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[cognitive-array.livejournal.com]

Spot had, as usual, been wandering the halls, making the most of the large ship. She'd also been hunting for Data, a search thus far fruitless. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't here, just that she hadn't found him. So the small feline continued to hold out hope for his arrival. In the meanwhile, she would just have to find ways to distract herself. Normally this would mean playing with one of Data's toys, or clinging to Riker's legs with untrimmed claws. This fun was a bit more aggressive, however.

Surprisingly (and strangely), Spot had managed to activated one of the many training holos in the Sensorium, and was now running through the halls of a ruined spaceship or space station. Occasionally there was a tall, bipedal creature walking around, making rounds through the halls. The first one of these suffered a most unfortunate, as for some unknown reason, the hallway that Spot and the creature found themselves on was floating over a large pool of magma, with little more than a safety rail to protect them.

Spot crawled stealthily toward the alien, glaring up at it with her angry little eyes. The repeated pattern of walking told the cat two possible things: it was guarding something, or it was inordinately stupid. Spot was inclined to believe the latter. She swooped in as the alien made its next turn, slipping between the creature's feet. With a shrill trill, the alien tripped, rolled, hit the rail, broke it, and fell into the lava.

House cat one, alien scum zero.

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[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

The sensoriums were a wonder for Bandit--as many sights and smells as he could want--and so he took a moment of his time to peek about the reality Spot had created. It had the cool, clinical smell he was used to, but the heat was unfamiliar; it wasn't the harsh scent of explosions, just...heat. Like fire, and rocks. He hadn't encountered this before.

But he smelled, on the air, like a spritz of pepper and power and cleverness. A cat scent. His entire body perked for an instant, before more cautious sniffing made him realize it wasn't 2 at all. Oh. Sad puppy.

He explored the place, sniffing out the hostiles, following that cat smell, which was where the slow-heat scent was from too. Most of the monsters he encountered met with an untimely death: throats and chests opened, legs ripped off or snapped, tackled into one another's blades.

Cat had some competition.

[cognitive-array.livejournal.com]

Spot didn't have a superior cybernetic deathsuit, but she did have her own keen instincts and resources, leaping agilely from surface to surface, drawing the fire of the aliens into each other, purring as the creatures wiped each other out. The dog was brutal and direct, just as she'd expect from his breed. Spot, however, prided herself on her subtlety.

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Well, Bandit had had his deathsuit confiscated so there really wasn't any crazy lasering going down. He just had his teeth, claws and speed to rely on--god thing he was smarter, faster and stronger than an average dog. He'd gotten by so far on guerilla tactics: a quick swipe, pull back, swipe, pull back, and so on and so forth until a leg twisted or snapped and he got them down. Then he went for the throat.

Yyyeah subtlety wasn't Bandit's thing. 2 had always been better at that.

His nose takes him around a bend and through another door--into the hallways suspended over molten lava. His tail wags as he sees Spot's tabby colours.

! KITTY !

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

Tobias is surprised to see the animals running around the ship now. His hawk instincts want him to hunt the cat, but he's never been much for cats, except the occasional roadkilled one. They're too big and fight back too much. The dog brings out a bit of a fear response.

He isn't sure if they're morphs or just animals or what, although the dog looked a little different for some reason he couldn't place.

< Hello? Real animals or shape-changers? > he said aloud. > He does have an idea though that the cat might like. He finds a place to settle and then focuses on the only other morph he acquired before becoming a nothlit: his own cat. He waits out the rather strange hawk-to-cat shift, realizing as the cat's mind creeps in that they do share some things in common. Predator minds, although one air based and one land based.

"Meow" the Dude morph's voice sounds.