[Someone has spent quite a number of days both figuring out this strange little device and the apartment she claimed as her own. As such, she had missed a majority of the curses that had gone on, until the Titanic. Seeing, as they say, is believing, and having experienced the terror of that night...

Her voice is composed as she starts to speak, soft and almost welcoming. Yet, as always, there is that slight undertone to it.]

How simply splendid. Why, I do believe I shall be avoiding any ships that this place has to offer... It seems that the information that was given to me was correct, at least from my scope of understanding and to what has happened so far. It is not that I assumed anyone was lying, but I am sure you understand. Accepting it as the truth goes beyond mere words. After all, any fool may say anything to a stranger. I shall assume the rest will prove to be true in time-

[A curious pause as a small purr may be heard, before the feed switches to video. Despite the earliness of the morning, she is neat and presentable, hair done in a loose braid that dangles over one shoulder. There is also a slightly annoyed scowl on her face and the tribble can be seen on the nightstand behind Cersei.]

Either someone has lost their pet, or this place has a- [By the Seven, what is it?] - a rodent problem. If this fuzzy little thing is your pet, I assume you shall claim it forthwith, or else I shall bear no responsibility for what happens to it.


[ooc: feel free to have had Cersei push your character out of the way to get a lifeboat if you so wish~]

Having trouble with little furballs? Too many in a confined space? Allergic to fur? Allergic to life itself? Easily annoyed with cute little aliens that you don't understand? Too uptight to accept new additions to life? Hate cute things in general?

[The video feed clicks on to show Jack's charming smile. He's wearing sunglasses. In the background it's clear he's on the beach and surrounded by the little furballs.] Well I've been looking for employment and I think I've found it. Furball keeper. Bring them to me, I don't mind them. In fact, I find them endearing, a few of them somewhat sexy. Can you imagine how much sex they must have in the womb of each furball in order for them all to be born ready to have more furball babies?

[He leans back in his beach chair, one arm resting behind his head as he sips at a drink of something pink in a martini glass just as one of the Tribbles sits on his shoulder.] Yep, my kind of alien. Bring them to me and I'll keep an eye on them. Plenty of room at the beach.

[Small furball herd in someone's airy and sunlit living room.

Flash of yellow; high pitched screeches. Despite the obvious danger, tribbles make no attempt to flee the large albino snake slithering into their midst; even revert back to purr and coo amongst themselves once their herd mate turned snack is silenced. Another snatch, more screeches, and a visible lump going down Len-Len's throat.]

"As some of you are already well aware of, when it comes to breeding, they put rabbits to shame."

[Device is turned from Len-Len onto Luke. He's lounging in a light gray overstuffed armchair. Oak end table next to it holds a tall glass of fruit punch and a sandwich.]

"What you may not know or considered [knowing smile] is that like rabbits," [Device now focuses on table's contents. On closer inspection, the ruby red fruit punch has the consistency of tomato juice. Sandwich's pink meat appears to be thick cut ham.] "they're also edible."

[HELLO AGAIN POLY. Jack has set his device on a nearby table in his apartment. He eyes a window critically and examines the tribble in his hand just as critically.]

Goodness, I spend so little time in here that the dust has decided to attempt a hostile takeover. En garde, fiend!

[Brandishing the tribble in a dramatic fashion, Jack proceeds to- er. Mop up the window with it.

The tribble screeches. Either in protest or for some other reason, WHO KNOWS.]

[ dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today to witness one of the most wonderful events known to man and animal, those most glorious institutions commonly referred to as procreation and birth.

--well.

elliot happened to miss out on the procreation part thank goodness but he's currently (unwillingly) bearing witness to the (questionable) event that is a tribble giving birth. ]

he's accidentally knocked on his phone in shock, and the feed is happily recording, in full technicolor, the process by which one tribble becomes, well, many. ]

--what is it doing?

Um.

