Daily Logs 8-30-15

I. Leslie is amused by Cat Fallan
II. On his way to the shuttle bay, Rorin and Kelsey meet...
III. Erika saves Tony from being mugged by Sarin

I.
Leslie :*still very pregnant; in the lounge, pretending very hard that there is alcohol in her hot chocolate, and sitting at a table by herself in civvies and a tired expression*
Fallan: *It's been a tired day, he doesn't like andy very much and he's not allowed in the labs anymore. He sulks into the lounge, ears back, and oh shit it's Leslie and wait what* Good spirits, woman, what's wrong with your belly? *Did she get fat or pregnant?*
Leslie: *oh it's a cat! oh it's a talking cat? Oh jesus it's Fallan* *totally staring* I, uh. What's wrong with your face? *and your body* *and everything* *you look like my cat and this is very confusing for me*
Fallan: *Very irritated.* Say nothing. I know exactly what I look like. Can you...can you get something from the replicators for me? *He can't use them very well, since he has no thumbs.* Just, anything.
Leslie: *this is the best thing I've seen all day* *this is fantastic* *tries to hide a smile* Absolutely. *slowly stands* Maybe some tuna? A dish of warm milk?
Fallan: *Why tuna and milk? those are random foods. oh well.* Whatever will work. *Tail whip*
Leslie: Really, tell me what you want. *steps to the replicator*
Fallan: I want my thumbs back. *He jumps up on the chair that Leslie was previously sitting in. Grouchy cat is grouchy.*
Leslie: I'm afraid I can't supply that. *replicates something and brings it over* But here's um. Some hamburger and water? I don't know what you eat.
Fallan: I eat normal people food, usually. *Eyes the hamburger. That looks good. Tribble burger, mmmm*
Leslie: *puts the dishes on the table and makes shooing motions* You're in my chair.
Fallan: *Grumps, but jumps to the table from the chair and sits down in front of his food. He tears at the bun with ferocity.*
Leslie: Thank you. *sits* And to answer your question, I'm pregnant.
Fallan: So you'll have kittens. *This is the only logical response. cat people have kittens. He has a mouth full of bun, he jumps onto her lap and sits on her belly because she is warm.*
Leslie: *makes a small noise of protest in her throat but doesn't do anything to dislodge him* I'd better not have kittens.
Fallan: *Lays down and becomes catloaf while he eats his hamburger bun.* For as absurd as everything has become, I wouldn't be surprised.
Leslie :You will have to lock me away in a mental asylum if this baby turns out to be kittens instead of a human boy.
Fallan: I'll make a note of that. *HAOWM BREAD* I hope this does not last long. I'm becoming very tired of this.
Leslie: Mm. You and me both. *absentmindedly places a hand on his back and starts to slowly stroke, while reaching for her drink with the other hand*
Fallan: Hey, what are you-- *Oh yasss he gets back scritches. He begins kneading. He hates how he enjoys this.*
Leslie: *suddenly stops* If I feel a single claw, you are going to become intimately acquainted with the wall. Capiche?
Fallan: *tail whips* I don't have /control/ over that, you know. It's all reactionary. *Technically not true. Fallan just doesn't like to believe they're there and forgets they are.*
Leslie: I guarantee you you do. *resumes and sips her drink*
Fallan: *Tries not to, but as long as he's being petted he kneads. Not much claw involved.* Why do you even /like/ cats. They have claws, and fur, and they smell funny...
Leslie: I like all animals. A cat was the best sort to travel with and I already had one because it was the only non-caged animal that my apartment allowed.
Fallan: I like animals as well, they're spiritually important, but you understand, cats have no sense or morality. They're inherently evil. *Ears flatten a bit.*
Leslie: Have you ever met a Terran cat?
Fallan: Yes, and it was a wretched being. *Veeeery mad kitty.* I had to go to the infirmary right afterwards. It scratched me badly.
Leslie: You know, I once met a Tellarite like that. I wonder if that means I should decide all Tellarites are evil. That seems reasonable.
Fallan: That is not the same in the slightest. Tellarites are not by their very nature smelly and wretched hellspawn. Cats are!
Leslie: Meeting one cat does not condemn an entire species. For example, my cat is very polite except towards the people she decided she shouldn't trust. She was generally right, too.
