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driftfleet2016-05-07 12:58 am
theroadwarrior) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-07 12:58 am
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video. ('don't piss off magical children' is probably an anime rule)
Who: Max Rockatansky, a cat, a dog, and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Today! Or something.
[Meow.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Today! Or something.
[Meow.
A pleasant little kitten sound is proceeded by Max cursing loudly as he literally flies out of nowhere into the frame to land safely on his feet. He's not hurt -- nothing wrong here, he's got his brace back in order, he's not in any danger, he's (for once) not in critical trouble, nor is someone he knows. However... However, he's pissed off someone he shouldn't have. And now he's paying the price, for every time he walks aaaaall the way back toward the shuttle that he pilots in the Starstruck's cargo bay, he is jumped right back near the camera. One can actually see him as a blur through the air, as if catapulted momentarily by some unseen force before he lands: on his feet, safe and sound, but all the while his annoyance grows. It's a fool's game, but he's a fool, so he attempts it again; he walks all the way back to the shuttle, almost touches it, and then he's teleported suddenly in front of the camera yet another time. It almost looks like a looping video file.
Only, you know. It's not.
A little black and white kitten paws cutely at the screen while the wastelander attempts to break free of his tragic flicking loop, then watches Max with some typical animal interest before it wanders off for a bit when he finally gives up after the seventh or eighth magical transfer. He snatches up the network device with clear disdain, his frown strong enough to make a party's joyous banter go stale.]
Does anyone know anything about.. magic aboard the fleet?
Hn. Witchcraft? Sorcery? ... Curses?
[Screw it, he isn't even sure what it is. He rubs his forehead.]
...
Or how to block it out.
[He huffs, glancing away.]
Some magic ankle biter is pissed at me.
[The cat, who'd been wandering off lazily, goes to climb the wheel of the shuttle and sleep on it, just to the left of Max's dog, Rock (who is so very mellow in the wake of all this). Max may or may not feed the damn cat alongside his dog after this. Shut up. More importantly, who is that little girl who had been so pissed off at him, and why can't she just leave him be? All he did was pull a knife on her once. On accident. And almost hit her with a wrench. On accident. She totally didn't even get hurt either time! Children these days, they're too sensitive.
Feel free to find him after, tinkering at the inside of his shuttle.
Or feeding his sweet old dog. Yessir.]
Feel free to find him after, tinkering at the inside of his shuttle.
Or feeding his sweet old dog. Yessir.]
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...actually Katie already paid him back for the wrench but then he was a jerk. Not her fault if she saw him again when she was in a particularly petty mood.
Like. Well actually, Katie's always petty, being nine. Too bad.
Just as well he gives up there because she's basically run down her glamour having fun playing ping pong with a madman, so yes. Hzzzz. Who knew shuttle wheels could be so comfy.]
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... Just a bleedin' cat, who cares? But she is a new sight for sore eyes. And she apparently seems to appeal to Rock somehow. Maybe the old mutt just isn't as spry on his feet. He whistles for the dog to come for dinner, wondering if the cat will take the hint, too; might be a stupid animal, but from what he can distantly recollect of cats, they're very intuitive. Smart. They last better on their own than most dogs.
Come along to the kitchen, Rock.
Since I've given up getting in my shuttle. B^|]
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...dilemma. Kind of tired. Dog and source of warmth is leaving. Not really sure she feels like trotting in that direction herself, especially as no self-respecting cat would touch dog food anyway.
.....]
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...pls don't dislodge me, mutt. I promise not to steal your food.
Shush this is totally how cats behave.]
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Smart cat.
[Spoken in a mumble-mouthy sort of way, he carries on with walking, Rock obediently following; lucky for Katie, the dog is extremely well-behaved. Max has been busy training it and whatnot. Old dogs can totally learn new tricks; s'just a saying.
He starts shelling out some of the weird space meat into a bowl, focused wholly on the task, because if he can't go out then he's going to damn well keep his mind occupied somehow (and he'd seen Angharad, and that was — distressing). He whistles a bit and Rock moves to eat hungrily from the bowl.
What's your play now, weird kitten.]
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...it smells decent enough, though. Maybe she should head home soon and pester someone to make her some stew.]
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While she relaxes, he puts down a small bowl of what appears to be chopped fish — or something close enough to it — nearby. Rock may sniff at it when he's done, but it just takes a mild snap of Max's fingers to keep him away from the meal.
...
Don't speak of this to anyone, creature.]
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It's only when he snaps his fingers to divert Rock that she confirms he's actually feeding a stray kitten, and she jumps down in a heartbeat, scurrying up to the bowl to sniff at it warily. DID YOU POISON IT.
She's eating it anyway. She's so worn out from messing with you man, this stuff is heavenly. Nom nom nom devour nose pushing the dish around kind of behaviour.
...
...well. Maybe she'll stop being so mean.]
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Glory sits on the counter, peering at him with a mildly pleased expression. He glances down at the kitten, glances back up. He's not really one to talk to animals; sure, he spent a lot of years with Dog, but he never really saw the point in fully conversing with something that didn't talk back.
Companions, yes. But words weren't needed.
He sits down slowly, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly.]
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You're a jerk, but you fed a kitten. Hospitality goes a long, long way with cats. Fae, too.
She glances up to Glory, then stretches, padding back toward Max to butt her head softly into his leg. To see what he does, really.]
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He stares for a moment, glances toward the counter, glances back at the cat.
... Um.
..........]
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This??? Is this cat for 'more food'?
How much can a cat even eat.]
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You've marked yourself as gullible food dispenser 4 lyfe]
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(She's not going very far, mind. Just shuttlewards.)]
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Watches...
... Watches...
Alright, then. He goes back to sitting at the table and fidgeting with his comms device instead. If he can't leave, he can at least keep an eye on the system. Rock's plopped down beside his owner, content and full. Max itches the dog's back with his boot as he reads.]
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She'll pick at the food in the safety of his shuttle and go back to sleep again. Kitchen's a long way from the cargo bay. But she's waiting for him to surface back down this way again. She has a point to make.
She can sleep hours, don't you worry about that.]
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That is, he's going to go into the cargo bay, but work on some scrap material he has nearby. Because why not just configure tools than try and fail yet again to get into his shuttle? Sad day.]
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...and Max will find himself standing next to the shuttle. There you go, you weirdo. I forgive you.
The kitten will not bat an eyelid at all these shenanigans, naturally. She's literally fast asleep about three seconds afterward.]
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