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kitty at my foot and i wanna touch it.

WHO: Open to all residents
WHAT: Your regularly scheduled NAPs event for the month
WHERE: The RoCocoa Cat Cafe
WHEN: Aug. 10-14
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable!

Look at all of these bright, shining new faces! There’s even a few less bright, less shining faces, but hey, this city welcomes all types. Chances are, if you’ve just arrived, you're seeing some pretty crazy things, unless you're used to an eye-blinding amount of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in juuuuust fine. But for the rest of you, the Head knows this has gotta be pretty overwhelming, right?

Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...

Hello, new citizens of Dualis,
and welcome to your monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!

NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating! Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask queries and receive results, or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship! But don't be too shy, you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right? Who doesn’t like friends?!

This month’s event is held at the brand new RoCocoa Cat Cafe, a sparkly new establishment that caters to children and the young at heart with iced and hot cocoa drinks of all kinds, delicious pastries, age-appropriate live music, and of course many friendly kitties who love to lounge in laps. The cats are of all shapes, sizes, and colors, including some who may look a little different from what you expect, or may look like an ordinary cat but are actually anything but ordinary underneath that adorable fur coat. All cats in the cafe are adoptable, too, if you meet a new furry friend and just can’t bear to go home without them!

So pull up a chair, get to know your new neighbors, and enjoy a sugary treat or two with the resident furbabies. You might just meet your new two- or four-legged best friend!

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There's a cat in his face. Standing on the table he's trying to sit at, getting in his face. Not a normal one - it has two tails, something he's pretty sure isn't common in cats, and it's making sure he appreciates them fully by rubbing both of them on his face before sniffing the LED on his temple. It has no eyes, so he's not sure how it's getting around so well or how it can tell his LED is even there.

But that's the least of what's confusing him about...everything, so he's not going to focus on that.

...And now there's cat hair in his nose. Androids don't have allergies, but he huffs air sharply out through his nose to get rid of it anyway, shaking his head. The cat jumps almost imperceptibly, and Connor jerks back in turn, blue light spinning in his LED.

Whoever's coming to sit across from him is seeing someone thoroughly distracted by their very first time meeting a cat - let alone an eyeless two-tailed one.

Yondu doesn't necessarily like these things, yet he's here because it almost feels like a requirement. He's not that much of a social animal, doesn't really like showing up. Yet he gets two additional reminders this month that he should show.

So he's there, at a table, eyeing every single thing in there with the gaze of a man who really feels that he should be armed. Somehow that makes cats want to say hello to him all the more. They wrap around his legs, try to climb into his lap multiple times despite several efforts to put them back down again.

Then one hops up on the table and looks at him. A big orange tabby with bright green eyes. Just from looking at it, Yondu knows. He goes stone still, unwilling to move.

"Hey uh, you mind puttin' that one down on the floor? Real gentle-like. An' I mean real gentle, we're talkin' handlin' explosives gentle," he asks of the next person that sits. Because maybe if they don't know, they can handle the Flerkin with a great deal more casual ease.

[ Finn has been assigned a table and given cards, but he didn't actually come here to make new friends. The locals ignore his inquiries though, brushing them off as some kind of joke or otherwise odd behavior expected of 16 year-old boys. He drums a brief tempo on the table as a waitress walks away from him. The metal of his right arm makes a sharp sound as it hits the plastic surface.

A cat jumps on the table before his first proper pairing arrives, and he addresses it like he would anyone else. ]

Have you seen my backpack?

[ The creature crosses the table to lick his nose. He giggles. ]

Haha, aww.

[ When his real partner approaches the cat meows, opening five triangular sections of jaw to reveal a circle of teeth. Then it jumps down from the table to mingle with the other cats. ]

Oh. Woah. Okay.

[ Finn watches the cat leave, then turns back to his new table-mate with a smile. ]

Hi! I'm Finn. Have you seen a green backpack?

That's new. It's true that Rinoa has gotten the rundown of the situation since her arrival, but has taken a little to wandering only so much as she's comfortable with to get accustomed to how things work. She's obviously still not very in the know, as it were, about some of the things going on. After what she's seen where she's from, however, there isn't a whole heck of a lot that's caught her completely by surprise.

Really, it's nice that there's a lack of Time Compression, and maybe not quite so much political turmoil. Or so she thinks. She's beginning to think that second thing might not be as true as she'd like it to be.