Fallan: I have met many cats, and very few of them have treated either me or their owners well. They are malicious creatures who constantly plan and scheme on slaying their owners.
Leslie: Then they are poorly trained cats with bad temperaments.
Fallan: you can't train a cat. I should know. All day, when someone asks me to do something, I have to fight the urge to sleep for the entire day. How lazy is that!
Leslie: And of course you're the expert.
Fallan: *He can't help it, he has the urge to knock shit off the table. He leaves the bun on Leslie's belly to go sit on the table and knock something off.* Well I certainly know more this week than I did last!
Leslie: Congratulations. *brushes hair off of her belly* You're still wrong about cats. If you wanna dislike them, fine. But they're not inherently evil, and people that like them aren't either.
Fallan: *Pap pap pap pap--plop.* I don't believe the people who like cats are evil! *He huffs.* just unwilling to listen. Cats are horrendous.
Leslie: All right, fine. Cats are horrendous. *sorry Terminator she still loves you* And that's why you don't like talking to me? Because I'm unwilling to listen.
Fallan: No. *It's because Leslie is scary. He bites his hamburger patty and tries to tear a bit off.*
Leslie: Then why?
Fallan: I'm a scientist, I can tell you how a planet came into formation, when it came into formation, I can describe what it looked like at every stage of it's life and when it will die, but I can't tell you that answer because I don't know it.
Leslie: Then can you agree that it's maybe a little silly?
Fallan: It's only about as silly as being a cat. *Gets fed up and knocks the whole hamburger down. That feels so much better. Breaking shit is theraputic.*
Leslie: You're ridiculous.
Fallan: I am not. *nearly peed himself when he saw his reflection in the mirror again today. he's getting real grouchy. He climbs back on Leslie's tum to get back to eating his bun.*
Leslie: You are. Overreacting to somebody because of their preferences in pets, and not even having a solid reason for it.
Fallan: I have a very good reason and I've listed it to you. *Curls up to gnaw on the bun. He's a little worried the baby will kick at him. That'd be a weird feeling.*
Leslie: Tell me again.
Fallan: Cats are, by their very nature, evil things that plan to kill their owners for no other reason than pure malice and hatred. They came from the depths of hell itself. That's why I dislike cats.
Leslie: But what does that have to do with me?
Fallan: It doesn't. Unless you are a cat.
Leslie: I'm not.
Fallan: Then you're not related to the issue. *She is, but he doesn't have the articulation and knowledge of self to say so*
Leslie: Look, the first time I remember talking to you, I mentioned having a cat as a pet and you immediately found an excuse to leave. After that, you wouldn't talk to me either. So I definitely am or you just have a problem with small asian women.
Fallan: I do not have a problem with small asian women. *His tail whips. He's officially fed up, and he bats at her nose.* I just had to go is all!
Leslie: *shoves at him and moves her face away* If that's what your small mind wants to believe. For someone so old you really don't have much introspective ability.
Fallan: *bats at her hand.* Now you stop that. You want to know why then? *This would be a scary tone of voice to hear if Fallan was normal sized and not a maine coon. As it is, he's just cute.*
Leslie: *um duh?* /Yes/ I want to know why. *??!!??? did you just figure this out*
Fallan: It's because I don't trust anyone who can't see how terrible cats are! *also not right*
Leslie: Mhm. *you're an idiot*
Fallan: *He curls up and grumps.* See, you don't understand. *Very angry*
Leslie: *genially* Fallan-Ra-Gensolli, I have three siblings, an adopted nephew whom I raised, a child on the way, and a long history of people trying to get me to believe bullshit stories just so I'll do them favors. I know when I'm being misled. So I'll understand when you tell me the truth, or I'll understand when you tell me that you don't want to tell me, but I won't understand any lies.
Fallan: The only 'lying' I'm doing is lying down! I'm telling you the truth as I know it. *At least that bit is true.*
Leslie: Mm all right. *pats his head*
Fallan: *Swats at her hand. Very grump*
Leslie: *grabs his paw* You stop that.
Fallan: *His paw has been grabbed. He stares at her hand and tries to pull it back. That's mine.*
Leslie: *holds onto his paw for a little bit longer and then lets go* Behave yourself.
