Room 507, Mid-Thursday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Though he'd been at the school for less than a week, Furball was developing a routine. Each morning he would wake Nadia up and remind her that she had a sacred duty of cat-feeding to attend to. Then he'd fall asleep in the warm spot on her pillow while she made breakfast, and usually stay there until well after she left.

This morning he planned to do things exactly the same way. Until he heard them.

They were outside the room. They were making bird noises. They didn't quite smell like birds usually did, but when he snuck to the door to peek out, he caught sight of white feathers. He licked his chops.

Mmmmmm, he thought. Chicken!

He swiped a claw through the crack in the door, aiming for a chicken-y foot. The clucking reached a crescendo, and several chicken feet and chicken beaks were suddenly within reach. Furball mmrrrowed with excitement and swiped harder.

Then the vent started rattling. And clucking.

More chickens! Furball would feast today!

He stood on his hind feet, opened his mouth and his front legs wide, and prepared himself to receive this gift of chicken-y goodness. The vent opened, and out they poured.

And poured.

And poured.

And, still poured!

Furball panicked. They were everywhere, they were angry, they were clucking and pecking, and he was pretty sure a few had laid eggs in the room. He lept into the air, his legs spinning until he was practically running up the wall, and then he was in the vent, and there were more chickens and suddenly Furball was desperately missing Acme Acres, where all he ever had to worry about was being squeezed to death, glued to magic 3-D glasses, or possibly being dressed in a ridiculous pop-culture outfit and made to do a music video.

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chickens advanced on furball, a gleam of revenge in their eye. They have had run in's with pigs frogs bears blue weirdos cats before.

And now they had the advantage of numbers.

[nadiathesaint]

Furball did what any self-respecting cat would do in such a situation. He hissed, puffed up to twice his normal size, and ran as fast as felinely possible in the opposite direction.

He threw himself at the next nearest vent opening and tumbled out into the lounge.

On top of many, many more chickens.

This? Was not Furball's day.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chickens all squawked their disapproval at the sudden appearance of the cat landing on them. One decided to show its disapproval so much it tried to peck the cat on the head.

[nadiathesaint]

Furball was not about to put up with that sort of behavior. He leaped into the air again, this time managing a good three seconds of hang time before he headed off down the hall with a *whoosh* and a squawk. But it seemed no matter where he turned, he was surrounded by more and more of these strange, identical chickens.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chickens surrounded Furball, clucking omninously to each other. One would occasionally flap its wings and send a flurry of feathers into the air.

The chickens clucked at each other... formulating a plan for this blue kitty.

It possibly involved knitting.

[nadiathesaint]

Ironically, should the plan indeed involve knitting, Furball might enjoy it. He's always loved a good ball of yarn.

But he had no way of knowing the possible knitty nature of the chickens' plot. He was trapped, he was frightened, and he was waving his paws frantically in front of him. His eyes were clenched shut and his mouth pulled into a grimace.

He was probably going down.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chickens lept and tackled Furball to the ground.

What followed was a blur of fur, feathers, cat howls, knitting needles and clucking.

When the dust finally settled the chickens walked away with a smug look on their faces.

And Furball sat confused, wearing a pink wool kitty sweater.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia returned from class and was startled to discover that her cat had somehow gotten out of her dorm room. This was nothing compared to her shock at the fact that her cat was surrounded by a lot of noisy chickens and was wearing a pink sweater.

She quickly waded her way through the poultry to her pet and scooped him up. He stuck his tongue out at the chicken, or perhaps was licking his lips. She stared at the chickens.

She wondered if the chickens were a side-effect of the weirdness of Fandom, or if they were part of a particularly bizarre prank. If it was the latter, then she had to admit, Marty had a lot of creativity.

"You okay, Furball?"

"Meeerow."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter, fresh from his recent muppet chicken adventure, wandered by and caught sight of furball's problem. To say that he laughed hysterically would probably be entirely accurate.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia didn't bother glaring at Walter for his laughter. Instead she raised her eyebrows and gave a grin that would do any villain proud.

"Hey Walter. I think I might need your help with something," she gestured to the chickens. "We're gonna have to get revenge."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"On the chickens? But I think they're growing on me."

Somehow, that didn't seem to faze him, though. "What sort of revenge did you have in mind? Cheekee inna beeskee?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "Oh no. I think we'll let the chickens live. It's the one who put them here that I want to get." Her grin grew, somehow more devious. "Marty Blank."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"What do I get out of it? I'm having fun with the chickens and Marty was a decent bloke when I met him yesterday." Walter appeared interested, but in need of convincing.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "The fun of pulling a prank on someone other than our principal?" She thought for a moment. "And an iron clad promise that when we spar, I won't go straight for the family jewels."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Not good enough. I'm on to your tricks.

I want your guarantee that if your cat attacks me again, you won't get pissed when I stick him in the tubes that delivered the chickens around the dorms."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia glanced down at Furball. "You do realize he only attacked you because of the confusion of the bouncy balls, and, gosh, you using him as shield, right?"

She brushed some dust off of Furball's head. "Besides, I think the 'tubes' are how he got out of my room in the first place." She sighed. "Fine. I'll do you one better and promise to do my best to keep Furball from 'attacking' you in the first place."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Done! What did you want to do to Marty?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia tilted her head. "I don't know. There's the packing peanuts idea, but that lacks . . . panache." She looked at the chickens. "And it has to top this in creativity. Any thoughts?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I don't have any ideas off the top of my head. I'm going to Carita's with Al and Victor later. If you want to meet us there, we can talk about it."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "Sure. I don't have any classes tomorrow, so that shouldn't be a problem."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Do you still get alcohol there? It's been a beer-drinking day."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "I haven't been in a while. But I'm sure I can probably get a drink, or three. I'll see you there."

[ooc: I'll be over that way in a bit, there's a one-woman scene I want to work on first]

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter nodded and gave her a wave before he moved on to survey the rest of the chicken-inspired disaster.