The cafe is not exactly a new place to her. It is, after all, where she's been situated to work. It's kind of nice to be here without the overhanging concept that she'll have to have an instrument in hand while she sings to sugared up children and what are definitely not your typical house cat. Angelo would have a field day with these little darlings.

She likes the hot cocoa there, though and that's right where she's heading to. Until she bumps into you. Or you. Possibly you over there. Either way, it's a wonder she doesn't spill it.

"Jeez, I'm sorry," she begins with an awkward and stilted laugh. "I didn't get any on you, right?"

Because Rinoa has always been the queen of perfect first impressions.

Cissie has also been receiving very pointed reminders and alerts about this month's event, probably because she hasn't attended any yet either. She doesn't necessarily try to avoid this month's though, because the idea of a cat cafe is too interesting to pass up. She's never had a pet, even in all of her recent travels, but she's always wanted one. She never really considered the fact that there might be pets here in Dualis, or that there might be cats.

When she sits at her first table, it's across from Yondu. She looks up at him in confusion when he asks her to set the cat on the floor. The cat in question wanders toward her and gives a soft mew before sitting and setting to washing its face.

"...This cat?" Cissie asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you allergic or something?"

If he's allergic, coming to an event at a cat cafe seems like a silly decision.

Oh, yeah, that's some grade-A distraction Nida notes as he sits down across form a strange looking man with a strange light at his temple. He doesn't even mind as another cat, a simple looking orange tabby, alights in his lap and he starts stroking behind the ears.

"Not used to cats?" he asks.

"Careful... Careful," Yondu emphasizes, holding up his hands when the flerken chooses to wander over to her and do its damndest to be adorable. Yondu sees you, villain!

"That ain't a cat. It's a Flerkin. Now, I reckon not all o' these are your standard Terran felines. I don't know much about those anyway. But that'n? Surely ain't. Look real close at its tongue when its lickin' itself an' you might start seein' what I mean."

He's managed to lean back in his chair a little during this entire warning spiel.

Well, it helps when it isn't a first impression. The man she almost bumps into turns around and smiles at her, warm and fond. And, of course, amused.

"Now that doesn't look like the grace I saw you using when you and Squall danced at the Graduation Ball."

[Well now that was interesting. David barely even sat down when there was a question. Hadn't even had a chance to get into his latte or scone.]

I'm guessing that wasn't on the cue cards. Where was the last place you saw it?

Cats. Of course it's cats. But David just tries to take it into stride. He's a dog person and he'll live with that. Still, he settles down at a table and flips up his first cuecard. Maybe a little by the cards this time, because last time... Last time he went to a NAP session, he ended up out, taking too much time with partying with a friend.

Whoops.

He does smile up at the person that sits across from him.

"Afternoon. You want the first question, or should I?"

Squall is super sure normal cats don't have tentacles stretching out of their mouths. But this orange tabby sure does. One very gross, very large (how does it fit inside the cat??) tentacle that's currently wrapped around Squall's ankle as he half-drags the clingy creature over towards his newly-arrived girlfriend. A couple other cats (a cyclops and one that looks like it was recently electrocuted) seem to have taken to him too as they trail after him.

"I'd worry about spilling them on these... cats." The 'cats' is added rather reluctantly. In the meantime, he's just going to casually rest a hand on the small of Rinoa's back so she doesn't bump into any more people.

He shakes his foot to see if it'll dislodge the cat but nope. Still there. He looks miffed as he wonders if it's actually safe to be in a cat cafe.

"I've never been this close to one," he says to the newcomer, bringing one hand up to stroke the cat - the cat stops to enjoy this, arching under his hand before nosing at his face again. "They're friendlier than I thought." Beat, and he adds, half-serious, "And have more tails."

And then it decides it's done with Connor's face and climbs off the table entirely onto his lap, where it starts to knead at his leg with its front paws in a very determined fashion. Connor frowns down at it for a moment.

"My name's Connor, by the way," he says, looking back up. "This was supposed to be a networking event, right?"

Not a 'pet cats and be confused about it' event.

[That's... Connor doesn't pretend to know cat anatomy, but he probably doesn't have to to know that's not right.

He's still staring after the cat as he sits down, holding a coffee an employee gave to him without listening to him protesting he doesn't actually drink.]

Uh... [Someone's getting straight to the point.] I'm Connor. And yes, but as someone else was carrying it, it's probably not yours.

[He's helping!] Did you lose it on the way here?