Fallan: *Sits on his paws.* You're far too young to be telling me to behave myself.
Leslie: *smirks down at him* I'm a lieutenant, a humanoid, and I'm /carrying life/. You're a cat.
Fallan: I am /Efrosian/. *His skin actually crawls when he thinks about being a cat.* Efrosian. And you carrying life does not make you superior.
Leslie: No but it makes me feel powerful. And unsteady.
Fallan: That's just the hormones. Those will go away.
Leslie: I know how pregnancy works.
Fallan: I should hope so. *He rolls onto his side.* I'd be very concerned for our medical department if not.
Leslie: Expecting to become pregnant soon?
Fallan: Now you're just being difficult. Efrosian men can't get pregnant.
Leslie: Well if you're going to take up my lap, then I'm probably somewhat entitled to be difficult. And it means you get to know me. *^^* I am, by definition, difficult.
Fallan: *Gets grouchy, removes himself from her lab but leaves behind many shedded furs.* You can just ask me to leave.
Leslie: *brushes off her lap again* Are you kidding? You look just like Terminator. As weird as this is, I'm enjoying it.
Fallan: You are a sadist. *Skin crawls again, he goes to the table and sits and whips his tail.* I'd rather be dead than this.
Leslie: I'd say that could be arranged, but I have morals against that.
Fallan: I'd accept your arrangements if I wasn't so sure this was temporary. *Dead serious though.*
Leslie: I still wouldn't implement my arangements.
Fallan: You care for me or your morals?
Leslie: A little of both. Though I can't say much for you since I barely know you.
Fallan: *Just huffs and curls into a Fallan bean on the table. He's 300% done.*
Leslie: *pats him again* *he's at least 30% more huggable like this*
Fallan: *Very floofy* Why must you do that?
Leslie: I'm sorry. Do you not like it?
Fallan: I do, but I don't wish to indulge in it. *grump grump grump*
Leslie: All right. I'll stop. *takes her hand back and holds her cup in both hands*
Fallan: *Pouts on the table some more like a true adult.* Thank you.
Leslie: *no more therapy cat* *drinks* So. If cats are evil and you're a cat does that make you evil now?
Fallan: *Cringes* ...It means I am an abomination, yes.
Leslie: That's unfortunate. It's almost as if you should reevaluate your views.
Fallan: *His skin crawls again,* I have a cleansing ritual I can do. If I do it enough, hopefully I'll still keep my place in heaven.
Leslie :*oh* *oh shit* Oh. You're serious. Incredibly serious. *but why* Will heaven understand that this is beyond your control?
Fallan: Likely no. The rules are very clear. *No they're not.*
Leslie: Unfortunate.
Fallan: Yes. *Very fast tail whipping. Very mad kitty. He has nothing left to knock over.*
Leslie: Is there anything else I can get you?
Fallan: *Head scritches and a belly rub pls* No, but thank you anyways.
Leslie :*nods* I should get back to my quarters, then. There's a few things I need to take care of.
Fallan: Have a good evening then. *Tail whip, glances over at her. Was about to offer to help her up, but he is a cat and cannot do this thing.*
Leslie: *she would squash him* *pushes her chair back and levers herself up by alternately pushing on the chair and table* *she's getting kinda good at this* Thank you. You too.
Fallan: *Watches. Poor woman. He swats at her as she walks by.*
Leslie :*mister you don't know the half of it* *recycles her cup and then leaves*

II.
Kelsey: *in a turbolift going who knows where but at least she's not moping her her quarters* *she's working on moving on good for you kelsey*
Rorin: *._. after all the many goodbyes, is on his way to the shuttle bay, in civvies, carrying a light shoulder bag, his hand luggage* *enters the turbolift* Shu—ah. Hi.
Kelsey: Hi. Shuttle bay? *stands a little straighter*
Rorin: *nods* Yes. I'm a bit too early. But that's where I'm headed. *he's way too early* *he didn't ask anyone to come say goodbye but if he meets people on the way he doesn't want to be in a hurry, so left early-- though now this is a bit awkward? Sad? Difficult?*
Kelsey: *nods and directs the turbolift to the shuttle bay* Thank you for your message.
