[AU]The Catpack

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

What happened the night before? Casper nor Jasper had the slightest of clue as the sibling started to stir awake around the same time. Their heads were pounding, their bodies ached, and they were pretty sure the room they were currently in was not their own. No, this room was most certainly not their room or anyone's room that they knew of. Jasper was the first to slowly sit up, looking around the room and figuring out that it was a room in a love hotel. Neither of the siblings had ever been to one before but they both knew what they looked like because of anime.

The room was one of those fancy love rooms that were decorated in such a way that there was no denying what the room was intended for. They were even lying on a giant heart shaped bed, and it was not just them on the bed. Jasper and Casper were currently lying in the same bed with Franck, a guy they didn't know, and a cat. All of them having apparently fallen asleep together spooning on the bed in a sort of row across the bed. Casper moved to get out of the bed, careful to move his spooning partner as he got off of the bed.

The siblings were all fun for sleeping around and having a bit of fun but by all that was right in the world they hoped that they did not end up sleeping with Franck, this unknown guy, and a cat. "I...fear trying to figure out why we are here and what happened last night." Jasper let out a groan as he lay back down and went back to spooning whoever was in front of him, even pulling the guy or feline closer to him without a care. "I fear if we stole this stuff." Casper said as he looked at several things that were also in the room with them.

There was a basket of kittens, that were all curled up sleeping, one of those ultra large teddy bears, and a few other things that really didn't belong in this room. Not that any of this made any sense at all.

((Tag: François Laffont, Humphries, & Jack McCarthy))

[Humphries]

Consciousness came slowly to Humphries and he tried to work out why his head felt strange and his neck felt mostly bare. He shifted, soon finding that he appeared to be on a bed with no one he wanted to be on a bed with. The cat also felt something strange in his mouth, so he turned and did some hacking and spitting until a lemon popped out. Humphries stared at it for a while, trying to figure out why on Earth he would possibly have a lemon on his mouth. And why his butt felt a little... chilly.

Humphries turned, seeing that most of his rear had been shaved completely off, leaving his naked cat butt hanging out in the air. He supposed he might be able to work his power to regrow it or something, but he hadn't really tried that in a while. Humphries turned and looked around, seeing that what appeared to be a pair of twins were already awake. Humphries could see another young man that looked a little familiar, but not anyone that he was intimately familiar with...

... and Jack McCarthy.

Humphries let out a meow and hopped away. He soon heard some answering feline noises and trotted over to look at what appeared to be a basket of kittens. He barely stuck his nose in before turning to the gathered males on the bed, letting out a meow of pure denial.

[François Laffont]

In all of his life, Franck had only been drunk twice. Well, to be fair, the first time, he was more tipsy but it had the advantage, or disadvantage, of him actually remembering all the stupid things he did. This time, he barely even remembered that he drank. He did, that he knew. What happened after that however was in a total blur.

It was warm when his brain slowly emerged from slumber. But then there was movement and not as warm anymore. He groaned, not liking this. Somehow, his brain made him think he was with the twins. Why? He couldn’t tell but that sure wouldn’t be too bizarre. It wasn’t like it never happened before. The bed, he assumed it was a bed, felt weird. Was that silky sheets? Wow, the twins got silk sheets! Wait a minute. As that thought popped in his head, he opened his eyes. Bad idea. There was some light and he groaned, which probably an even worse idea since now his foggy brain seemed trapped in a C-clamp or something. Could dizziness make you want to throw up? Because, aside from feeling really tired, and sore, and heavy, Franck now had the desire to throw up.

Franck tried to sit. He was not awake enough to notice anyone in the bed with him or his surroundings. He just realised another part of his body ached. And that he had no shirt. Where it was, he had no idea. It would appear he had no shoes nor socks either. At least he had pants. He could feel the fabric wrapping his legs. Except it was not jeans or anything he owned. These pants were covered with glitter. Did he let Frank style him? He pulled them down a little, to look at the source of his new pain. There, on his hips, there was a tattoo. “What? Oh...” he held his head. Bad idea to talk.

Maybe it was time to look around. He was on a bed alright, though nothing he would ever have thought to lie on. And the twins were there, so it wasn’t entirely scary. That is, until he noticed another guy and... The room was a mess. He could see a bunch of cats and a giant plush toy and some bottles scattered around. And also... “What’s that?” he asked anyone who could answer as he pointed at this weird creature hanging from the ceiling lamp. Though the question he really was asking himself was what happened last night. And then another, did he really want to know?

[Jack McCarthy]

“Oh good. You guys are up!” A voice from the other side to the room shouted sounding uncommonly cheerful considering the condition of the owner. And what was the condition of Jack Mccarthy.

Well he was ducked tape to a wall lets start with that….

On the other side of the room Jack was currently in the strange position of being suspending against the wall with rolls and rolls of tape covering his wrists pinning down his wrists and the same story goes for his feet keeping him nicely pinned against the wall, but like the others he too bared the marks from the night before namely he was wearing nothing but his spiderman boxer shorts –It had spider man on it! It was way better then normal underwear- and appeared to be covered n a light yellow sticky fluid commonly known as honey and a black eyepatch was covering his left eye.

