EVENT: The Kittening (first few days)

[navi_no]

Who: YOU! Everyone on the Noanga.
Duration: Day 8 - 28 (Sept 15 - Oct 26)

THE KITTEN CHAOS

At the stroke of midnight at the start of day eight, wild, chaotic magic washes over the Noanga, affecting everyone and everything. Characters who are still up will find themselves nodding off.

The Noanga wake in the morning to find the teleportals are made of buttons, twine, and fairy floss; the bridge is made of yarn, while Navi-No has turned into a stuffed toy version of itself and seems rather distressed by everything. And, more importantly, sabertooth kittens have invaded. Each has a small pink collar with a name tag, and some might even be standing over characters, meowing sadly and pitifully until the person is awake, then taking off.

Perhaps with something of yours.

By mid-morning of the first day, everyone knows about The Goose with a Knife. If they are senstive to it, they may pick up a faint aura of pure chaos from it.

The next few weeks that follow are, while ultimately harmless for the most part, chaotic to say the least.

Of course, first you have to get through the first few days of Kittens. It can't be that hard, right?

Flerken Kittens

• Kitten Zoomies at all hours. You really don't need sleep,right?
• Kittens invading places they really shouldn't. Random in-your-shirt-now kittens?
• Kittens napping where they absolutely should not nap under any circumstances.
• Kittens casting Sunbeams in the middle of hallways to lure the unwary into Play/Nap Time.
• Kittens taking over your lap; that is their home now, and you are Trapped by Kitten.
• Balls of yarn being chased around hallways and in rooms at all hours of the day. Yes, yours.

Attempts to catch them will end in failure, as these adorably fluffy menaces can somehow teleport. They may decide to eat you, too...

The Kittens are adorably cute; anywhere from 4 week old squeakers to 3 months old menaces. For all the nuisance they bring, though, they are actually harmless chaos gremlins.

Any reports of tentacles are unfounded! These are normal sabertooth kittens and absolutely not Flerkens. They are 100% Flerkens and I am so sorry to anyone who is 'eaten' by curious kittens.

The Flerken Kitten Roster is as follows:

The Ringleader Kittens:
Fuzinator (extremely fluffy); Meor Pawson (and Mewlnir (the hammer)); Nick Furry (has eye patch); Cleocatra; Mewlius Katzar (wears a toga)

The Other Kittens:
Chewie (Orange), Dark Helmet (wears a comically large helmet), Vespa, Druidia, Paw Coulson, Alley, Enid (Tortie), Lionel, Strea, Precious Car Payment (tortie), Fluffy (more fur than cat), Mr. Mistoffelees (black/white), Noah (kinda scrawny)
(+ 12 kittens to be named.)

The Goose Menace.

• It is a large pure white Canadian Goose.
• It has the strangest aura, almost...godly.
• It will steal given the chance, even if what it is stealing is 20x its size.
• It will chase you. There is no escape. Accept your fate.
• It will threaten you with a Knife. Accept your fate.
• It will be obnoxious in everything it does, and its Honk of Doom is enough to make even the bravest soul reconsider their life choices. Or freeze in place.
• It will not be stopped, and it will not be caught, tamed, or harmed.
• It can also teleport. Yes, even behind any magic barriers. Especially behind those. You are welcome.
• It thinks the kittens are it's goslings. Harm a kitten and you will die. (If you attempt to harm a kitten, comment here for some extra spicy lore.)

(It is the goose from the Untitled Goose Game. Do with this as you will.)

GENERAL CHAOS

To make things better (or worse), as improbable as it might be, wild chaos magic finds away. These are but ideas; there is literally something for everyone. If you want cutesy horror or Glam Hello Kitty x My Little Pony, or Gothic Bouncy Castles, etc, sure. Go wild! Live your dreams! There is somethinf for everyone.

• Magical ballpits that fill rooms or hallways.
• Bouncing Castles in the middle of hallways.
• McDonald's playgrounds that span decks.
• An Ikea Store(?!) that spans all decks. Enjoy!
• A Sand Pit that leads to a cosy house (somehow).
• The Lazy River of the Hallways (complete with tubes and free (non-alcoholic) drinks).
• The Best Beach In The Universe. Kitten free space! (Not Goose Free)
• A room full of pot plants that are very cute.
• That one hallway that is forever raining but never flooding. The umbrellas are unicorn themed.
• The area where you are now is made of buttons/floss/etc.
• Random Ice/Skate/Lava(?!) Rinks or areas.
• An area with no gravity and has bouncy walls, or other such things.
• Your imagination is the limit. :)

Whatever fits the theme of harmless fun!