Rorin: You're welcome. *pause* I hope it was the right choice. *because he did consider to say goodbye personally, but then decided against it* *though it's sad...* *he's going to do the awkward call-thing after the situation aboard turned back to normal*
Kelsey: *good, because she'll want to do the awkward call-thing too* *small nod* I think it was the right choice. I am glad you told me you are going.
Rorin: All right, then I'm glad I sent the message. *puts his bag on the floor and leans with his back against the wall*
Kelsey: *exhales* I- I am sorry.
Rorin: *tilts his head slightly, sad curious and concerned, so many feels* ...for what, though?
Kelsey: *looks down* For telling you that you should not go. And for that fight. And that you do not remember it. *looks back up at him* I am also sorry that you are leaving, but it is a different kind of sorry.
Rorin: *nods* It's fine. All of this. *pause, small slightly clueless shrug* I don't remember our fight, but I suppose I can imagine why you didn't want me to go and what I could have said to you to explain why I'm still going to. And I'm aware that I can be rude. Probably especially when I'm determined or emotionally-- invested. Torn. So I'm sorry for that, too. I don't want you to be in pain.
Kelsey: *well shit she'd already promised herself she wasn't going to cry* *this is a problem* *chews on the inside of her mouth* I just felt I needed to say that. Since I have not said it before.
Rorin: Thank you, Kelsey. *small smile* *all these feelings, though ._.*
Kelsey: *small nod* How long do you think you will be gone?
Rorin: *takes a deep, almost soundless breath* Perhaps it'll be a few weeks. Perhaps more. But I'm hoping for the first option. I would like to come back soon.
Kelsey: I hope it is soon. That the trouble is nothing.
Rorin: *small nod* Me, too. *he'll miss the Legacy a lot...but also, he doesn't want a crisis or another war* Kelsey?
Kelsey: Yes?
Rorin: I, eh. I hope that I won't be gone for too long. But anyway, should you feel like calling me at any time, I want you to know that you can. It would be fine. *pause, then adds* But it is no obligation. I'm not-- *small headshake* secretly expecting it. I just want you to know that it would be all right.
Kelsey: *nods, breathes* Thank you. *small smile* I will consider it.
Rorin: *small smile, sad and warm* Thank you. *this would be hard if she was herself, but that she isn't makes this even harder-- he's still convinced that his memories are the right version, this just doesn't feel right; /if/ he is wrong, though, this conversation wouldn't have been any easier in hindsight :/*
Kelsey: Do you want me to?
Rorin: I would like it. If you want to call me, then yes. I would like it.
Kelsey: *nods again* You think of me as a friend, don't you?
Rorin: Ahh, yes. I do. That is what I remember. You and I are friends. And you're very dear to me.
Kelsey: You, um. *stops herself* I can work with that.
Rorin: *tilts his head, hesitating for a moment* ...all right. *nods* All right.
Kelsey: *nods back at him, clasping her hands behind her back*
Rorin: *takes another deep, almost silent breath and is quiet for a moment, sorting out thoughts and feelings*
Kelsey: *is doing the same, looking down and working out what she could possibly say next*
Rorin: *after a moment, quietly* Good luck.
Kelsey: *glances up at him* Thank you, but with what?
Rorin: *small shrug* With finding out what is going wrong aboard and with fixing it.
Kelsey: *frowns* I do not know how to respond to that.
Rorin: *small smile* I liked 'thank you'. *sighs, sobering* I feel like something isn't right. But if I am wrong, I'd still wish you good luck for whatever will go wrong in the future. There is most likely something that will happen while I'm not here.
Kelsey: That is likely. *this turbolift is taking extraordinarily long* *it would have been easier to just go through the JTs* And if you are wrong, then I suppose I should wish you good luck as well. For if you remember.
Rorin: *nods* Thank you. *he isn't wrong* *but what if he is...* *he doesn't feel like being wrong, though* If I'm wrong, I'll need it.
Kelsey: *nods* You will.
Rorin: *we'll see* *sighs, exhaling with a small smile* … *shrug-nods silently*
Kelsey: *says nothing, and by blessed divine intervention, the turbolift stops and the door opens* *praise be to whatever powers are out there* This is where I get off. Ah. Have a safe trip, Rorin.
