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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?!"

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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.

"OH HEY! Claudia cried, obviously happy that someone had heard her. She's so happy that she doesn't even recognize the guy at first. "So you're probably wondering what's goin' on, right?? Weeeeeeeeell... It was an accident, and now," she points down to the ball of fur with teeth. "Furball of death is trying to eat me!"

She suddenly stares at the guy and grins, "Hey! I KNOW you! I saw you na- I saw you when I woke up here!"

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.

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.

"Hey you don't have to tell me twice! It tried to eat my ankles!" She grinned, stepping back - though at the same time she was able to watch him try to catch the furball of death.

And really, what way is she suppose to look at you Peter? She's seen you nekkid after all!

And see? This is Claudia scowling at you teen-aged batman!! "Hey! What're ya laughing at?! It has sharp teeth!"

"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."

"A ball of fur with sharp teeth, dude!" Claudia corrects. "What was I suppose to do? STEP on it?"

"I'd say punt it like a soccer ball," he said, then started laughing again. Which really, he needed a laugh right now.

Claudia's kinda pouting now. "I was never good at sports, and soccer? Yeah dude, no. Seriously, it tried to eat my ankles!"

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.

"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."

"No! It wants to eat me," Claudia pouts a little before glaring down at the furball. "I think it's evil in the form of a furball."

Claudia was totally cool with the furball being offed. It had tried to eat her ankles after all!

But the guy who offed it? She's currently ignoring batboy. Seriously.

She offers Peter a big grin. "Thanks, dude." Yep he's dude. Since she really doesn't know his name. Even after she finds out his name, he might still be dude.

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.

"Because it tried to eat my ankles for it's snack!" Claudia explained. "I think the only reason I'm safe is because it can't climb."

"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.

"Weeeeeeeeell, you see... I kinda ACCIDENTALLY knocked something over and poof! There was this seriously cute little fur ball looking up at me with sad eyes. I went to pet it and it snapped at me dude! Like snapped!! And then it tried to eat my ankles!" Claudia explains.

"And that is how I ended up here."

Jamie's found a protrusion of some sort on the walking stick, and frowns. Very carefully, he sets the item back where he found it, making sure it doesn't fall over.

"Maybe it doesna like to be petted, so it snapped at your dude." There's a pause, and then he looks up at Claudia with a puzzled expression. "What's a dude?"

"Maybe," Claudia agrees reluctantly, but she's really holding out on the whole it wanted to eat her thing.

"At my WHAT?!" Claudia's actually giggling now. Wow, where was this dude from anyway?! "Umm, a dude? Well dude is another way to say hey man, or... You call someone a dude when you don't know their name or... Sometimes you call your friends dude too..."

Jamie narrows his eyes slightly at the giggling, but at the three different explanations, he's back to looking puzzled. "Oh. Aye, that." He tries very hard to make it sound like he has a clue as to what she actually means, but may not actually succeed.

Instead, he spies what looks like a robe, and uses that as a distraction. "Maybe this'll work," he murmurs half to himself as he starts yet another meticulous inspection of the item.

To Claudia, he says, "Dinna worry, lass. I'll not let the beastie eat your ankles."

LASS?!?! Seriously?! Ugh. "Thanks dude," she sighed, peering back over the locker. "Umm what are you looking for?"

You use dude, he uses lass. He's wearing a kilt over his plantsuit, which might be part of the reason, as well. At least he doesn't add "ie" to the end of it.

"Ye can call me Jamie," he says, a bit distractedly. "And I'm checking for lasers." Yes. Lasers. In a robe.

"My name's Claudia," She tells him. OK, so maybe she'll actually call him Jamie and not dude. She'd have to see about it.

"Oooo! Lasers?! Kick@ass! Seriously? What for?" Lasers? Oh yes, you've totally caught her attention now!!

"It's nice to meet ye, Claudia," he says, sincerely. That little smile he had before when he first showed up is back, and grows a touch at the obvious enthusiasm for lasers.

"It's not as exciting as ye might think, but I thought perhaps if I could hold off yon wee beastie, ye can get down. It's just that ye never know what in here might have a laser in it and ye canna be too careful."

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