Relax, kick back, enjoy the fun. Or get popcorn and watch from a random beach chair?

THE WEEKLY PROGRESSION
Week one (Day 8 - 14 (Sept 15 - Sep 26))

Despite the disruption, the general chaos lasts no more than 5 hours per day. The kittens last all hours of the day, and grow bolder as days pass. They don't seem to notice the ship is semi-derelict.

By the end of day one, everyone knows: These are Flerken kittens.

Navi-No gives the following on Flerken:

Flerken: Cute feline pets native to the Collective of the Hive. Though domesticated and kept as pets and companions, outside Hive Space they are considered extremely dangerous, terrifying monsters known across the galaxy to be vicious killers that will defend themselves and those they care about.

Flerken are living gateways to pocket dimensions located inside of them. They can not only devour a person or alien many times their size in mere moments (they may choose not to eat it), but they can also keep far too many things inside their bodies than should be possible, and are known to expell them at a moments notice should the mood strike. They have massive fanged tentacles that emerge from their mouth; these can be used as an offensive weapon.

They also serve as effective alarms, when listened to, by hissing loudly. Flerkan can also understand conversation, teleport, and on extremely rare occasions, possess rudimentary magic.

Luckily for you, the kittens seem to like the Noanga and should you be devoured, you will be spit up after a few hours. You will be chibi sized and or dressed in something cute for a day after, though. Odd.

Week two (Day 15 - 21 (Sept 29 - Oct 12))

The chaos lasts no more than 10 hours each day. The kittens last all hours of the day and grow more bold in what they do and how they obtain attention. Do not ask how hairballs end up on the ceiling.

Attempts to catch them still see them teleporting to safety. The Goose, too, is more bold and will attempt to steal anything not nailed down. Attempts to catch it also see it teleport away, but only after it attempts to BITE and STAB.

Week three (Day 22 - 28 (Oct 13 - Oct 26))

The chaos lasts no more than 15 hours each day.

The kittens and the Goose are extremely bold. This is their home now, and you all are decorations and props to the fun.

EXTRAS/NOTES
Want your stuff stolen by Kittens or The Goose? Comment here! You will get it back at the end of the event.

Want to name a Kitten? Comment here!

Notes: If a character comes to harm (Outside Specific Circumstances), they will either be bubbled by a giant soap bubble, or turned into a stuffed animal/potted plant. They avoid all damage, but they will be stuck like that for an hour or so. The character will be fully aware and able to move, talk, etc.

code bases by tricklet

Comments

Mod Corner

[navi_no]

Questions

[navi_no]

All questions here!

[0thingsonmymind]

okay as an american i just need to make sure. "pot plants" is just potted plants, right?

[bestbrotherever]

Are characters' own magic affected by the chaos?

Stolen Belongings

[navi_no]

You will get them back by the end of the event.

(First Space mall trip goes up on the 20th Sept.)

Re: Stolen Belongings

[burstingstars]

A trinket of his - once it was just a pebble with a smiley face drawn on in sharpie, given by the Bathroom Cowboy to Jack for good luck. Then Luna the dragonmoth took a shining to it and enchanted it, so now the rock looks semi-transparent, light motes dancing inside like a tiny snowglobe. No special powers, though it's calming to look at.
It was the first gift he got at the Gas Station and he'll very much want it back for the sheer sentimental value.

Re: Stolen Belongings

[iobairt]

Her crown getting stolen.

And probably some stuff from the space mall.

Kitten naming

[navi_no]

16 unnamed kittens!

Two per person to start with, please.

CW: Attempted Kitten harm

[navi_no]

What says on the tin. Extra Spicy Lore. Possible Character Death.

Link to any thread where this takes place, and await Mod Reply

OTA

[kosmonautilus]

The Kraken Returns
On day 8 Lucas wakes up as himself. The himself that has 8 tentacles and no bones and a puckered skin that is displaying all his important emotions/thoughts in a constant chromatic babble. It’s glorious! He is honestly too excited to have it back to wonder about the how and why. Time to properly talk to all the new people he met here.

