˗ˋˏ * ☆ ˖ ° 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 .
@fazdrum liked for a starter from Moony! 💙
It was afterhours. That alone would have made it strange that they’d just heard someone call for them by name, but curiously, it didn’t sound like a straggler, or any of the human employees. The Plex itself had just closed for the night, and everyone would have gone home by now… the Daycare had been closed for a few hours as well, so who…?
Ah. From their little ledge they crawled onto to inspect, they spotted her immediately. Right at the front of the Daycare’s double doors stood Rani, in all her royal, striped glory… though she seemed to be holding something quite close to her as she furthered herself into the main area. Either way, Moon would leap their way down into the ballpit, and quickly resurfaced by crawling onto the bridge that connected to the main floor. From there they would stand up, and cross their arms as they made their way over to her.
“Rani, over here.” Moon stopped advancing after a bit, not wanting to potentially frighten her by suddenly appearing beside her. Their eyes would be plenty bright to see from there, thankfully. “What is…”
A… ah? Whatever she was cradling, it was… moving, and… making… little… sounds.
Someone had… left their… infant behind…
“…Mm.” Would be the only sound that Moon would make. A noise of acceptance, of utter disappointment… and, perhaps, a hint of bewilderment. Moon could wonder all they wanted how something like this was even possible, but… they knew painfully that they would never get any answers.
A sigh. A very large, long, drawn-out sigh that could have very well been heard throughout the entire Daycare… and then, finally, they would look at her. If she gazed carefully, she might have been able to see the physical pain in their features. Well, so much for their patrol; their childcare duties had been promptly extended for the rest of the night, it seemed. Carefully, their arms would be extended expectantly for the infant’s impending delivery to their care.
“…Where did you find it.”
The more time went on, ticking ever closer to midnight, the more restless became a feline left to simply watch and wait, to see if the guardian assigned to the tiny human being within her sight would show their face. Not that there was not plenty to do, entertaining the children assigned to her, making sure no one strayed too far from the Fazcade they found themselves in.
Of course, a report was issued and ongoing, authorizing the Passes in the first place, but what else was there to do ? Inaction does not suit the King, she has found. Like a searing itch it settles ‘neath protocols upon protocols, burning away at everything that tells her to just wait.
Staff came to take a look, and then someone tried to take the child— her kitten. The next moments are missing amidst artificial memories, leaving only the sudden thrumming of a cooling unit as various warnings flashed across her vision. Familiar colors and voices, but they did not match the guardian in her database. If you do not match the database, you are not getting her kittens.
What relief amidst the unfortunate it is when the it chimes midnight and His Majesty can finally take action, do what she is meant to, and carry a tragically abandoned bundle of life to the one place in this gargantuan building where her machinery rests easy at the prospect of leaving a child.
As she steps past the Superstar Daycare’s wooden doors and onto padded floors, internal clock and schedule alike tell royal feline there may not be a caretaker in attendance at this moment, and something twists inside her at such timing, but quickly settles when own call for attention receives all too familiar sound of plastic balls in response.
There lies an unspoken respect for movements that are almost silent even to hearing as sensitive as hers, but she dwells not on such unimportant things. Instead, the tiger moves ‘pon the call of her name, following voice and scarlet glow alike.
❛ Fazcade, inside one of the strollers at approximately 10:23, ❜ it comes as though rehearsed, a stiffness to her voice and posture alike ( except a clawless finger currently entertaining the infant ), ❛ staff was notified and I provided the kittens in my care with complementary Fazcade Passes to stay within the area, but as of now no inquiries have been received. ❜
And when her sight finally falls onto their waiting arms, there is a pause.
A subtle twitch of her fingers, burying into the soft fabrics around the child and tightening her hold for but a near imperceptible fraction. An agitated swish of her tail and she dismisses another warning, instead reminding herself whom she is speaking to. She knows this animatronic, by database and experience alike. This is not the first time the King has come here. So why are her joints fighting against the very idea of handing them this infant ?
She reminds herself that the Moon was made for this, that they would never harm a child. If there is place for such a terribly human thing as trust ‘neath all her metal frames and electric wires, it would be for them.
The moment passes and Maharani is stepping into lunar attendant’s space to gentle as ever place the bundle of life into their arms, making sure it is secure before removing her arms with the exception of the hand it is still holding onto, unwilling to needlessly risk upsetting the little thing.
❛ I am not equipped to handle children under the age of four,❜ gone is the stiffness of official reports and mechanical duty, returning His Majesty’s voice to that of the confident tiger she is, though a trickle of concern settles ‘pon the edges of her words as brows furrow lightly. ❛ Do you have what you need for its care ? ❜ a beat, emerald gaze lifting to their own. ❛ I have clearance to procure any lacking supplies. ❜