Operation: Loose Kittens

Players

Barbara
Betsy
Damia

Andy's Arcade - Lower East Side - Manhattan

Beeps, bells, music and chatter clutter Andy's as much as the game machines and bodies do. Open longer than most retail stores (a sign indicates 1am through the week and 3am on weekends), the arcade is a rather popular hang-out for people of all ages. Kids flood in after school and on weekends while teens and even adults take over as the night progresses and the street lights come on.

Pinball machines and 'classic' or 'vintage' games such as PacMan and Pong dominate the front of the arcade, while the more high-tech and virtual reality amusements can be found in the back half of the establishment. Vending machines and water fountains can be seen sitting between the men's and ladies' restrooms and change machines on posts stand like soldiers around a circular counter in the back corner.


After a nice day out in the city Bets finds herself needing a little bit of explosions, she finds herself settled before the more violent shooter type games. Villian blood splatters across the screen.

Damia has decided spending a day shopping means she needs to... well... Not go home yet. In making this happen, she finds herself wondering idly into the arcade. She stops, just inside the doorway, and takes a look around. After surveying the room, Damia begins slowly wondering throughout the arcade, glacing at a few arcade games of old as she makes her way towards the vending machines and then towards the newer games in the back.

Barbara spoted the girl going into the room and even if it is a Arcade she follows. Upon stepping in she gives a small dazed blink, still shaking her head she is determined not to look compleatly spazzed out as the lights play havok with her concentration.

People mill about but it's a mostly quiet time in the place. There's not a lot of noise aside from the games. A few cheers here and there. A couple guys rally around a fighting game and offer tips and advice. "Give him a kick to the face man!"

Betsy dies a horrible death to a mass of what would only be called alien ninjas. The purple haired teen sticks her tounge out at the game and then turns to look for something to drink. A vending machine, aha.

Damia glares at the vending machine before smacking hard. "Stupid thing!" Get the feeling someone's money has just been eaten by the monster that lives deep within all soda machines. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she huffs before she turns to leave the machine before she decides to get violent with it. This causes her to almost bump directly into Betsy. "Oh! Sorry about that." She looks back at the vending machine then at the girl in front of her. "Good luck getting it to work."

Somewhere off a ways, probably outside, a torrential bout of 'meowing' begins. Like... lots of cats. People who are playing games take a moment to look around but no one really moves from where they are. After all, they've -paid- for these games. Still, that's a heck of a lot of noise for such disinterest.

Barbara shakes her head again and she spots the two girls...talking to each other. She steps over to get in the way before they figure out who is who when...meowing? Thats alot of meowing. Barbs turns back to the door quickly, trying to get away from it while looking outside at the same time, hand reaching into her purse for her sling-shot

Betsy bounces and flops onto her bottom as she is run into. A tactical ninja move most likely. "Oy, oh hey, " She then tilts her head to the sound of mews, "What in bloody hell..." she stands and looks around.

Damia blinks a little, brows furrowing in curiousity as she picks up the sound herself. "The the...?" She gives an apologetic yet brief smile to Betsy. "Sorry." Then she begins to head for the door and the sound itself. As she nears the door, she spots Barbara and gives a distracted, "Hey." before going still, eyes glazing over as if she's concentrating on something in the distance. "Any idea what's going on?" Again that distracted sound in her voice, which is now also tinged with sounding far off for some reason.

A door in the back is burst open. The splinters of wood clatter against the floor. A brief moment passes where people begin to stare in that direction... startled.

Barbara gives a small frown as she looks behind, eyes widdening. "Damia.. get behind me...and get these people out." she says worridly as she looks towards the sound, pulling out her sling shot with clear fear in her eyes, damm those ligths, just need to focus.

Betsy stands, still on her bum near the back near the vending machines. She looks up and the doors and then stands. She focuses on the back door. Her fists ball. She takes a breath.

Damia tilts her head, eyes narrowing as she looks at Barbara. "The lights are messing with you..." This is said as a fact instead of a question. "Be careful." Slow and careful, she moves towards the back. A glance is given over her shoulder to Barbara to make sure she's alright before her body goes completely loose and relaxed though it's clear she's poised and waiting for whatever is about to happen next.

"What the hell -is- that?" Some random voice in the crowd asks... then... the meowing grows -wild-. And that means... cats. Lots of them. Kitties. Mostly between the ages of 7 months and one year old and they are mewing and charging into the arcade. There are so many, it's like that old commercial where the cowboys are herding cats. And felines of every color, shape and size begin to run around the arcade crazily.

Barbara narrows her eyes....it must be the lights, she is not seeing a cloud of pet dander...and then the kittens assault. Tigers she could have handled, with tigers her fear would be a rational one and thus she could control it long enough to protect her friends but...kittens? Even as her rational mind blinks in confusion at the terror she is feeling the girl shrieks and runs, clambering up onto the air hockey table, getting right in between a game and holding on to the metal to keep her balance.

As something bursts through that door, Betsy's blades spring to life. But then... they are kitties... The girl freezes, she blinks as she is swarmed past.

Damia seems all set for whatever is coming through the door... And then there were kittens. Lots and lots of kittens. For a moment, her jaw drops and she just stares at the little fur balls, her body resumes it's normal stance and she looks over at Betsy then at Barbara, the rest of the patrons and then back at the kittens in complete confusion. "What the hell...?" Yep. That was articulate.

The kittens begin to clamber about. People, confused, mostly stand still. Much running would involve stepping on cats. And no one's interested in that. They hiss, they meow, they tumble, they fight with each other and they get up on the machines.

From the back room, a guy shouts "FREE THE ANIMALS!" He leans out, looking gruff and fuzzy with facial hair. "ASS MATS WON'T KEEP THE PETS DOWN!!! THEY'LL EAT YOU ALL!!!" And he ducks back into the back room.