Soon enough there’ll be a octopus walking the hallways. Or well, crawling, pulling himself along with his suckers. Gravity isn’t fun and he wishes this was more like his previous ship, with gravity low enough to float as if in water and handholds to swing along. At this rate it’ll take him hours to get anywhere! As a result his skin shifts to pale colors, pastels that spell out a request for aid if you watch long enough for the translation to catch on.

Or you know enough about octopi to realize that they don’t normally belong out of the water. His gills are flaring, but can you be sure he is getting any air out of it? Luckily, there is an aquarium not too far off, if any helpers want to help. Might even recognize him as Lucas, the bangle now stuck on one tentacle, close to his head, his slate lugged along (now that he got his Reach to remember and execute such things for him).

The Shallows
Obviously he isn’t going to stay in the aquarium. Would you like to be stuck in one room, regardless of how tedious it was to leave? Lucas went exploring the far reaches of space, is not so easily contained. When the surrounding hallways turn into a Lazy River, he takes his chance to go out. Letting himself drift, clinging to the underside of a tube float and see if he can’t pull it down.

Unsuspecting floaters might get a surprise stop by curious tentacles. He’ll also fetch any errant things, kittens or people falling in, help deposit them somewhere dryer. Though he might also steal your drink, especially the more colorful ones. His skin glitters and shimmers with bright colors in rapid flickers – laughter. Or the closest thing octopi have.

“No harm! Only playing. Want to join? Please, please do! I want to show you all the fun of water, promise to be careful!”

Tangled
Lucas had only wanted to chase one of the kittens. He’d seen one showing something like tentacles and got incredible curious about it. Thankfully it was distracted with a yarn ball, otherwise he’d never have caught up… only to end in a room now made of yarn, the mother hive of yarn balls. Sufficient to say that this is not territory made for an octopus to walk upon and between that and the kittens playing around him he got hopelessly tangled.

For once he finds that a voice could be useful. No one there to see the white flickers of panic, the dark red hues of indignation, skin a monochromatic display of “I desperately need help and I hate the situation, get me out of here immediately!” Sure parts of him try to chew through the yarn with his beak or rip it apart, but that only helps so much when at every turn his suckers pick up new tangles.

Wildcard
Anything else goes!

(OOC: If not obvious enough yet, he will be an octopus for the event! At least the first week and the final kitten herding – however as I do intend to have him change back and forth by Rule of Funny after, if for any reason you want a thread with human-Lucas during this, just tell me!)

The Kraken Returns

[bestbrotherever]

Loki has been patrolling the ship and taking note of the chaos magic. Everyone else he's run into has been annoyed to various degrees, but otherwise not affected by the chaos.

At first the octopus crawling along a corridor looks like just another manifestation of whatever is causing all the changes, but then he starts getting an impression of words when looking at the creature. As if the ship's translation magic was turning something about it into a message he could understand. He stops in his tracks and parses the message with growing concern.

"Help? I do not think I can undo the transformation, but I can do my best to make you as comfortable as possible until you are back to normal. Who are you?"

OTA | CW: Mention of eaten by Kitten

[burstingstars]

Tyger, tyger
Daniel had only sat down on a bench at the edge of the park a moment, to let his thoughts settle, be in nature for a couple moments. To feel connected to the forest and imagine himself home – it had been a week now and with a lack of demands or instructions, he feared this was the sort of adventure that would go on for a while.

And then a tiny kitten appeared from somewhere and curled up on his lap. “Oh. Uhm, hello there little one” There’d been no pets in his life, not even cats. Well one brief encounter at Xochipillis house, but he had been a little high at the time and who really knows if they behaved normally around the god. Nothing at the gas station had really been normal (at least that’s what the adults claimed, not like he had any context for it).

He looks baffled to someone passing by. “What… what am I supposed to do here?” gesturing vaguely to the black-white furball in his lap, careful to not touch it further. Given Navi-Nos warning about them being dangerous, the kid is rather concerned about how this will end.

