reading - where Hermione bounds over to see the kitties...

[sophicsulphur]

[OOC: ...most adorable post EVER. >w< My night is made.

BTW, welcome back! Hope you're feeling better. :) :)]

♥

[knownallbyheart]

[OOC: Thank you so much. :D I'm feeling much better! *hugs!*

I'm thinking kitty-pal-magic-madness is a possibility... XD]

♥!

[sophicsulphur]

[OOC: Yaaay! *all the hugs ever*

And yeeees. Oh god, let's just hope they don't get any cat fur in the potions this time....]

[prose log]

[sophicsulphur]

Iris is... not in the most spirited of moods, when she arrives back at her room in the Kashtta. In fact, you could say she's downright deflated. Yesterday, she saw an angel almost die right before her eyes, brought in yet another confused Wanderer, and spent the better part of an hour cleaning the blood off herself while trying not to think too hard about how pretty it was. Today, she might have just possibly convinced Phoebe that she hates her, which couldn't be further from the truth, and she hasn't got a clue how to start sorting that mess out. And tomorrow, she's got to get up and go to work and put on her brightest smile, and any other day that'd be trivial and real, but the way things are going right now, she'll be faking it while trying not to get bad vibes in the coffee. She doesn't like that. The customers, and Millie, deserve better.

...And on top of that, seems she's left her door ajar. Or someone has, anyway