Barbara looks up to the man for a moment before.. Oh noes! A small kitten begins to clamber onto the table....and its ON HER SHOE! "AHHH GET IT OFF ITS DIRTY" she screams raising her foot and shaking the pudgy confused little cat off. Unfortunately for anyone who has tried to stand on one foot on a operating air hockey machine.. its hard. THUMP! The sound can be heard as she falls flat on her bum on the machine, shaking her head dazildly.

Betsy begins to shuffle her way to the back door. her feet nudging pawing and feitsy kittens out of the way as she moves. "Oh, this is a right mess... Come back here ya wanker." She continues her hot, kitten ridden, pursuit.

Damia looks over at the man who is now shouting and arches a brow. "Yes. I can see where we're all about to be eaten." She looks at the kittens again, grinning a little before she starts to laugh. "They're so cute!" When Barbara screams she looks over at her and arches a brow. "Pick it up and..." Then she stops and slowly, carefully begins to make her way through the sea of cats towards the girl on the air hockey table. "Hold on. I'll get him."

The cats start to thin. Now that they're free, they seem to find more interesting things to do than stampede. People start to pick them up. "Don't let them out in the street!" Someone shuts the front door; no one wants to see kitten pate. The guy in the back hasn't left yet, it's obvious by all the noise he's making back there. And getting into that room, he's trying to get the back door open. It seems someone's locked it on him.

Barbara jumps to her feet on the floor, face cringed in fear. "Get him.. get that... filth peddler!" her sleeve moving up to cover her mouth, all her clothing ruined by pet dander and every time she feels one run by her she gives a small yelp.

The girl steps forward, and knocks on the locked door. "Ello?" Betsy calls through the door. She waits for an answer. She turns to look back towards the other people.

Damia bends down to remove the little kitten from atop Barbara's shoe, petting him gently. "Ooh. I could just take you home right now." She leans down and nuzzles the kitten gently before placing him on the floor and shooing him off to go play somewhere. "Are you going to be alright?" The genuine concern in her voice as she looks at Barbara then towards the back where Betsy is. "Any luck getting him out?" Her voice is riased rather loudly, making sure she'll be heard despite the distance and the rest of the noise.

The guy, fighting with the door, turns and looks at Betsy with wide eyes. "What... hey, leave me alone!" He puts his back to the door. "I... It wasn't me!" Yeah, what other fuzzy faced ass is there? "I... I just helped carry the boxes!" And there are a -lot- of cat carriers in here. Tons. Enough to house all those kittens at least.

"Who did it then, tell me now, or after I break your nose." She leans up against the wall. Her eyes looking around the back room and at the boxes. Betsy casts eyes back on him.

Barbara gives asmall whimper. "I... I need to leave." she mutters turning bright red as she looks over to Damia in horro. "Wash...wash hands.." she mutters before she turns to the door, its amazing how fast a girl can get there when she is terrified.

Damia blinks a little at Barbara but nods her head. "I'll go home and take a hot shower with disinfectant soap. Promise." She then looks down at all the kittens and smiles. "I think I'm going to have to get one... or two... or more..." She now seems complete in love with the little things and reaches to pick one up and cuddle it close. "I'll see you tomorrow then. Careful on your way out, hon..." With that, she turns her attention breifly towards the back to see how Betsy is fairing with the man who apparently let all the kittens loose to begin with.

"It was... it was the Dame," Says the guy, taking a step closer. "It was the Matron of the Order of Felis. And... and it was... I didn't have a choice." He balls his fists, acting ready for a fight.

The people at the door will guard it to make sure kittens don't get out. Someone's called animal control but they open it enough for Barbara to get out.

The girl lifts her fists, "Where is this Order located? And why did she do this? Its not really evil you know... if that’s what she was going for." The blades have long been doused, Betsy watches him carefully.

Barbara gives a small squeak. "No... don't let them in your house...some of them have flees" well maybe one of them...or 4 at the max but well barb dosn't miss details like that in the mass of the ebil kittens. She gets out the door and takes off running straight for the mansion to take what could end up a 3 or 4 hour bath.

"You'll know soon enough... if you're still alive! YAH!!" And the guy takes a step closer, throwing a punch towards Betsy's head. His fist is much like an oversized ham... it's slow but it would probably hurt a lot.

Damia narrows her eyes as she catches the man take a swing at Betsy. The kitten is put down and she makes her way towards the back. Unfortunately, wading through the carpet of kittens means it takes her about twice as long as it normally would to get there. It would also probably help if she had some clue as to what is going on.

Betsy ducks to the side and then strikes at the man's gut. There is a flash of violet as a blade extends her reach by six inches.

"Grah!" The punch lands in his stomach and the flash of violent makes his eyes bulge out... and he twitches... shivers... and collapses with his eyes rolling back in his head. Stunned, unconscious and muttering obscenities... as kittens come into the room and start biting at him and scratching at his face. Not like... wanting to eat his eye balls style but more trying to play.

Betsy frowns and looks down at the man. She begins to wade back through the kittens. She smiles at Damia, "He isn’t feeling well. That’s to bad... a pity."

Damia smirks at Betsy, having caught the colored blade that came from her fist. "No. I bet he isn't... What did he say before you put him down?" Sick sense of humor, no? She looks at the floor once more and just shakes her head. "If this was meant as an attack... I wasn't very well planned..."

The guy lies there. Other people peek in and question too. "Huh? What's going on? Everything okay? You okay?" The guy will continue to lie here. The animal control will show up soon...ish.

Betsy bites her lip, "Some Dame sent him, I don’t know what that’s all about... she's got some dire plan apparently..." She mumbles a bit to Damia.