Aftermaths of dying (sometime week 3)
As cute as the kittens were and as fun as it had been to explore all that random changes to the ship, the lack of sleep was getting to him. Sure it was partially his own fault, for having set up in a tent inside a much bigger room missing any door to fight his bouts of claustrophobia, but it did mean the cats could get in any time. No attempts of barricades or curtains had helped and gods knew how they kept getting into his tent. He’d always been a light sleeper, startling up in half a panic at things like tiny claws climbing onto him, had eventually snapped and raised his voice, threwn a pillow at them – he remembered a mess of tentacles coming at him and then nothing more.

After finding himself in a cute dress he’d fled to the Best Beach, the only place he figured out to be free of cats. Day is exhausted, got a migraine starting up and just curls up on the sand, not even thinking about getting more comfortable. “Does it count as dying if you’re still there after?” he mutters to no one in particular. It’s not the first time for him – the low cut of the dress exposes scars he usually hides. The cut from a surgery, right above his heart. The two shot wounds in his right shoulder. The long cut that starts at his left collarbone, going till his right hip. Scuff marks from manacles at his upper arms, matching the ones at his wrists. Marks of a rough history.

Wildcard
Anything else goes!

Tyger tyger

[mystic_mongoose]

“Oh, ah… heh. Guess you’re stuck there?”

Mina had been pretty much scarce the first few days and had finally decided to surface, only to find one of her shipmates stuck with a cat on their lap.

“It’s harmless and they’ll move sooner or later.”

Aftermaths of dying

[under_the_raptors_wings]

Æn'kae froze in walking along the beach, unsure if he was being addressed or just had unfortunate timing. Probably the latter. For once, Roj wasn't with him as Hwoinch had refused to follow them onto the beach, and had sat at the edge meowing pathetically until she had returned. Hey, he knew when he wasn't wanted. Which meant, well, here he was, pausing awkwardly and shuffling his feet in the sand.

"What happened?" He asked softly. It was prying, yes, but with the potential that something could happen to anyone, preparation trumped social niceties a bit more than normal. Also he wasn't sure if the distress wasn't physical as well as emotional, and if Day was in pain he might actually be able to do some good.

Esmeryl, OTA

[managerbehindthrone]

Whoops, wrong species.
Waking up to a species change on top of mewing kittens was not on her to-do-list, and takes a second for her brain to catch up to what kind of species* she's been changed into. It isn't human, but it is humaniod. A turtle, though she doesn't know what species outside it has a leathery shell and she's maybe eight feet tall.

Inconvenient, but the least of her problems as she watches the sabertooth kitten - Flerken - run off.

"Hmm. This should be funny at least." Ideally, nothing like the chaos the last time she lived through something like this, but all the same... "No matter."

After making sure her clothes -regal kimono in blacks and reds- are in order, Esmeryl heads out of her now overly large room.

Time for food or what passes for it, and she supposes, to see what chaos is unfolding now. Though she's probably going to get waylaid by those wondering who she is, as a mutant turtle most certainly did not arrive with the small group.

"It could be worse." Her voice could be entirely different, for one, instead of her own but with an organic twist.

(She's a leatherback mutant turtle!)

Lazy River

She could ignore everything; she should. Her enjoyment of the lazy drift in the river is paramount, as out of place as her regal sprawl in the inflatable, glittery doughnut is. Somehow, she makes it work, like she's made being a mutant turtle work. Though Esmeryl is far from pleased that she's organic again. But if the Goose is what she thinks, then there's nothing that can be done about it outside of enduring the indignity.

Hence, the Lazy River. And this, she supposes. She could ignore it, could pass it by, but she does want people to have a good impression of her, if only because it benefits her.

"Here. I shall help set it to rights." At least her voice is the same, just with an organic tilt.

She holds out a three-fingered hand. The enchanted water is waist-deep at best, but dignity drowns quickly. More so when the current chooses right then and there to shove both tubes together and nearly topple her as well.

"Frag it!"

Lazy River

[kosmonautilus]

Lucas is very much enjoying the freedom of range the lazy river allows him. Sure, he can survive just fine outside of water, but it is tedious to drag himself along the floor. Not good for a species impatient enough to want results right now. But this – the water parameters could use some improvements, but the current made up for it.

