Owner	Pose
Winifred Burkle	Fred has recovered from her ordeal, and finds herself...cleaning the lobby of the Hotel. It's not something anyone else ever does...Cordy is too good for such things, Wesley and Gunn never seem to notice the dust, and Angel clhersims it 'adds character' or whatever excuse he's using today. So it's left to poor Fred to tidy up. She has an unfortunate amount of experience tidying things in Pylea, but at least nobody's threatening to blow her up. They just...leave the task undone till it gets done. She's almost finished, by the look of it...
Spike	The mewing could be heard a mile away. Spike's up to his neck in adorable, fluffy, fuzzy, cute, oh so adorably amazing kittens. He's out here since, well, the kitten poker game was a few towns over. Spike's come here to drop the fuzzy little critters off with Angel. Kittens need a good home. Instead, on the drive over, his DeSoto turning into a giant cat car...carrier, he nearly hit everything when kittens decided to knead his lap. While going highway speeds. The fact one's poking its head out of his pokcet and purring happily's a giveaway. Spike's got two on his shoulders. One with claws firlmy, firlmy in hair. One settled in each pocket, and a group chasing his boots to mangle shoelacess. All in all, a dozen kittens.^R They are really too adorable. The dozen are the ones that are on, or chasing him. There's another half dozen in his arms. Spike staggers into the Hyperion and all but trips over kittens finally going for laces. They do, though spot everything and start going into curious little kitty mode, marking and scratching things to claim territory. Kitty Anonmyous just took over, apparently, as Spike sits on the desk, being rubbed against every single time he's moving. "Sodding hell" he sighs. That's when the marked cards fall out and go all over the floor. Spike's not about to risk cats using his backside for a good point to land on, thanks. Duster only does so much. So he's pretending the marked cars ain't there. Or that the kitties broguth them in. Or....no, he definitely didn't cheat. The fact he's got a bllack eye? Coincidence!
Winifred Burkle	Well, that's one way to distract a southern girl with a case of PTSD from mundane tasks like cleaning. Bring an army of cute. "Oh my god!" Fred runs over to pick up the nearest kitten on the ground. "They're adorable..." Naturally, the kitten seems pleased with Fred and headbutts her affectionately, completely unaware it was about to be someone's lunch before it...he as it turns out...was saved by the marked cards of Spike. Another kitten comes up and circles her leg, demanding affection, and Fred leans down to pet this cute little kitten too. Kittens, kittens everywhere, and Fred's mood appears to have brightened considerably. She appears to have forgotten that this is supposed to be a business, and forgets all about the business speel or that this might be a customer.
Spike	Spike's watching, trying not to giggle behind a hand. One. Men don't giggle. Two. Spike's got a reputation. And three. He's so totally filming this on his phone too, the cuteness alone is worth the filming. Plus Fred's reactions are priceless. Spike's got his phone so he can pretend to check it while videoing. One of the kittens climbs up on the counter and demands affection, Spike's petting while hiding a grin. This worked out way better. Way, way better than he thought. "Ren't they cute?" Spike asks with a grin, finally giving in to laugh. "I sort of found them." Yeah, right. Antything to save face and not admit he cheated at kitten poker. He so did. Marked cards and all. Spike though is amused. "I thought Angel could use company. I even was coming up with names for them, but swear words aren't good cat names. Little Shit isn't a good thing to call a kitty" Spike admits looking down to the one demanding affection. "So, Tommy it is"
Winifred Burkle	Oh, Angel! "Angel's out helping someone right now. Cordy had a vision, and off he went. They sort of left me here." And that suddenly reminds her. "Oh, yeah. Angel Investigations, we help the helpless." Though it's not usually people rendered helpless due to excessive cute. It's usually people rendered helpless by marauding demons. And then...oh, look, another kitten to pet, and the furball on the counter now gets attention. Theoretical customer aside, Fred seems lost in kitten world, as various balls of fluff want attention, but she only has two hands with which to pet them. So there's lots of mewing and purring from whichever two she happens to be petting at the time.
