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[man_without_fear]

The front door opens a tiny crack, like it wasn't properly latched and has come ajar. A moment later a tiny nose pokes through, followed soon by a fuzzy head.

A cat, black and white with wide yellow eyes, peeks into Milliways, meowing to announce this new discovery, then slipping through the crack into the bar.

"No, no, no, no-- "

The door swings wide, pushed open by a man in a black mask, a box of kitty kibble in his hand.

He's too late, the cat makes a break for freedom and adventure, and Matt is left standing in the doorway trying to track the feline as it threads its way through the chaos of the bar.

"Damn it."

There is absolutely no way Claire is ever going to let him live this down.

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[oldmancreed]

It isn't long before the cat finds a friendly stranger, at least to animal types, is scooped up in one hand and placed on a large shoulder.

"You lost?"

He looks around the bar and spots the man at the door, appearing to be searching for something. He approaches.

"Missing something?"

[chime_ra_tilt]

Zelgadiss prides himself on his self-control, but some things even he can't resist.

"...Seems the cat's out of the bag," remarks the hooded figure at the bar, dry but mild. The person who spoke is human-shaped, however their skin is not skin, but pebble-flecked stone, and their hair chimes faintly when it moves, like metal wire.

[dreamingofelectricsheep]

Viv, still trying to determine if the bears are patrons or not, is distracted by a moment's burst of WiFi which cuts off as soon as the door closes. She tracks the movements of the cat, as much as she can, and once the man (a vigilante?) in within a normal speaking distance, she comments, "There are bears here."

She smells odd; plastic or polymers, but not overpowering to normal senses. Faint electronics, perhaps even sunlight, if such could be smelled. There are also many small moving parts within her, though they are quiet and pitched to be below that of a human's organs.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's at a table enjoying delicious fresh caf as he smells of dirty air created from manufacturing factory smoke, exhaust from various ships and vehicles, makers of street food and being in a place with too many species without enough space.

He's eating a plate of spicy chicken which the cat seems to be moving towards. When he looks down, he considers the small creature. "Are you looking for someone?"

[galen_erso]

There are already a number of cats that live here. Two of them, a black one and a red-and-white one, are observing the newcomer from beside the trilobite tank, near the fireplace.

[thewidewideworld]

There are pretty ribbons braided into the hair of androgynous blonde laying on the couch, ribbons that trail and move as the blonde plays on a little silver tipped flute. Ribbons that must be very tempting...

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Ganymede immediately takes off into the rafters as a cat approaches Bastion. Better safe than sorry, when you're dinner-sized to a domestic carnivore; prudence and an armed bodyguard are how he's lived this long.

The omnic themself glances upwards at their companion and then down to regard the cat with curiosity, as well as a faint servomotor hum when they swivel their head to trace its path backwards to the door. (In fact, every time they move there's a little whirring noise like that.) A human with an impractical-looking hat is approaching from a similar point of origin and holding a cardboard box emblazoned with a picture of a cat, so it's likely this is a misplaced pet.