[008; on the asking for kitty chow - private video and spam for the halls]

[unweeping_willow]

Pivate to the admiral: [

Willow's a little fidgety about asking the admiral for anything; for the last month, she's been mostly feeding Madame Smudge little scraps from the meals - but the kitty is fast growing up, and it's not going to be enough.

So, with some trepidation, she uses her com to ask: I... need food; Just... for the kitten? Enough for every day.
 

Spam for the hallways, and whoever wants it:

[Willow's pretty much just wandering at this point, trying to calm her nerves over actually having asked for something; Madame Smudge - currently splayed held in her arms, head splayed across her breasts - certainly looks satisfied enough, though; and that's some small comfort.

Still, it's not quite enough - and she hopes a walk will calm her down.]

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Spam

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas has his hood up but you still can't really miss someone that takes up half the hallway with bulky armor.

At first he just fixes Willow with a level stare, then rolls his eyes at the cat.]

You know you'll live forever and it won't, don't you?

Spam

[unweeping_willow]

[A sobering thought; clearly the only solution was to graduate, come back as a warden, and make a deal that would allow her kitten to live forever.

...Don't laugh, she has abandonment issues; she might really do it.

All that comes out of her mouth, though, is a stuttered] I-I know...

Spam

[darknessb4me]

[He pulls down his hood and tries to make a less-stony expression. Results are mixed.]

It'll Death Toll like a warden would, though. I tested it on the Marquis' dog.

[This is supposed to be the bright side. The bright side involves dog murder.]

Spam

[unweeping_willow]

Really? [Maybe it shouldn't comfort her, but... it does. Her kitty can't be taken away like that.]

Re: Spam

[darknessb4me]

[Nod.]

Spam

[unweeping_willow]

Thanks. [She offers him a small smile.]

[hourglass_twin]

[Raistlin was in the common room, reading a book. Rabbit, his rabbit, was dancing around on the floor in front of him as he kept an idle eye on her, making sure she didn't stray too far. Though he kept a casual look of disinterest, the disinterest couldn't be entirely real seeing as he, on noticing Rabbit's rambunctious mood, decided to give her somewhere a little more spacious to hop about. When he noticed Willow enter the room holding a cat, his attention was drawn a little bit more toward her.]

[unweeping_willow]

[Considering their last meetings, Willow's a little cautious about seeing him; still, the rabbit draws an immediate reaction - a little 'aww' sound that has Madame Smudge tapping her head in disapproval. Vampire's were supposed to be paying attention to her..]

[hourglass_twin]

[The 'aww' sound makes Raistlin's eyes narrow slightly. Rabbit was his, after all, and by extention wasn't 'cute'.]

Did you need something?

[unweeping_willow]

[The rabbit was very cute; and by extension... so was Raistlin? Was that how this worked?]

No. Not... not really.

[hourglass_twin]

[Raistlin hopes not.]

Then why are you paying such close attention to what Rabbit does?

[unweeping_willow]

[No, she's pretty sure that's how it works; it's been going that way with puppies for decades. Maybe centuries.]

It's cute.

[hourglass_twin]

I assure you, she's not doing anything to be cute.

[unweeping_willow]

"Doesn't have to," she promised. "She just... is."

[hourglass_twin]

"You are aware that she belongs to an evil, malicious and dangerous mage, correct?" Which, he thought, should mitigate her cuteness.

[unweeping_willow]

"She is?" No; she's still cute; adorable even. But she's surprised by that.

[Spam]

[substandard_parts]

[Lore is going one way down the corridor- he's not been out much, because he knows there's only so long he can repress an emotional reaction. But he's out today, hoping to find some warden that he can weasel access to the supply out of.

He sees the sad girl with a kitten, though, and his gait slows, tucking his hands behind his back. He's not wearing a Starfleet uniform, but he's managed to make something less, ah... Borg-like than what he came in with.]

Greetings. [Oh, how he hates that version of hello It's so boring!] I believe we spoke on the network.

[Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

Data... right?

[He gets what's becoming her trademark small smile - usually because it's the most she can manage, but currently because she seems... distracted; studying him. She'd never seen... realizing she was staring, she flicked up to his eyes, grateful that she couldn't blush.]

I'm Willow.

Re: [Spam]

[substandard_parts]

[Not smiling back is difficult. To the point that he can't. He just allows for the mildest little lip twitch.] That is an interesting little friend there you have, Willow. Madam Smudge, I believe you referred to her on the network.

[He offers his hand for her to sniff, before remembering oh yes, Data would ask first.] May I?

Re: [Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

If you want. [Madame smudge seems to want - leaning forward to sniff at the odd man. Compared to a vampire, Data seemed nothing odd to her.]

[Spam]

[substandard_parts]

[He made a slight wssping noise at the kitten, wiggled his fingers at it, and drew them back.] Are you feeling better?

Re: [Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

[The kitty bats at his fingers, appearing to accept him with ease.] A little; Claudia came back.

[Spam]

[substandard_parts]

[How does Data express pleasure? Oh yes, he doesn't. He's almost glad he's been pinpointed before as his brother, it keeps him from infinite boredom at pretending to be him at length.] You have taken the news in a way that makes you visibly more energetic.

[He thinks? Oh he hates everything. She seems so fun and he has to be so boring.] Tell me about yourself, Willow.

[Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

Me? [She smiles, looking somewhat... not quite shy, but a little self conscious.] Not much to tell; honest.

[Well, other than that she's a formerly-murderous vampire with a taste for blood and a newly acquired soul, but...]

[Spam]

[substandard_parts]

[It's at this point that he knows that can't be accurate, and... well, maybe with a little give and take.]

If I told you something, could you keep it secret? It's very important.