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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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Ahhh. [He hadn't intended to stop at all, had mostly been breezing his way through to see the sights and move on, but he's happy to oblige for a familiar (and relatively friendly) face. He crouches conspiratorially beside her, one hand balanced against the frame of her wheelchair.] Bunny rabbits. They always get you, don't they?

[It's a stage whisper... he's not much good at actually being quiet if the stakes aren't high enough.

A fact that's compounded, maybe, by the quiet, rumbling growl that makes its way out of the fold of his collar. A kitten pokes her head out into the open—and she is very interested in those bunnies, as well.

Anders pats her head.]

No, no, no, shh, shh, shhh. Those bunnies would almost definitely win in a fight, sorry to say.

Oh! [Nunnally gasps in surprise at the sudden appearance of a kitten. So much so that she completely forgets about the cute bunnies and shifts all her attention to this little guy]

I didn't see-- [whoops, she lowers her voice to match his stage whisper and smiles, ducking her head down so that she's on the same eye-level as the kitten] Yes, you must be very careful. [hehe this is a delightful turn overall] Bunnies can be quite dangerous.

She can't help herself sometimes. Promoted to Captain, and suddenly everything's a challenge. Quit it, you're scratching me.

[He scoops her up with one hand, and she wriggles just enough to keep the bunnies in her line of sight, ears pricked high and attentive.]

Would you like to hold her? You're not me or a bunny, so I assume you don't have anything to fear from the little claws.

[They are very, very little.]

Captain, such an impressive title. [nnnnrg, she tries to be like cool and professional about it, but she's hella stoked to hold a kitty]

I'd like to, if that's alright. [ah, but as she prepares to hold up her hands to accept the cute kitty she makes a solemn promise] I promise I'll be very careful.

Don't worry, she's a tough one. Just don't let her go chasing any rabbits, hm?

[He sets the kitten gently in Nunnally's open palms. She's squirmy, but otherwise too small to be much of a handful.]

Nunnally, meet Captain Whitefluff the Terrible. Captain, this is Nunnally.

[hehe, she holds the cat gently and close to her chest. She remembers hearing once that small animals liked to be near heartbeats? She doesn't know if it applies to small cats, but she figures she'll try all the same]

It's a true pleasure, Captain Whitefluff the Terrible. [she snickers a little at the name] How did you and Sir Anders come to be acquainted? [she looks up at Anders for the question]

[For all that she seems ready to get into a fight, the kitten has a soft spot for warmth. She's chatty, with a few more rumbling, needy meows, but eventually she curls up obediently where she is.]

A mutual friend found her out in the woods and thought we'd be a good fit for one another. Can't imagine why.

[The last bit is a joke, coupled with a fond tilt of his head as he reaches out to scratch Captain Whitefluff on her fluffy white head. It's a little sad, maybe, but the kitten is one of the few things that's been able to genuinely improve his mood, these last few weeks.]

Then I'm glad you've found each other. [she looks down at Whitefluff, and lowers her voice as if she's sharing a secret with her]

Take good care of him, alright Captain? He's a nice man.

Hey, now. Don't you two start conspiring together, the rest of us don't stand a chance.

[Too adorable. He's only mock-offended; his tone is warm despite it.]

So long as she keeps taking care of any spiders that come our way, I think I'll be just fine.

Ah, can cats really chase of spiders? [she mindlessly pets Whitefluff as she looks up at Anders, curious]

I've only heard of cats chasing away mice?

She can chase anything she likes. And does, most of the time, she's tiny but quick.

The spiders we've seen so far have been small, at least. She'll grow into a proper mouser with practice. [He leans forward, utterly unashamed about the way his voice starts to lilt.] Won't you? Yes you will.

I see, so it's like practice. [laksdhg ANDERS YOU ARE TOO CUTE, STOP IT. Tries to stifle it but there's a slight giggle at his cutsey wootsty voice]

I'm sorry to be so selfish and hog all this time with her. Would you like to hold her again?

No, no. Don't mind me. [He holds his hands up, now very aware that he's trying to steal back quality time with his own cat.] She'll have plenty of time to deal with me later. I offered, you hold her as long as you like.

You might regret that offer. [she jokes slightly, but smiles fondly at the kitten]

I've never had any pets, but I've always through they were very cute. [she looks back at Anders] Have you had other cats before?

Yes, actually, before they brought me here. Rude not to let him come along, I thought, but rules are rules, I suppose.

Ser Pounce-a-lot is a bit bigger than this one. Every bit as feisty, though, I'll bet she could take him if she tried.

You have quite a gift with names. [she's only half joking, the names are quite adorable]

And that is very rude. I wonder if there is a way that we can file a formal complaint...? [she looks up, thinking diligently. She is a coms officer after all, it strikes her she might be able to do... something like that?] I'll look into it.

[He laughs, like she's made a joke. A short pause, and then:]

Wait, really? Is that something you could actually do?

[He loves this new kitten, but he misses his cat something fierce.]

I don't know for sure. [hm, she paues. maybe she should have tried this in private first before saying it out loud]

But I'd like to try. I'm tired of-- [she pauses] Or, I suppose I should say, I'd like to see if we can have more agency here. And I'll never know unless I try with everything I have.

[I'm tired of is a perspective that he's very, very familiar with. He's hardly surprised that she seems to be the bright-eyed, you-can-do-it-if-you-try type.]

Well. If it does end up working, then Ser Pounce-a-lot will be plenty in your debt. You could have all the visits you like.

[He doesn't think the chances are very good. In his experience, negotiation carries no weight whatsoever when one party is dictating the life and livelihood of the other. But there's no real point in arguing it, so he doesn't.]

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