Ensign Marty Tucker - Purrfect

[Martin Tucker]

((OOC: This takes place before “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner))

((Room 0111, Deck 14, USS Ronin, Docked at Deep Space 33))

Single room no more he ushered Beck in along with his belongings. It was a load, but Tuck had no room to speak; he still had stuff stored in his runabout to decorate almost another room. Tuck, sadly, is a packrat, at least that’s what his parents called it. To him, it was a collection to be curated and added to. He was in love with the 20th century, shown with the Pearl Jam poster, signed and held in stasis (a gift).

Most of the decor was manageable on his side of the room. Besides the Pearl Jam poster, the only other thing hanging on his side of the bulkhead was his diplomas from Cal Tech and Starfleet Academy. Now, the Coos Bay was something entirely different.

Tucker took note that one of the boxes was moving.

oO Moving crate usually means pet, for the love of all that’s holy, no Targs. Oo

Beck: ::laughing softly:: Hey, hey, I know, I'm sorry you were in there so long.

It was a cat; cats were doable. He had one at home himself; he hadn’t brought him out yet because he was supposed to be on Denali Station until his orders changed. So he didn’t want to move the cat several times, at least, for now. The cat returned memories of repairing Commander DeVeau’s lights in her quarters; she had a cat too. A friendly one at that; it's a shame he didn’t see the cat again.

Life and times in Starfleet, he guessed. He looked over at Beck, who shot him an apologetic look as he gave the cat some love. 

Beck: I hope it's not a problem that I've got Alice here - she's quiet and clean, mostly keeps to herself unless she's feeling snuggly. Or when she's hungry, like she is now.

Tucker: ::waving him off:: No worries, it’s no home without a cat. 

The doctor went about filling a bowl and feeding the very hungry Alice. And as you should know you don’t keep a cat waiting.

Beck: Seriously, if it's an issue, I'm sure I can figure out different lodging for her - maybe V'Len'll be into us having a cat help with medical procedures in Sickbay.

Tucker: ::smiling:: Again it’s not a bother, she’ll be a welcome addition.

Beck: Mind if I take a shower and throw on something more comfortable before that drink?

Tucker: ::he cocked his head slightly:: How about dinner instead of a drink? Do you like Bajorn food by any chance?::he grinned::

Hopefully, he’d say yes; it would make things insanely easier.

Beck: Response

TBC/TAGS