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There's a tiny kitten on her way through the cantina, dragging a rather large Christmas stalking by the hanging tab behind her. She's struggling a little bit, but she'd seen lots and lots of people with these strange big socks, and felt sure that she needed one too.

Going up to her bed she jumped up and managed to scramble up, jumping up and scrabbling until she finally pulled the stalking up behind her. She looked around, then sighed and crawled in. She wasn't sure what else was supposed to happen, but the sock looked comfortable.

Sneaking in she yawned, then settled in, looking around a little before she went to bed.

Current Mood: content

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This poor cat is having very bad luck with 'kidnappings'. It seems to have happened again! A door opens, and she walks in, walking straight into a table before realizing this is the wrong place.

She's very hard to miss. She's over seven feet tall, very furry, and dark black. She's obviously not a cat, standing on two legs and with hands.

And the ability to speak English. "I keep being kidnapped. I want to make it stop." Please?

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Old Pika moves about the room, slowly but surely. She purrs thunderously as she walks, keeping the tribbles and small children out of harm's way, trying to be useful for once. Her age is making it difficult, but she's determined.

- Come off there, little one, - she smiles and untangles baby Pika from some thread, nudging her gently as she gets up and runs off.

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Logan leaned against the wall in the back room of the cantina, her eyes on those of the baby in her arms as she tried to remember the tiny face by heart so she'd never forget it.

Bethany looked back, her big blue eyes far too serious for a baby of six and a half months as she lay quietly. It was almost, her mother thought, as though she knew what was happening.

Logan closed her eyes for a moment and held her little one close, then said without looking up at Charlie, "Yer sure it's her?"

"I've checked and rechecked," he rumbled softly.

-She looks so tired.- Logan leaned Bethany back so that she could look at her again, her heart feeling as though it were being ripped from her chest. "'N they'll love 'er?"

"Oh yes." His deep voice held quiet assurance.

"'N... I'll never see 'er again." Her voice broke on the last words and Bethany frowned in concern.

"I'm sorry."

Logan closed her eyes and wept for a few moments, but then steeled herself and held the baby out to him. "This better not be a screw up, Boyscout."

"It's not." He accepted Bethany and cuddled her close as she tipped her head back in attempt to see his face. "I wish I were wrong. I don't like tearing families apart."

"Yeah," she rasped, taking a last look before she turned and left the room. "Whatever."

Mind blank, she wandered across the cantina and dropped onto the window seat, where she curled up and stared sightlessly through the window. "Whatever."

Current Mood: blank

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"Is this place wheelchair friendly?" Bruce asked as he wheeled in, he was covered in paint and it was probably best not to ask why. He was in a stinking bad mood, had a headache the size of America, with as bad music as lower gotham. "Cause I need a shower and homes to far away"

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A cute kitten is walked into the cantina. He's on a most important mission........ Milk. He wants milk, nay NEEDS milk.....
He rubbed up against the nearest leg purring.
Feel free to ignore the small doll strapped to his back like a horse rider.

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