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Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, Friday

Rikku	Rikku bounced into her shift at the Wellspring Arms, humming a tune to herself. Kinda down about the baby being gone, but she was safe, and that was what mattered. And hey, work had lots of weapons. Weapons always kinda cheered Rikku up.
Worf	Worf entered into the store and nodded at Rikku. "Hello. Is the meditation room available?"
Rikku	"Youuuuuu betcha," Rikku chirped. "I think you're the only one who uses it, most days. Other than Cable. And I go in, sometimes, but not as often as I should. I should go more."
Worf	"You are welcome to join my group on Tuesdays," Worf offered. "If joining a group would be helpful to you."
Rikku	"That's okay," Rikku said. "I think maybe I'd be disruptive in a group. I kinda suck at meditating. ~~And the mun's head would explode.~~"
Worf	"Meditation is usually best done alone," Worf agreed. "However I would be willing to teach you the mok'bara individually if you so wished."
Rikku	"I might take you up on that," Rikku said, bouncing on her toes. "So is it helping? All of the meditating, I mean."
Worf	"It allows me to be more centered," Worf replied. "Especially when I run into... difficulties." He let out a small growl/sigh. "I'm beginning to think that the entity that sent me here is a foolish idiot that is addled in the head." Suddenly there was a chuckle. That seemed to come from no where. There was a flash of light and where Worf once stood --
Kitty!Worf	-- there was now a small black kitten. Worf looked down at his paws and mewed. //"This is not acceptable!"//
Rikku	Rikku blinked. Hey! She didn't know people could get kitten-zapped when they weren't getting it on! Fandom could be pretty educational. She hopped around the counter and knelt down. "It's okay, kitty," she said, reaching to scoop up the adorably grumpy little black cat. "You're okay. Who's okay?"
Kitty!Worf	//"Stop that,"// Worf protested/mewed. //"I am a warrior. Not a kitten. I live for the thrill of battle and hope to die with... DO NOT NUZZLE ME! I protest! Strenuously!"//
Rikku	"Awwwww," she said, cuddling him close to her chest. Even though he seemed to be fighting that. "It'll be all right, kitty. You'll change back in no time." Poor thing was meowing like crazy. Had to be upsetting to just change like that. Upset kitties totally got snuggles.
Kitty!Worf	//"This is humiliating,"// Worf protested and thrashed around. //"Put me down. I do NOT snuggle. I am Klingon!"//
Rikku	Upset kitties should probably get kisses, too. Little head scritches and kisses right there between their ears. Awwwww, kittens were adorable.
Kitty!Worf	//"STOP! DESIST! I AM NOT A KITTEN!"// Worf flailed. //"THERE IS NO HONOR IN HEAD SCRITCHES!"//
Rikku	There was plenty of honor in head scritches. And there were plenty of head scritches to go around.

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was open, and it was a fuzzy, cuddly kinda day.

(OOC: preplayed with the faboo

sonofmogh. ~~Tormenting~~ Modding the Worf!kitty is fine, so long as you remember he is grumpy and DOESN'T LIKE YOU, GRRRRRRR. Isn't that adorable?

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She's here! And probably mewing at the kitten. Who hates her. Awwww.

Bored and energetic, John found himself wandering into Wellspring Arms. "Rikku, ooh, new cat?"

"Hi!" Rikku said, bouncing on her toes. "Nope! I mean, he's not mine. He's pretty new, though, he was a student five minutes ago."

She flailed. "I wasn't making out with him! I thought that only happened when you made out with people!?"

"People turn into cats when you make out with them?" John raised an eyebrow. "Poor Reno must have a little kitty collar somewhere."

"It never happened with Reno," Rikku mused, chewing on her lower lip. "Just Jude. Making out, BOOM! Kitty. Uh. Not all the time. That would've sucked."

Which. It did, anyway, just -- less so.

"Oh! So just randomly," John nodded. "If I turned into a bunny every time I went to the park, I might be a little wary of trees and benches."

"Who is this cat, anywho?" John asked, looking down at the adorably cranky kitten.

"Yeah," Rikku said, slightly bitterly. "Yeah, you might."

Ah, memories.

"This is ... uh. Worf? Do you know him?" She gestured faintly to mime out a bumpy sort of forehead. "Comes in a lot to meditate. Seems kinda upset about being a kitty."

The Worf!kitty was actually upset about being a valiant Klingon warrior who kept being nuzzled by inferior incompetent humans, but Rikku didn't speak cat.

"Worf, my new friend from the gym!" John shook his head and made a face of understanding at the kitten. "I feel your pain, buddy. This is no state for a guy like you."

The Worf!kitty growled in a way that expressed his rage and humiliation at being a Klingon warrior who was currently trapped in the form of an adorable little kitty-cat.

It possibly sounded like a cranky kitty who needed his tum-tum rubbed. Those were the harsh realities of speaking kitten: nearly everything sounded like that.

"Awwwww, it's okay, kitty," Rikku said, reaching out for -- ooooookay, no tum-tum rubbing. Right. Totally.

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Meditation Room

Shooting Range

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