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PETTING ZOO

WHO: Everyone and their pets!
TONE: Zoo-like
RATING: PG/PG-13 for possible naked pets
WHEN: June 1st - 2nd
WHERE: Anywhere! You can put a location in the subject line if you want
WHAT: Pets have turned human in a Transfigurations spell gone wrong.

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[Oh god, cats. So many cats.

You know how the Vantases have an entire herd of cats? Well they're all human now. Every single of one them. All varying ages, heights and colors.

And they're following Sal around the castle with cries of "Daddy!!!" ranging from excited to whiny.]

[When Astrid passes the mess on her way to her dorm between classes, she can't help stopping and staring.]

Um, Professor Vantas?

Oh hello, Ms. Hofferson. [Nothing to see here, he just has two small blonde children attached to his legs.] How are you this afternoon?

Um, Professor, who are...?

[She's just. Still staring.]

Who? Ah, you mean them. [He gestures to his somehwat overly affectionate posse.] These are, well...my cats.

...You have a lot of cats.

Oh sveetheart, hyu don't know ze half of eet.

[This classy lady isn't pawing or clinging like the others. She's more hovering around Sal's shoulder, watching the younger cats with a bemused expression.]

...Oh.

Hello.

ZsaZsa, please. Ms. Hofferson, this is ZsaZsa, the two little ones are Tickle and Butter, the distinguished-looking gentleman is Lord Paddington, the littlest one is Eva and the gingery one is Fluffy.

Got it.

So... Any idea why this happened, Professor?

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[He nods at Salvador as he passes him in the hall before double taking.]

You've been busy. . .

Hyu zink zis is busy? Hyu should see zem at home when zer are tvelve more of zem.

I don't think I want to see that. Who are you? Relatives? [Someone hasn't been reading his journal.]

Somezing like zat.

[She's smiling. This may or may not be a good thing.]

Very close relatives hyu might say.

[All the suspicious looks, mostly because she looks nothing like ~~Gotye~~ Salvador. He holds out his hand for a shake anyway, out of formality.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, then.

The feeling is mutual, Professor Donoghue.

[She takes his hand, giving a light but firm shake while looking him in the eyes. His suspicious looks aren't exactly subtle and she's nearly full Kneazle. She knows how to read expressions.]

Ves related through marriage.

[He meets her gaze and, despite himself, feels the needier side of him swoon a little. He’s totally in denial about it, but a sassy woman meeting his gaze is cruise control for crushing. He releases her hand.]
So he’s told you about me? [How else would she know his name, afterall.]

[Karkat is just going to stare. And blink. And stare some more.]

...Uncle?

Karkat!!!

[Small blonde child latching onto your waist, KK. What do?]

[Argh what is it? He blanches for a minute as the kid pretty much attaches herself to his waist, blinking rapidly before things finally start clicking. Karkat purses his lips together before lowering his arms from where they raised automatically, looking at his uncle.]

These are Aunt Di's cats...aren't they?

They are. The one attached to you is Butter.

[Butter...oh. That one that follows him around all the time. Not that most of them don't, but she's quite attached to him. Ironic given the circumstances. There's a small moment of hesitation before he brings his hand up to place it on top of her head.]

Guess I didn't need to take my allergy potion today.

That's something good to come out of this incident, isn't it?

[Butter doesn't seem to be loosening her grip anytime soon. She's even nudging her head against his ribs.]

[Karkat gives a small shrug before going back to staring down at Butter. Yep. He doesn't think he's going to get that air back, or his personal space.]

Uh...you're not going to let go of me, are you?

Uh-uh. You smell like birds.