Spike	Spike shrugs, "Ah well I'll stick around here. My basement's out of power anyway. I sort of broke it by trying to wire things up. Buffy's going to kill m e since I tripped power to half the Hugo Building" Spike sighs, "Yeah, Spike's done it again" he admits and decides sure, pet more cute kittens. Fred has two hands. Spike has two. Four in total. That means more happy, mewing, purring kittens. Looking over the kittens, Spike grins. "You can stay here if you like, I've not enough room for you all and I don't think Willow or Buffy want all these kittns. Besides, you guys are getting a little attached" Spike nods with a grin, looking highly entrtained by all the cuteness. Looking over the fuzzy lot again, Spike finds a spot to sit. Kittens. Lap. Spike's invaded for a moment, til he starts putting kittens back on desks....and chairs, and...wherever they'll go. His own lap and chair, kitten free...for a second or two. The vampire can't catch a break. He may well end up adopting kittens after all.
Winifred Burkle	"I bet they'll want a kitten sooner or later. They won't be able to resist. I wonder if we should put them all on video..." She's still readjusting to the real world, but she's still very familiar with the power of cat videos and the power of going viral. It might be a great 'side job', when Angel Investigations isn't paying as much as it should. If she does it right, she might even exceed her income with the cat videos. But she can't film right now, because she's covered in kittens, and being licked and nipped at and kneaded by kitten claws, which hurt a little bit, but they're making her feel so good she barely notices.
Spike	Spike however, is totally filming. He's already got ideas for videos. The problem, is getting him to give up his phone to Fred, or the others. He likes his phone. But for the greater good. he'll do it. Spike sets his phone down having quit recording, and grins. "Anyone else here?" Spike asks. The subtext, ' can they film?' isn't spoken, but....it's not that far away, as Spike grins, "You know, f you guys got a Youtube account, and filmed, you'd get so much money. And...I'd like a share of it. Hey, I did bring the kittens" Spike muses with a laugh. A genuine laugh. Watching kittens is better than watching Passions, and that's not something Spike thought possible six hours ago. Instead. He's found new, furry and fuzzy friends. He's just, sort of, wondering how many he can tear away from this lot and take home. he's pretty sure Buffy would love a kitten.
Winifred Burkle	"Not right now. Angel took most of his team on that vision Cordy had, so now I'm here by myself." She doesn't sound like she's entirely sure how long they'll be gone, either. They could be gone for a long time, or not long at all. "It's a little lonelier than I thought it would be." But, there's kittens now, and the kittens seem to have taken her loneliness away through the power of overwhelming cute. Fred herself almost seems like a satisfied cat at this point, because the kittens have brightened her mood that much.
Spike	"You saying?" Spike asks, accent pure London lower class now. "You what, you saying these guys aen't helping?" Spike asks, waving a hand. Which gets it rubbed and nipped and licked and butted against. Such is the joys of cat life. Spike though sighs dramatically. "Look. You're not lonely, okay? I'm here. You're here. I brought cats. This" he says gesturing around. "Is not lonely." he adds. He's not voicing the thought that Fred's in crazy cat lady land. That'd get him hit. And because of this damned chip, he can't fight back. Lefty still haunts him....as Spike gets up. That's his chair claimed by two kittens who set about claining themselves. "Yeah thanks" Spike says. He'd sit on the desk, but...nah. Instead....Spike's just standing. Well, mostly standing due to shoelaces being mauled by little claws and paws
Winifred Burkle	"Well, time moves. Before you walked in the door with your army, I was lonely. Now...I'm not." Lots of feel good hormones from the feline armada, who continue to adorably roll around and play with eachother and demand petting and mew and purr and...all of it. And hey, if she's a crazy cat lady at the moment, well, being a cow in Pylea did make her a little crazy. But there's little evidence of that now, as if the furballs are somehow bandaging her mental wounds. At least for the moment. "A youtube account? Yeah, I think I'll do that. It's better than being alone in a great big hotel." Fred will probably go retrieve her laptop and camera as soon as she finds the willpower to get up from being awash in kittens.