Rorin: *praise the four deities!* Thank you, Kelsey. Be safe, too. *picks up his shoulder bag although this isn't where he gets off*
Kelsey: *nods at him* Thank you. *skitters out before anything else could possibly happen*
Rorin: *takes a deep breath after she's left...* *with a very strange mix of sad-happy feelings, heads for the shuttle bay* *he is going to miss so many people... Kelsey, Leslie, Marcella, Roca, Lise, Lana, Fallan, Joseph, Rein, Naara, Vaughn, tbc, working with the captain, the FO, Molly, Vekal, T'Pah, the whole bridge crew...! Everyone!* ... *when Rorin's shuttle leaves eventually, he notices – to his /great relief/ – that his memories don't change (but he'll get himself checked on Betazed, anyway)* *goodbye everyone!*

III.
Sarin: *She found it strange she couldn't remember the events of last week. She remembers nothing more than a foggy haze, walking around an unfamiliar ship naked and being very cold. Today, she woke up in a federation ship of all places, and she is not pleased. She walks down the hall like a woman who has a lot of power and knows it, just looking for someone to complain to about this.*
Tony: *finds himself a grownup again, and while he enjoyed being five, it's nice to be able to reach the replicators and wear his normal pants* *jaunting down the hallway cheerfully in civvies when he spots someone unfamiliar down an adjoining hallway, and jogs after her* Hey!
Sarin: *Turns around, her totally awesome brow ridge makes her look even more angry. She says nothing, but a smile breaks across her face as she turns to face Tony fully.*
Tony: *skids to a halt a few feet away when he sees her face* Woah you probably should /not/ be here. Awkward.
Sarin: How observant of you. *She starts walking towards Tony. Look, a scaredy cat.* But while I'm here, perhaps you could help me? I'm looking to lodge a formal complaint.
Tony: Sure, sure, I can take those, I'm not wearing it right now but I'm totally in Command, I can take complaints. *backs up a few steps as she walks forward*
Sarin: *Still walking towards Tony. She'll back him into a wall if she has to.* Oh, you are? May I see a form of identification? You seem more like a ship clown to me. Federation ships have those, don't they?
Tony: *frowns* Hey. You're mean. That's not cool. *accidentally walks backwards out into the adjoining corridor he came from and bumps the wall, looking left and then right to see if anyone else is in sight* *leaves his hands loose at his sides, wishing he was in uniform and therefore carrying his phaser*
Sarin: *Walks up to him and places her hands on the wall to either side of Tony, effectively pinning him there without touching him.* Mean isn't quite the word you're looking for. You're looking for angry. and I'm looking for answers. Why can I not remember the past week, and why am I on a Federation starship instead of a Romulan warbird? You realize this can be considered a hostage situation, and I'm sure the Empire would love any excuse to bring down fiery hell upon you miserable Federation types.
Tony: *grins weakly* Hey at least buy me dinner first. *tries to duck to the side under one of her arms* *hopefully someone on Security cams will see and send help*
Sarin: Buy you dinner? *She half laughs, but she makes a grab for Tony's collar as he tries to slip away.*
Tony: *squawks as his collar is grabbed and stays still* But really, here's the truth, there's a lot of weird things going on here on this ship at the moment and no one's kidnapped you and I'm sure you'll go home eventually if you stay calm.
Sarin: *Smirks a bit,* You think I'm stupid enough to buy that story? You'd lie to me, in the hopes I'd go back to my room and stay put like a good hostage?
Tony: *pats the wrist holding his collar gently* Not at all, I think you're very smart. You don't even have to go back to your room if you don't want. But the whole pinning people against walls thing, that probably can't happen.
Sarin: Oh, I'm so sorry, you don't like me pinning you? Would something else suffice? *Still isn't letting go*
Tony: Like I said, you haven't even bought me dinner yet, so.
Sarin: I'll get you something more wholesome. *Swings at his face*
Tony: *drops down a couple feet to avoid the punch and then tries to wrap his arms around her waist and throw his whole body weight and strength against her so that they both push out away from the wall* *so he can haul ass away*
Sarin: *She's shoved back, but she tries to grab at his shoulders, and hopefully turn this fall into a roll. If not, well, at least she tried*
Tony: *this could get awkward fast* *finds himself pinned and tries to kick at any body part he can reach* Dinner first! Dinner first!
