trans_9 | Hunting Wee Beasties [Open]

It's one of those days where Jamie's found himself with free time and no idea how to spend it. He's already finished his shift in Engineering, there's not any training, and for once, he's not actually hungry. Neither the Sensoriums or the Media Library really sound appealing right now, which leaves...what?

Idly wandering the halls, he supposes. If only he could get into the TARDIS, he'd have something to do, but the Doctor was off who knows where and without the Time Lord around, he's stuck. Oh, sure, his old room was still in there, but what good did it do him if he couldn't get into it?

He's passing by Weapons and Possessions when he hears a noise that seems to be coming from just inside the door, and he stops to listen. It doesn't repeat itself, and he frowns slightly. Maybe he misheard. With a shrug, he's about to move on when it happens again - a faint *thump* this time, as though something in there had been knocked over. There's a flash of movement, just out of the corner of his eye. It looks for all the world like a small black and white cat streaking through the room, which is...unusual, to say the least.

That's enough to gain his full interest, and he slips inside in full 'creeping quietly' mode to see what's up. It's not exactly like he can hide that he's doing so from the hallway, however, and anyone else in the area may very well notice what he's up to.

(( OOC: Rachel is here as well as Jamie and will likely be joining in at some point. When exactly that will be...? Only ~~the Shadow~~ she knows. Enjoy! ))

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Oh, if only Jamie had any clue...but he doesn't. So, attempting to catch the cat it is. It's not a good angle to try for a grab just yet, so the Scot doesn't even make the attempt.

But he's still quite quick on his feet, and watching very intently to see where the cat is headed. Not only will the Highlander be able to get a good idea of what items are nearby that could prove useful, but he'll also be able to see how fast the cat can to move. That should give him a better idea of how he'll have to react in order to snag the wee beastie.

He's not chasing her-- normally she'd be happy with that, except that he knew his goal was to catch her. They-- but especially Marco-- were going to regret this.

Rachel scanned the room with her sharp cat eyes, trying to see if there was a good place to lose him. But she decided against it-- maybe she'd be able to get Marco back faster this way. The cat doubled back suddenly, from a different angle-- and shot up Marco.

Having already been the victim of one animal attack today - Marco wasn't exactly well prepared to deal with another. As Rachel clawed her way all over him, including over his already damaged hand, Marco yelped and tried to shake her off.

Muttering something in Gaelic under his breath, Jamie reaches down almost blindly and grabs up the nearest piece of clothing large enough that could be used to wrap around a cat. It's a shirt sized for a very large man...and is hideous. Giant orange, yellow and brown flowers cover the fabric in most spots, with a few hints of green and cream worked in. The fabric has a strange texture to it, almost more suited to a couch covering than a shirt.

It doesn't make much difference to Jamie. If he can get it around the cat, then he can try for a repeat of the otter incident. It worked before, so why not now?

< Hold still, > Rachel says to Marco. < Maybe it won't hurt as much. > After all, a stable thing to climb was much easier-- and therefore involved less claws. She perched on Marco for a moment, trying to hold fast to him, while staring over at Jamie with the atrocious thing he wanted to use to capture her.

< No way am I letting that thing touch me, > she said, half to herself, before she scrambled back down Marco and past Jamie's legs.

Marco stilled, not wanting to get even more cat scratched. When she paused on his shoulder though, he eyed her and seriously debated just tossing her off and seeing how she liked that. Rachel was off too quick for him to actually try anything, though.

"Guess I'm never going to think you're capable of anything, am I?" he said to Jamie, sarcastic.

Jamie pauses in the stalking of the cat at that comment, his mouth pulling off to the side in a not-quite scowl. "Aye, well, I've not had much practice lately."

He turns to scans the room to see if he can spot the beastie again, for a moment seeming like he's going to ignore Marco completely, but then he looks back over his shoulder at the other man. "At least I've not been attacked twice by these beasties in the last hour, unlike some people I can think of."

Rachel dove under the shelves again, hopefully out of sight, but she didn't move much further than that-- they could still possibly see her if they looked. < He's got a point, > Rachel taunted him privately. < I mean, you'd think that 'beasties' would love you, being one of their own and all. >

Marco glared, although not at Jamie - just in the general direction that he thought Rachel might have gone. He scowled he when saw her. "That otter was just insane, and clearly that cat is just your regular little psycho kitty," he said pulling a 'so there' expression at Rachel.

"Oh, aye, clearly." Jamie doesn't quite roll his eyes at the statement, but it's a very near thing. Obviously the otter was frightened and felt cornered, and the cat...well, if Marco hadn't insisted on Jamie going after it in the first place it wouldn't have decided to use Marco as a climbing post.

He's lost sight of the cat, and starts to look around to see if he can spot a glimpse of it. It has to be around here somewhere. Pity he didn't have any food on him, or he could try and lure it out that way.

"Tell me, you've not had any problems with that in the past, have ye?"

Rachel's cat bared its teeth to Marco at the 'psycho' comment. She'd have hissed, but that might have drawn too much attention to herself. < You want another go then, Marco? > she asked in thought-speak, instead.

She did enjoy the fact, at least, that Jamie was giving him crap too.

"You know, I think I have seen that cat before," Marco said, eyes narrowed. "I'm pretty sure I saw it running around attacking things at random. Better watch that kilt of yours, she might decide to try and kill it."

Pausing in his search, Jamie turns to look at Marco with a slightly confused expression. "I would have thought that someone would have said something if that was the case."

Maybe they did and he just missed it. If that's true, then he supposes it could attack his kilt, but why not do so earlier when it had a chance? The point is rather moot, anyway. Try as he might, he can't seem to find where the beastie's gotten off to.

"Aye, well. I'll not be able to find it in this lot without some help." And, since Marco's rather beaten up anyway... "Think I'll head back to the TARDIS. Maybe there's something in there I can use to find the beastie."

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