PNPC Ens. S'Rrrrell - He's trying to kill me, clearly
Jess
(( Sensor Room - Deck 7 - USS Constitution-B ))
The computer complied and turned the temperature down to make it
more bearable. They peeked over to Motha and a little growl
escaped them, their tail twitching. With quick strides they moved
to the small nieche around the corner to the head and returned
with bowl that was usually used to drop your handheld things while
you were on the head. It was filled with water and they moved to
the Phylosian.
Motha: What are you planning to do?
S'Rrrrell: ::grumbling:: Hold still.
They reached out to pull some plants aside and poured the water
over the 'head' of their room mate and colleague.
Motha: If you are attempting to drown me, you will fail. I am a
plant. Also, I don't see you in any sort of romantic way if that
was an attempt at flirting.
S'Rrrrell: Don't flatterrr yourrrrself. I just don't want dead
leaves in ourrr quarrrterrrs.
As they turned to bring the bowl back into the head, they however
blink slowly - as long as that lesser catnip didn't see it, he
wouldn't know that they were pleased at least.
Motha: Then I shall extend my appreciation in a small modicum of
a way. Shall I get you water?
The Caitian stopped in their tracks keeping their back to him.
S'Rrrrell: That is not necessary.
Motha: I am able to hold your head under water to make sure you
get enough...I believe that is the way that other species drink,
yes?
They turned bown ears standing rigidly.
S'Rrrrell: Now it is you trrrying to drrrown me. We use ourrr
tongues to drrrink.
Motha: Ah. My mistake. Though you had to admit, it would be a bit
funny. What is the human phrase? Smell like wet cat?
S'Rrrrell: We may need to rrre-access yourrr idea of 'funny'.
Motha: Response
The console beeped and the Caitian was glad to have something to
focus on other than the heat and their roommate trying to figure
out how to kill them. Dramatic? S'Rrrrell? Never. They step up to
the console to have a look.
S'Rrrrell: The Chrrrondite prrrocess has completed. Minimal
trrraces rrremaining but the hull has been rrreverrrse magnetized
to keep the majorrrity off. Engineerrring is lowerrring the
temperrrature.
Motha: Response
S'Rrrrell: Sensorrr efficiency is rrraised to acceptable levels
within the Nebula. It could still be imprrroved, but we see morrre
than before.
Motha: Response
Commodore Jalana Rajel
Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
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