Sarin: *She gets a few good hits in her gut, one of them winds her, but she puts all her effort into kneeing the poor man in the family jewels. With all the kicking, it's likely she'll get his gut or thigh or something, but if it hits she'll totally savor that moment forever*
Tony: *by the graces of the universe who smile upon him, the knee connects with his thigh again, and in a moment of pure gratefulness to the cosmic gods he squeaks out* But I need those!
Sarin: *Yells in anger, and just grabs at his hair and tries to slam his head onto the ground.* You will tell me why you've brought me here and quit treating me like an insolent child!
Tony: *that stuns him briefly and he goes limp, eyes fluttering closed*
Sarin: *Doesn't believe that other people are actually that squishy, and Tony was actually quite a formidable opponent. She keeps her grip and holds his head up and shakes it a little.* Tell me!
Tony: *only half conscious* But dinner.... *surely this angry woman will be swayed by food*
Erika: *had just turned the corner, into the scene of a man crumpled on the floor while a strange woman pounds on him. She may not have Erik's height, and a few dozen kilos less weight, but she has his boots, and his relentless appetite for wasting all hours of the day training in the holodeck.* Hey. *like a rugby player, she takes a slight step forward, and then, with a slight whistle, her leg snaps forward in a perfect, human-tossing punt, delivered to the woman's side*
Sarin: *She glances up and only has time to let go of Tony and begin standing up before she's kicked off the poor man*
Tony: *what even is happening* *tries to shove his body further up the hallway away from the crazy ladies where he can think about sitting up maybe*
Erika: *doesn't give Tony a second glance, stepping over his prone body with deliberate footsteps as she approaches the fallen woman, and goes for a kick at her side*
Sarin: *She's out of breath, but she sees a second kick coming. She doesn't have the strength to grab her leg, or get up, or do anything useful, so she's kicked again.*
Erika: *watches the reaction critically* Normally, I'd break your wrists, but my therapist says that exemplifies my paranoid need to save the people around me, with their hands representing their ability to hurt the people I love. So I'll skip that part. *she flips her phaser from its holster, switches it to stun, and puts two shuts into Sarin's body*
Sarin: *out like a light but at least she's still fabulous and looks dangerous*
Erika: *represses the need to break her wrists, and turns back to Tony, meandering over* Need a lift to Sickbay? What happened?
Tony: *.......* *he's hungry now* *and his head hurts* *and who is the blonde* *sits up a bit to squint at her and then lies back down on the floor because it's easier* She didn't buy me dinner and things got weird.
Erika: Oh, shit, did I interrupt some consensual Romulan love-making? *kneels down* Because then I feel real bad.
Tony: Oh no, not consensual from my side, I appreciate your interruption. I think I'm just gonna lie here for a while. Maybe get her into the brig.
Erika: Entirely reasonable. *hits her commbadge* Medical, this is Erika Schroding. I have a concussed crew member recovering from assault, deck six, hallway B. Please respond. *she stands, and stretches, wandering over to Sarin* Huh. She looks kinds familiar.
Tony: *indignant* I am certainly not concussed. Are you a medical professional?
Erika: No, medical just rushes more when they think there might be neurological damage. *laughs, and heads over to sarin, picking her up like a sack of potatoes and putting her in a firman's carry*
Sarin: *relatively lightweight, easy enough to carry*
Tony: *tilts his head up a tiny bit to watch* Hot damn. You doing anything later?
Erika: *buff as shit, everyone's lightweight to her. Rawr* *looks amused at Tony* I'll check up on you in medical once I have this woman securely stowed in an overhead compartment. Or the brig.
Tony: Brig is better. She would probably bust out of the overhead compartment. Do we have overhead compartments?
Medical professionals: *WEE OOH WEE OOH WEE OOH* We're here to help! *lift Tony onto a stretcher, and charge off *WEE OOH WEE OOH WEE OOH*
Tony: *o____________o*
Erika: *shakes her head, bemused, and wanders off, tapping away at her PADD as she makes her way to security*