[ It's been a long couple of weeks, so Bucky's at least 80% sure he's hallucinating. The video's pointed toward a shop floor, his boots carefully trying to step over the small, purring - what are they? Animals? without crushing any of them. It's proving to be quite a difficult task.

And there's one in his basket. ] Hey, no. I'm not buying you. I already have one pet.

[ Lifting it out to sit against a shelf of cereal where two more have gathered. ] Okay, this is weird. Anyone know what these things are?

[Snape is standing in the middle of his sitting room and there seem to be little puff balls all over the place. They're tiny and worse...they're multiplying. He is attempting to use his wand to lift large amounts to toss them out the window but it really doesn't seem to be helping.]

An explanation of what these things are would be welcome at this point.

[He looks over at his device with the most sour of expressions.]

Preferably with some promptness.

[ Amy's sitting on the floor in the hat store / detective agency. There's a deerstalker in her lap full of tribbles. Multiplying tribbles. There's a couple other hats around, and she's clearly collecting the small animals in the hats.

Plucking one off the floor and holding it up to peer at it. ] Hey, so. You guys just keep getting more, yeah? Weird.

[ A pause, and the drops the tribble in the deerstalker and picks up another one. ] Guess I shouldn't talk about weird, though. I mean, this place. We were on the Titanic this weekend. The Titanic, seriously, and it sank. And I died. Again. [ She makes a face. ] No more pleasant the second time around, 'm telling you. Guess I prefer getting shot to drowning, though.

[ Scratching the tribble under the — well, what might pass for a chin if it had any distinctive features other than furry and purring. ] And I'm still alive, so maybe I shouldn't complain, yeah?

[ Dropping this one in the deerstalker as well, before she turns. The hat is full. ] Doctor, say, can't you sonic them so they stop multiplying? They're not wood!


[ ooc; wanted to get this up because tribbles! and also dying on the Titanic.... but fair warning, I might not actually be around much till Thursday, so. Backtagging might happen? ;; ]

All right, listen up.

[ This would, perhaps, sound more commanding if McCoy didn't have a tribble on his shoulder. ]

These things are called tribbles. They do approximately three things: they eat, they reproduce -- they're born pregnant, actually -- and they coo. The cooing has a soothing effect on the nervous system, unless you're a Klingon or some other sort of nonhuman that they think smells awful, in which case they'll screech at you.

[ There's another tribble on his other shoulder. ]

They're from the planet Iota Geminorum IV back where I come from, which doesn't mean a damn thing to any of you, but from what I can remember, the planet has reptiles to keep the population in check. I'm not suggesting we eat them [ :| ] but some sort of sterilization is going to become necessary before they take over the entire City and eat everything themselves.

[ Pause. There's a tribble on his head now. ]

If we can get a few of these sterilized, I want them kept for use at the hospital. It's not unheard of, thanks to the effects their cooing has, as well as keeping them as pets. [ There's another pause and, though it's more to himself than anything, ] Our Chief Engineer had one before we picked him up. Wonder if one of these is his...

((ooc: forgot to include this earlier, but tags may be slow due to being on vicodin!))

[Jack doesn't seem to be aware of the device switching on at first; he's rather calmly focused on the little ball of fur in his arms, instead.]

You know, it's kind of funny, what happened over the weekend... That wasn't the first time I've ended up in the middle of the north Atlantic, and that wasn't the first time I've died, either. But that was the first time I've drowned. [A pause.] I think I prefer the other ways. Of being killed, I mean. Over drowning.

[He pauses again, giving the tribble a little scritch and causing it to coo.] I don't know why I think it's funny. I guess it shouldn't be. But something about this little guy... I don't know, but I feel pretty calm about it. Maybe more than I should be.

Fuck...

[Yes...that is how he is starting off this message.]

Gazelle's gone.

[And he hangs up. That's all he has to say.]

[Kazuo shows off his living room for his apartment. It looks like it's sprouted tons of fuzzy spotty everywhere.]

I have an infestation.