Though he was of course made for much deeper water, had gills and a lot of fun drifting. Others, not so much. Noticing the turbulence ahead he closed his mantle to slow down, suckers along the wall bringing him to an easy stop. One arm for that one free float, two for the other, two more reaching out to stabilize Esme and keep her from falling in, curling around her with surprising strength. Gentle, gentle, no leaving bruises.

Bobbing his head out of the water his blues shifted to more neutral greens, big eyes looking at her. Albeit his gills got kept underwater, easier than switching back and forth. “You are one funny crab” his patterns spell out. Damascus had barely any landmass, no turtles there. Excuse if he doesn’t recognize the voice, octopi really don’t have the best hearing.

Loki, OTA

[bestbrotherever]

Meor

The sudden change in the ship and invasion of flerken-kittens is surprising, but a far cry from the harrowing danger Loki was expecting. He hasn't spent much time with cats, but he's heard they like to play. He might not have any dedicated toys, but surely he has something suitable in his Lokispace collection, right?

Though as soon as he opens it, before he can even choose what to remove, a pale orange kitten jumps out as Loki shouts in surprise. He bounds out of reach, then turns to look at Loki with blue eyes full of mischief. The nametag "Meor" flashes on his collar, and he's carrying a cat toy in the shape of Mjolnir in his mouth. Loki, recovering from the shock, slowly grins.

"So you are named for my brother, are you? Well, if you come here, I shall show you the same hospitality I would to him."

Meor edges away from Loki's outstretched hand. Then he drops the toy and starts coughing, as if he had a hairball. Only what he coughs up is a cheap plushie of Captain America. Rid of it, he picks up his toy again and teleports away while Loki's still blinking.

Scowling, Loki re-opens his Lokispace, this time braced for a kitten. None appears, though, and he starts taking inventory magically, his face falling. "Did you eat all of them!?" he yells at the space where the kitten had once been.

Precious Car Payment

Anyone who approaches the dining room might hear some very insistent meowing and an annoyed voice responding. Upon entering they will see Loki sitting at a table with a plate of mostly Nutri-cubes with a few green vegetables and an older tortoiseshell kitten circling around his seat.

"No. You have already eaten more than I."

The kitten meows.

"The replicator will not give you any more food. You will either have to eat the cubes or be satisfied with what you have already devoured."

The kitten, entirely unabashed, starts jumping, trying to get a look at the plate. Loki rolls his eyes and presents it to her. She looks it over and takes a few sniffs, then resumes her crying at an even louder volume and heads to the replicator, which is currently made of yarn, and surrounded by Nutri-cubes.

Loki tries to ignore her and eats for a few minutes, but as her crying gets more pathetic, he finally gets up and heads for the machine, the kitten practically tripping him the entire way.

"This is a waste of time, you know. I very much doubt it will give you anything else to match a whole chicken."

The kitten stops and listens- gotcha, no she doesn't. But she does rub against Loki's legs, purring loud enough to be heard across the entire room.

Best Beach

Chasing the kittens- and tracking down Meor based on where his plushies are found- is exhausting. At first Loki had chosen the beach to rest at because it reminded him of Sidereal, but on realizing that no kittens showed their faces or whiskers or tentacles near it, he settles into a lounge on the most throne-like beach chair. Lazily he activates the bangle and scrolls through the latest information.

"Flerkens... I believe I have heard of them," he says to himself as he reads. "Dangerous monsters... but others consider them pets? I think the ones who have tamed them may know better than those ruled by fear."

He closes his eyes, apparently ready to nap.

Precious Car Payment

[burstingstars]

"Perhaps she heard of your reputation or is pledging to your aspect of mischief?" Daniel chimes in, having watched from the door with a smile. He isn't taking this whole religious thing too seriously, certainly not one for worship. Gods are just people with slightly different abilities.

The kid will come over, frown at the now-yarn replicator. "Is it at least sparing us weird tasting food this time?" Really should explore that forest more, perhaps see about planting some edible things.

Best Beach

[failgoyle]

Jules is nowhere near as relaxed, and he'd cut through the beach in the hopes that geese don't like sand. He's afraid that the ridiculously long lemur tail he's grown will pick up sand and he will never see the end of the sand, and so he's just carrying an armful of furry tail past that throne-like beach chair. "You know what else is dangerous? We're surrounded by freaky-ass alien cats and this place is a gigantic litterbox."