Oh and his hair was cut into a large Mohawk. That was a thing too

“It’s about time you guys woke up I’ve been awake for hours ever since the bear came out of the bath room.Oh right, Yeah there’s totally a giant grizzly. It woke up with the whole big scary bear thing it had going on. It wandered into the room from the bathroom and sniffed me and I was covered in honey.. So yeah long story short: Bear tongues feel like sand paper” Jack nodded being quite calm about the entire situation despite the bizarre circumstances. “So yeah. The bear is in the bathroom…Hey here’s a question, Why is there a bear in the bathroom? Why I’m I covered in honey AND WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY HAIR!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO IT! YOU MONSTERS!

Well so much for calm

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

Everyone else in the room started to stir awake. The cat going over to the box of kittens; who the twins were so going to assume that he was the father of. Franck was looking good as ever as he seemed to be taking the hangover pretty bad. Then there was that other boy, who was tapped to the wall and spotting about there being a bear in the bathroom. What. The. Hell. Happened? The siblings shared a glance with one another, trying to silently work out the situation and well what their roles were a part of it all. They didn't feel like they had done 'the do' with anyone in the room but they did feel sore. They were already doing a search over one another to see if they had any kidneys removed or anything.

"Alright, so clearly. This is the result of us going to a party and having drunk something that had a ru-ruf...brother, what’s the word?" Jasper started to work up his theory but was struggling with the word he was looking for. "Ruffe." Casper gave him the word and Jasper nodded. "Right, that word. So yes clearly that was what happened and they dropped us off here with a whole bunch of random stuff for us to freak out." Jasper said, trying to make it seem like it was no big deal. "I would buy that, if there was not the whole things that are in this room. "Clearly, the cat over there got his freak on and those kittens are his. The stuff bear was obviously stolen by someone in this room. Then the real bear probably came in here to get it one with the stiffed bear, but then somehow that guy on the wall ended up there with honey on him, so clearly the bear got it on with him." Casper explained part of his theory.

"But who puts honey on a guy? Like he into that bestiality stuff? Plus with the cat, whoever the mother is popped them out pretty fast and clearly our cat friend was not planning on paying child support so she dropped them off with their dad." Jasper said, now speaking to his brother. "Also, theses tattoos are lame." The brothers said together now, speaking to the group. They pulled down their pants to show everyone where the tattoos had ended up on them and it was right above their groins.

[François Laffont]

Franck’s mind was filled with questions, making him wonder if he knew anything at all. What happened to his clothes? How did he get this tattoo? Why was there a cat and his kittens, a sloth, plushies and apparently a bear in the room? Why was a man taped to the wall? Why didn’t they tape his mouth? Why was he in a heart-shaped bed and, most importantly, what did he do in that heart-shaped bed? Who was Casper and who was Jasper here? At some point, those questions even started to blur with each other, ending up with something like why is there a man yelling about a taped bear holding a basket of kittens?

Franck groaned. The bathroom. He wanted to go to the bathroom and throw up. Except he couldn’t because, if he believed this loud man, there was a bear inside. He didn’t want to get mauled by a bear while vomiting. His head hurt so bad, he barely got what the twins were saying. “Can someone shut him up?” he asked, obviously referring to the taped guy.

Everyone seemed to be trying to explain what happened. Well, Franck might have an answer to one of those many questions. “I think I might have...” he said, showing some of the golden and sticky substance that was left on his left hand. “Though I have no idea why.” And on that, he dropped on the bed again. Could someone kill him already? He felt like dying right now. When he lifted his head again, it was to see the twins pulling down their pants. “I’m in no mood for that,” he let out, his voice muffled as he put his head back against the sheets. He didn't bother to notice they were showing the tattoos they had, similar to his. He slid his way to the edge of the bed then very slowly started to stand up. He wobbled his way to the other guy. Even up close, he couldn’t remember him. He pointed a finger in his direction. “I don’t know who you are, but I’m sorry.” And on that, he worked on pulling the duct tape off.

[Humphries]

The twins apparently had started trying to work through things, much to Humphries' chagrin. He turned as he heard them talking, his tail flicking with some annoyance. The kittens would have been perturbing enough without all the added stress of dealing with these idiots. Oh, and McCarthy apparently had a bear in the bathroom.

Humphries's head actually hurt slightly, which had him wondering if someone had attempted to get him drunk. He was fairly certain that was actually possible, though he hadn't actually tried before now. Before meeting most of the people at Bellefonte, he hadn't really found a particular reason to indulge himself. Now though, now he could understand.

It made him more irritable though, and so he let out a particularly throaty, growly, meow as the twins insisted that the kittens were his. He licked back with a paw at the box and stepped forward, clearly getting away from it. He looked over his shoulder, then trotted toward the bathroom, sniffing. Yes, definitely a bear. Humphries curled up and studied the door for several seconds.

Then something occurred to him: phones. Humphries turned and meowed, trying to wave his paws. Realizing that they probably wouldn't get that, he hopped up to a phone laying by the bed, glad that they at least had that. He rubbed his head against it, meowing and looking around the room. Surely someone had a phone. Either that, or they needed to look on the internet, because a group of strange men and an intelligent cat having a raucous good time should have about a billion hits on the MeTube or whatever.