Author’s Notes: The tulip kitten, Aniseed, was the result of Agent Grace Leon using one of her inventions to analyse a broken CAD. She (Aniseed, not Agent Grace) was then offered up for adoption and has now found her forever home with the Radioactive Moss Creature.
The Elrond/Picard slash, being refereed to, actually exists and is called Sons of the Stars. It can be found on the Über Pit of Voles. No, I will not post a direct link, and you can’t make me.
Disclaimer: The PPC belongs to the marvellous Jay and Acacia; I’m only playing in it. Mittens and the Radioactive Moss Creature are mine.
Agent Mittens, Agent Radioactive Moss Creature and the latter’s pet, the tulip kitten Aniseed, were all sitting in the Cafeteria, eating. The RMC had a large glass, containing a blueish-greenish liquid, and was drinking from it with a straw. The other agents in the Cafeteria eyed the glass with suspicion. They would have been relieved to learn, that this was not the Cafeteria experimenting with slush-ice, but a liquified version of the stuff the Flowers lived on.
Aniseed was sitting on the table. Her food was placed in a small ceramic bowl, decorated with a cute drawing of a cat, and was the same stuff, only less liquified, giving it a texture not unlike canned cat-food.
Mittens didn’t need to eat, but could do so recreationally and had chosen to join the RMC for lunch. He was having lasagne and was liking it very much. This was definitely in his top-five of favourite foods; which wasn’t at all strange considering that he had only tried about a handful of different foods in his whole life, and they had all been from the Cafeteria.
The pair of them drew some looks from a couple of the other diners. Well, actually it was only the RMC. Mittens probably couldn’t have drawn any looks, even if he had streaked through the Cafeteria, painted urple with polkadots and yelling ‘prelicence overpolemical glaziness’ at the top of his lunges. He was just that kind of person. But even at HQ, with its mixture of every kind of beings imaginable to fiction, a Radioactive Moss Creature was something you didn’t see every day.
“How does it … Can it even use the gadgets?” one of the diners mused, looking at the RMC’s large clawed front-paws. The agent was actually trying to find a neutral topic of conversation; to find out whether or not her partner was still mad at her for screwing up on their last mission.
Her partner raised an eyebrow. “From what I’ve heard, those two are conscientious and thorough and they haven’t gone mad yet. That is all we can wish for in our colleagues.” She did not add ‘and hands or no hands, I bet it would never forget to put the exorcism bell and candle back in the backpack, leaving its partner to exorcise Lord Elrond and Captain Jean-Luc Picard, using one of those Santa-figurines that lights up and plays Jingle Bells whenever something moves’ but from the tone of her voice, she might as well have. “Anyway,” she continued, “if you think something without hands can’t do its job properly, why are you saying it to me? Shouldn’t you be upstairs informing the Flowers of your concern?”
“All-right, all-right, no need to get upset. I was just thinking out loud. And when it goes on missions, it probably goes in human disguise anyway.”
Her partner smiled a wide and false smile. “See? I knew we would see eye to eye on the matter.”
The first agent nodded. Now she just wanted to acknowledge that the other was right and end the conversation. She obviously hadn’t been forgiven.
Back at the first table, oblivious to the discussion, the two agents and the kitten had finished their meals and were getting up to leave. Aniseed climbed onto the back of the RMC and started kneading its back, pulling the moss with her small claws and purring with a sound not unlike a drunk guy sawing in a piece of wood. They waited while Mittens walked up to the counter to return the now empty plates, compliment the food, which made the woman behind the counter beam with pride, and receive a huge pack of premium bacon to feed the minis back in the Response Centre with.
With all that taken care of, they left the cafeteria and started the walk back to RC #170.
“Would be nice with a cup of chai, when we get back,” Mittens said. He was actually just trying to distract himself from paying attention to where he was going, by thinking about chai tea, but somewhere the Ironic Overpower heard him and smiled. Not a nice smile.
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