[He turns the camera to him where one is sitting on his shoulder.]

They are in the way. How does one get rid of them?

[The video starts out from what appears to be someone sitting on a couch, but he's up to his waist in tribbles, the rest of the apartment's floor also littered in little furballs cooing and bopping along.]

If someone doesn't want theirs, I'll take them. They don't seem that bad.

[A pause, the view then focusing down on an area of tribbles that was wiggling more than normal-- only for a puppy's head to pop out from under them, whining softly. Oops.]

... well, aside from them climbing over the actual pets already here.

[Roxas his holding a tribble in his hands and appears to be slightly amused as he looks into the camera. He also appears to have just arrived home, as he's wearing a light jacket.]

Man, there are a lot of these guys around today, aren't there? [He scritches what he guesses is the top of the tribble's head; it coos.]

I think people are overreacting, though. They aren't biting or trying to attack people or anything bad. How much trouble can they be? [He shrugs off his jacket and opens a nearby closet to toss it inside.]

And they're cute, t—

[WHOOSH.]



...help?

[Sephiroth is surrounded by tribbles. That's nothing new on the network today.

However--these tribbles are screaming.

And screaming. As if something terrible were happening or their lives were ending, although Sephiroth isn't doing anything. It's hard, unknowingly being part world-destroying alien. Thanks, Dad.]

I require assistance. [He's not going to bother to explain too much. It's quite a piercing, unpleasant sound: tribbles shrieking en masse.] I keep trying to get rid of them, but more appear. I believe they're in the ventilation system.

[Somehow.]

Thank you.

[ the camera slowly pans around an apartment to reveal every single surface covered in tribbles. every. single. surface. couch, kitchen counter, windowsill, television, everything.

there's a minute of silence, and then natasha's voice comes from behind the camera, utterly deadpan. ]

I don't suppose anyone has the number of a good exterminator.

I found one--and then some--of these creatures in my pocket this morning.

They seem harmless, if a little troublesome.

[ooc: See Katan. See Katan with a lapful of tribbles. See Rosiel. See if you can guess how this might end.]

[Right, so it may not have been the most pleasant thing to come home in the afternoon to even more of those things, but it was more the shock than anything and, honestly, Merlin finds them pretty cute and entertaining enough. As long as they don't end up sticking around for a few days, he imagines it'll be fine, so he's looking rather content when he's turning the device on and he's covered in tribbles.

One looks pretty content to nuzzle against his hair (while supporting itself on the back of the sofa). Which is actually pretty comfortable. Another is pressed against his neck, and then there's one on his chest that he's holding with an arm.]

They're pretty friendly, aren't they? If they really just keep multiplying I guess it might get troublesome but this actually isn't so bad...

[He chuckles, a little sheepish, and with a grimace he moves his shoulder to try and nudge the one against his neck off.]

You're tickling me, stop that.

[He clears his throat as soon as it's away and... he'll just scratch his neck with the phone since his other hand is occupied, sorry about that. When his face comes back into view, his expression has turned a little on the solemn side.]

About that ship, uhm...

Is everyone okay? I have no idea what it was about, but...

[He shrugs, pauses, decides he has no idea what else to say and ends the feed.]

[Elijah isn't wearing his usual hat today, probably because it's full of quivering, cooing little balls of fluff. He does not appear to be enthused by this fact.]

Awright, listen. I know there's been some talk about gettin' these little sons of bitches sterilized, and that's all well an' good. But in the meantime, if any of y'all need a quicker way of gettin' these things outta your hair, I'm offerin' up my services as an exterminator. For free, one day only.

And if you don't want 'em killed, well, that's fine too. Just don't be cryin' when their babies keep havin' more babies and eat up all your food.

[Video - Hello City, it's the poster child for jaded minors looking into the camera of the device with an unamused glare present on his face. The boy is currently buried up to his lap with the puff balls that have decided to infest this wonderfully chaotic cage.