Spike	Spike has his phone in hand and is recording. "See. I'm not all bad. Don't listen to Angel tell you I'm evil. I'm not. Would somebody evil bring kittens?" Spike asks posing the rhetorical question. Then h
Spike	Spike has his phone in hand and is recording. "See. I'm not all bad. Don't listen to Angel tell you I'm evil. I'm not. Would somebody evil bring kittens?" Spike asks posing the rhetorical question. The ne poses an actual one. "anything I can do to help?" he asks. Damn, Buffy's got him on this good guu thing. Patrolling with her. That's one thing. But. Bringing new friends, and cute adorable ones? Yeah, that's definitely slowly, every tiny bit, redeeming him. Still though, Spike checks for fuzzballs before sitting down, phone in hand. "I got some good footage here. Twitter here I come" Spike voices, with a grin. "After all, everyone loves cats" Spike sits back, legs crossed and relaxed, hands behind his head, eyes half closed. He's enjoying watching this. It's lifted his spirits. Spike's certainly happy with. bringing kittens here.
Winifred Burkle	"...Angel says a lot of things. He's still the one who rescued me, and he gave me a home here. I just...wish he was in that home more himself." Because right now, he's nowhere to be seen, off on whatever quest he was on, and Fred wasn't on that quest with him. She was here. The last time she saw him is when she was hospitalized by a Sentinel attack gone horribly wrong. Meanwhile, the kittens are putting on quite a filmable display, tumbling and playing and generally just enjoying their young feline lives on and around Fred.
Spike	Spike's filming. Oh, he's filming alright. He's got his phone pointed at the kittens, sitting back with a smirk. He's done good....in some way. Cheting at kitten poker? Bad. Bringing kittens here? Good. And oh boy, what a scene the kittens are making. Spike's not sure which to film first. So the phone's whirling around capturing kittens at...well, mobbing poor Fred. Spike's grinning now. A full on grin. He's enjoying this. But in the back of his mind, he's thinking, he's always staying a step ahead. Sure, he's helped Fred. But that's just a step on a journey. What he really wants....Spike can't easily get.
Winifred Burkle	However acquired, the kittens are bringing a lot of joy to Fred right now. Her eyes have considerably more light in them than they did before Spike showed up. Miraculous is the power of pets. And to think those demons were gonna eat 'em all. And yes, she's being mobbed, but she's also smiling and laughing and petting, and it's generally been one of her best days since escaaping Pylea. There's all sorts of filmable moments, including one kitten pouncing on another and riding him around, another kitten being 'pervy' and trying to sneak under Fred's sweater, (even if he really just wanted to be warmer), and carelessly using his claws a bit too much, drawing a bit of a red trickle. Another kitten jumped over Fred's head, for no apparent reason at all.
Spike	Spike laughs and watches with a shrug. "See. Kitten poker is totally legal" he muses and looks thoughtfully at the recordings. "See, cats make the best companions. Well. Except one, that is, but Spike's too caught p in the sheer joy of kittens. It's....contagiously infectious. If this keeps up he might even smile. Which would be rare, though Spike's a rare smiler. Though when he does....sure, he smiles. But it's few and far between. Kittens though? Yeah.
Spike	Five long, meow filled minutes later....Spike had got up finally. Looking to the kittens, he nods. "They're yours now" he says as a last few words to Fred. With that....he slips out of the Hyperion. There's shoelaces and bits of everything over the floor. Fred cleaned once. Sure. Now cleaning, with kittens running amok....that is going to be achallenge. Not that Spike cares. he's on his way home. Cat free, too. Win win for the british vampire