Tim hasn't really attended any of these "meet your new neighbors" events. He should probably be more friendly, but he's stubborn enough that the idea of forced "speed dating" style introductions makes him want to dig in his heels and stay away. He wouldn't be at this one, except that, having missed the last one, he's actually scheduled to be here. By his job. Even though this has nothing to do with any kind of tech support, and there are apparently cats everywhere. There's even one in his lap that won't seem to leave him alone, no matter where he goes in the cafe.

He looks down at the card in front of him. "'Share one interesting fact about your home!' Are they serious?" He rolls his eyes and tosses the card back to the table.

Rinoa casts a look over her shoulder toward Squall and for a moment, pauses when she sees his expression. He doesn't appear to be having a good time. And to be fair, the pause in how he calls them is warranted. Strange little things they are, right?

She takes a long drink from her cocoa before she finds words to speak up. And then: "I guess you're right, but somehow I think they could take it. To be fair, I have yet to see any of them go for it, so maybe they don't like chocolate?" Or maybe it's kind of like Angelo where one isn't supposed to be feeding chocolate to animals.

"Let's go sit. You can bring yours with you. I'm sure he just wants some pets!" Leave it to her to have an interest in just petting animals. The initial arrival might have been a strange one, but meeting new faces in a cat cafe? That is super cool.

"Oh, come on."

Rinoa manages to come to a stop without swaying too much. It's clear with how she's been eying the ground that she probably hasn't been paying a lot of attention to where she's going. But she can't help it, okay.

"That's unfair. At the inauguration, there weren't cats all over the place. I don't wanna step on them!" But when she looks up to Nida, she's all smiles. "Hi."

“I don’t know. You sure picked up the lion cub fast enough,” he immediately teases. And she’s been graceful through it too, in spite of the two of them bumping into Nida and his own dance partner.

But she doesn’t need to know, nor does Squall for that matter, that he had front row tickets to that. He’ll save her childish tongue sticking out for another day.

“Flow with the cats. Move when they move. It is it’s own kind of dance.”

Cue cards?

[ Oh yeah, he does have those, doesn't he? He picks them up and frowns at them. ]

Where are you from? Huh.

[ That's kind of a boring question. Anyway, back to the backpack. back. pack. ]

The last place I saw it was on my back. Then I was in this weird place, and no backpack! And nobody seems to want to talk about it, either. Everyone's been acting highly sus if you ask me.

[ This last said in the tone of one saying "I'm on to you, mister." ]

Oh.

[ Dang. That's disappointing. But hey, at least somebody is finally answering his questions! ]

I guess I must have. I know I had it before the temple with that Head guy...

Ah.

[David sighs, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Another one of these situations.]

It’s gone then. People arrive here without stuff sometimes. Stuff they had on them. My roommate lost his sword. Something in charge here doesn’t want us having stuff. It is, as you said, suspicious.

What fresh hell was this?

Seriously, as he flipped through the cards he just sighed some. The man himself was in a simple outfit, grey on grey... on black. Cargo pants, with a hoodie, and a long trench coat over that. Who cares about the heat if their was any. Not this guy, he liked being as covered as he could. He was far to pale with glowing red eyes, and dark shaggy hair, which was half hidden under the hoodies hood.

His claw like nails flipping the cards around. He should have skipped this. He really should have, but really, what else did he have to do? He was off work today and he was supposed to be here as a new resident.

"Who writes these stupid questions." He grumbled to himself in his thick Grecian accent.

"You're definitely at the networking event, Connor," Nida promises as he settles in with his drink. He's very comfortable here, and he doesn't mind what he's got going on.

"Nice to meet you, Connor. I'm Nida. Where are you from?"

[Connor frowns a little.]

So you didn't come to the city with it at all?

[Wait, just to establish things...] You came the same way I did, right? Woke up in a temple, then met the... The Head, the AI, who told you you're going to live here for a year, they need our DNA?

[Connor sounds highly ironic about 'DNA'. He doesn't exactly have any of that.]

Awww. I've had that backpack like forever...

[ The princesses made it for him after he lost his old one fighting the Lich the first time around. Also it was full of random crap, and snacks. ]

I bet that Head guy has it... and probably all of everyone else's stolen junk too! Maybe if we ask really nicely he'll give it back?

Hey, yeah, he did say something like that!

[ Now they're getting somewhere. He has no idea where, but progress is good. Thank Grob Connor is an expert. ]

What's this DN-whatsit stuff, anyway?

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