I figured I should just cut this off since several people have decided to be comedians and spout some nonsense. So for the first and last damn time I will say this.  These things did not spawn from my damn afro!

[This, but with Teddy's voice accompanying.]

Guys, I swear I don't know how this happened.

I dunno what the fuck these things are, but I've had it up to here with 'em!

[He takes a broom and shoves several more that snuck in out his door.]

Ball animals much strange. No move, but all around? No mate, but make many? No mouth, but eat much?

Me kill many, number in dwelling no change! Me put many outside, number in dwelling no change!

IS PESTS!!

I stepped on one with a stiletto.

[She means a tribble]

I don't understand their physiology.

Do they taste good? Do they serve a biological purpose? What is their evolutionary function?

The don't seem to notice I'm in the room.

[A pause.]

Hello, City. We've been invaded.

I heard there were monsters in the water. This one's wet.

[Hear the coo coo coo of a tribble. It won't last long.]

[VOICE]

This morning it was kind of cute.

Now, I'm pretty sure my window's blown out. And I can't get the door shut. Annnnd... I'm just gonna stay on the couch until they go away.

[He's mostly only annoyed that he can't be properly annoyed.]

[Voice Post]

These are certainly not like any animal I've encountered before. They're rather endearing, I'm sure. But when has any curse ever been so completely innocent? I don't trust them. They may make these [a hesitation] cute noises, but I'll be keeping my eye on them. Fortunately, they've yet to invade my house, but I've seen them around while I patrol.

The key word in that sentence, of course, is yet. They make my hair stand on end. And let me tell you, that is severely inconvenient.

[/Voice Post]

[Voice Post]

I'm afraid that I'm a little confused. Where exactly do all these mutant furbies keep coming from, and why is the little one shrieking? It rather seems like every time that I turn around, there are more.

[/Voice Post]

[This post is likely accidental, the device resting on its side on a work bench. Bits of wire, some small circuit boards, schematics and notes litter the surface, but beyond that you can see the DeLorean.

And by the DeLorean, alternately whining, growling, and barking at the car, is Everett, the Doc's shaggy mutt. A clatter from beyond the device's frame interrupts after a few moments, after which Doc can be heard calling to the animal.]

Everett, boy, what's gotten into you?

[And he steps into the frame. As he approaches, Everett whines and flops on the floor, whining as he stares at the car.]

What is it? Hm?

[Curious enough, he steps over to the car, walking along the side and staring through the window.]

What in the name of Nicolaus Copernicus...

[He opens the the door of the car as he trails off, and as it swings upward, a pile of cooing tribbles pour out of the DeLorean and onto the floor. Everett lets out a low growl, backing away.]


[ooc: Still backtagging a lot everywhere and omg work, so this is probably quite placeholdery. Someday I hope to post without needing one of these notes.]

[ Liam picked up a tribble of his tea, distaste clearly on his face. ] I don't suppose there's an easy way to de-tribblize one's home is there? However much I enjoy fur in my tea, I'd much, much prefer to have it without.

[ he sighs ] And that doesn't even bear thinking of what they've done to the cakes I just made.

[ Yes, he has been experimenting. Making cake was much less expensive then purchasing it, even if one must suffer in quality for it. It'd just be much, much easier without the tribbles appearing everywhere and falling into all the things. He was half of a mind to open up the window and just let them fall out as quickly as they come.

... even if he had thought they were cute to begin with. ]

[Mercy is lying face down on her bed, sprawled out in utter exhaustion and only partially covered by a sheet. She's restless in her sleep, clearly having a bad dream, mumbling something under her breath. After a few moments a cat jumps up onto the bed and tucks a tribble up against Mercy where it begins to 'purr' softly. The cat continues bringing her gifts to surround Mercy and with the addition of each new tribble, Mercy's sleep eases out until she's sleeping peacefully.

The only question is how deep her room will be in tribbles by the time she wakes - or is woken.]


[Feel free to wake her up!]