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Saphira ([personal profile] onceadragon) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-11-11 04:15 am

Fuzzy Dangerous Things - Open

Bored and seriously needing a way to distract herself from knowing her world was gone, Claudia had decided that the ship did indeed warrant more exploring. Blah blah blah, she'd heard the warning of not exploring on one's own. But C'MON! The ship was pulsing and was fleshy and all around ew! How'd they just expect her to sit around???

Walking a little bit further, and realized that she must have stumbled across the Weapons and Possessions locker. Grinning, she peeked inside and seeing that there was no one else inside, sauntered in and looked around with wide eyes.

"Dude no way!" she squealed her gaze falling on various objects that she recognized from various movies and video games she'd played.

"Sweeeeeeeeeet!" Man, Artie would go nuts in this place! Her eyes widened as she slowly walked around the room, her fingers trailing along various objects and her mouth seemed to be twisted up in a perma grin. This was waaaaaaaaay too cool!

Hearing a noise behind her, Claudia suddenly spun around and her elbow caught the edge of a cage -sending it crashing to the ground. Wincing, she looked around, hoping that no one had heard the sound. Well since no one had come barreling in demanding to know what was going on, she seemed safe at the moment...

Or so she thought.... Until she heard a whimpering sound coming from around her feet.

Looking down, she smiled seeing what looked like a fuzzy ball of fur looking up at her with the most pathetic eyes she'd ever seen. "Awwwwwwwww! Aren't you cuúuuuuuuute?!" Claudia cooed and leaned over to pick it up. It looked oddly like Fizzgig from The Dark Crystal and awww! It was too sweet! But as she reached for it, the fur ball snarled at her and snapped at her with a row of very sharp, very pointy teeth.

"Hey! What the-" Claudia cried, snatching her hand back before the creature could latch onto it. "So NOT cute! HEY!" She squealed, jumping back as it snapped at her ankles. "AHHHHHHHHH!" She quickly scaled up one of the lockers as the ball of fluff decided that her ankles would make a most excellent snack.

Peering over the edge of the locker, Claudia scowled down at the furry thing. "Not cool! So not cool...." She sighed, her gaze drifting toward the door. NOW would be a good time for someone to actually come in. Nooooooooow would be good.... Or now... "Helloooooooooooooooo??? A little help here! Someone? ANYONE?!"

[identity profile] hero-medic.livejournal.com 2009-11-11 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
He had flown to the lockers quickly to see if any more medical supplies could be gleaned. He wanted a solid inventory. Then he heard a girl calling for help. Peter's instincts kicked in. He flew over and lifted her into the air, superman style, looking down at the .... things.

"What the...?" He looked at her, blushing as he realized this was the girl who had seen him naked earlier.

[identity profile] hero-medic.livejournal.com 2009-11-11 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
If embarrassment was an evolved human ability, Peter would be the most powerful meta on ship right now. He flew with Claudia a few feet, setting her away from the... thing, and quickly grabbed whatever could pass for a burlap sack.

"I'll see if I can catch it, just... Stay back." And stop looking at me like that, he thought, all of the blood seeming to have decided his face was the perfect place to situate itself.

[identity profile] hero-medic.livejournal.com 2009-11-11 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Peter began moving forward, when the fuzzball was offed by a... small... metal... bat?

Yeah, this ship was weird. At least the issue was resolved, however.

[identity profile] itsmynamenow.livejournal.com 2009-11-11 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Terry'd been thinking about putting the suit back into storage for a while. He wasn't totally sure, though, afraid that Stacy would take it away for an indefinite period of time. He'd been just outside of W&P, thinking it over, when he heard a girl shrieking inside.

He rushed inside, and, acting on instinct, threw a batarang at the fuzzy thing biting at the girl, not really hurting it, just knocking it away.

Then he realized what he just threw the batarang at. What the girl was shrieking about. Congrats, Claudia, a teen-aged Batman is now laughing at you.

[identity profile] itsmynamenow.livejournal.com 2009-11-11 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a ball of fur," Terry said between laughs. "Seriously, I don't think you could be attacked by a less threatening thing if you tried."

[identity profile] itsmynamenow.livejournal.com 2009-11-11 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd say punt it like a soccer ball," he said, then started laughing again. Which really, he needed a laugh right now.
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2009-11-11 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe it wants to play, aye?" That's coming from the doorway, where a young man with dark brown hair is leaning. He's smiling, just a bit.

"Although ye may want to be careful if ye do play with it," Jamie adds. "Those teeth look verra sharp."
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2009-11-11 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Jamie peers at the furball, studying it for a few moments. "Well, I suppose it could be," he admits. "Why are ye so sure the beastie wants to eat ye, though?"

He moves into the room, keeping a cautious eye on it. He's not convinced it's dangerous, but if it is, he'd rather know where it's lurking.
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2009-11-11 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"So what happened before it tried to eat your ankles?" Jamie looks around, and picks up what /looks/ like someone's walking stick. However, he is very meticulously looking over every single inch of the item in question - although he still does keep an eye on the furry bundle of possible evil.

"I didna see what happened, exactly." he adds helpfully.

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[identity profile] venominsilicon.livejournal.com 2009-11-11 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Gauron's returning to W&P at last, behind the wheel of a forklift loaded with crated-up heavy machine guns and rocket launchers - and this is what he comes back to. He might be irritated, if it wasn't so entertaining - and luckily, the door to the creature's cage still closes, so once he's got the forklift parked and manages to bat the thing back into its cage, it's just a matter of finding something to secure it with.

"If it broke the skin, you might want to go to the Medbay and get yourself checked." In his defense, he is managing not to laugh.

[identity profile] bluerose-knight.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
It's the shouting for help that gets Sparhawk's attention. It's not something that you hear very often on Stacey.

The knight is still wearing his armour, although it's been cleaned thoroughly. He'll take it off when he feels comfortable enough that something isn't going to try and eat him.

Which is exactly what the little furball is trying to do, although its teeth are having some problems with the steel.

"You called?"

[identity profile] bluerose-knight.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you need to go to the Medbay?" Sparhawk asks, concern flickering across his face, before he bends down to pick up the fuzzball with his gauntleted hand. "And what should be done with this thing? Unless, it happens to be another crew member."

Which honestly wouldn't surprise him. He's getting used to the non-humans, but he's sure he saw a hedgehog walking about. That wasn't usual.

[identity profile] bluerose-knight.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The fuzzball is currently attempting to chew through Sparhawk's finger, and the knight is regarding it warily.

"I suspect that if Stacey did not intervene when it tried to attack you, then it isn't a member of the crew. She's fairly strict about that."

He moves towards the cage indicated, detaching the fuzzy and trying to persuade it to go in the cage.

"I think many of us want out of here, but there's not much chance, or choice, in that."