Meor

[under_the_raptors_wings]

Æn'kae knew it was just unfortunate timing that his and Roj's approach lined up with the accusatory question. Roj, on the other hand, let out an offended series of snorts at Loki. She hadn't eaten anything of his! Yet. Sure, that toy on the ground might have been tempting, but she had better things to do, thank you very much.

Æn'kae tapped Roj's head. "Not you, dæhlenal." He redirected his attention to Loki. "Problems with one of the felines?" Look, the man was yelling at thin air and Roj had spent most of the morning trying frantically to find a kitten that had disappeared and reappeared several times. The pieces certainly seemed to fit together.

very belated, I am sorry

[worthallthis]

If and when Loki goes looking for his missing plushies, chasing after the teleported kitten, he will find the asset crouched on the floor with one of the Captain America ones in his mismatched hands, frowning at it with consternation.

Jules | OTA

[failgoyle]

[Wakey Wakey]
When Jules woke up, the first thing he was aware of was that his tail had grown back. It had been growing back since he dropped it in a panic upon arriving, sure, but it usually didn't grow back quite so quickly. Usually it took two weeks? He thought it hadn't been two weeks. He wasn't sure.

But thoughts of his tail--and why his tail felt kind of funny--were quickly replaced with the sad reality that he was trapped upside-down in a horrible tangle of multicolored yarn suspended some ten feet above the ground because his instincts told him that finding somewhere up high safe and hidden was a good way to find somewhere to nap for a bit.

Only one thing to do: start screaming for help. Or just screaming in general, really.

[Tail Tale]
Once he was safely disentangled from the yarn, Jules was forced to confront the fact that his tail had in fact grown back wrong. The rest of him still looked like his normal lanky purple gargoyle-looking self (complete with uselessly tiny batlike wings), but the tail...oh, his tail. Under normal conditions, it was a fairly bog-standard forked tail. Nothing remarkable, as far as tails go. But now? His tail had somehow gone all Archaeopteryx, still somewhat reptilian but also covered in iridescent purple and black feathers.

Unfortunately for Jules, it is a universal truth that kittens love feathers. "Back! Back! Shoo!" The kittens were immune to his feeble attempts to get them to leave, and with the way he was waving the tail around trying to dissuade them, well, it really just made playtime more fun.

[Honk Honk]
Jules immediately identified the goose as a thing which with he did not want to mess with. The aura it radiated was more than enough for him to decide that nope, actually, he wanted no part of this.

So there he was, running away and screaming as the goose honked and brandished its knife, closing in fast...

...aaaaand the feathery tail has been dropped, left as a sacrifice to the goose, who does not actually seem to care about the sacrifice.

[Tail Tale II]
Good news! Jules regrew his tail within an hour after his harrowing goose experience!

Bad news! It came back in the form of a purple-and-orange riff on a ring-tailed lemur's tail, and like a lemur's tail, it was longer than Jules's body and he is not at all good at controlling it.

So sorry, anyone nearby is probably getting hit with it.

Tail Tale

[bestbrotherever]

Loki laughs as he watches. "So, you can make your tail into a kitten lure. That is useful. Or it would be, if you had a plan for how to handle them once you have captured their attention."

Wakey Wakey

[burstingstars]

Screaming was bound to bring Daniel over running every time, too used to horrible things happening around him. His room is close enough by for this to startle him up and while he is yet unaware of the greater changes, seeing a room full of yarn has him stop and look around in confusion.

“Hey! I’m here. Quiet down!” The kids tone may be a bit harsh, but he knows that pitch of panic and that it sometimes needs this to stop. “If I cut you down and you fall from that height, will that hurt you?” A knife to do so he had out anyway, having expected some more serious danger.

Wakey wakey, super belated I'm so sorry

[worthallthis]

The asset has been awake for a little while. One of the horrible tiny monsters woke him up by landing on his chest, and then disappeared before he could grab it.

So he has been prowling the hallways for a little over an hour, and hears Jules screaming. He scrambles up the wall so he can launch into the air more easily, and whirls through corridors until he finds the "fellow lurkglider".

He might in fact run into him mid-air, because he was not expecting him to be suspended at flying-height.