Talk like a pirate day - this isn't how it was at all (open)

[immutablysam]

Sam actually lived during parts of the golden age of piracy. These people's teeth are far too well tended, they smell better, the rum is a lot less... dirty, and who in all the hells ever talked like /that?/

But ok. So the pirate outfit is actually better than the stupid indian ones. And there's rum. Rum makes so many things better. Sam is wandering down the halls here and there, quite steadily, despite the bottle of rum being two-thirds gone, with three parrots having adopted 'him', and a couple more perching on the ornithopter that rolls behind Sam.

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[reincarnshaman]

Veena lands on the ground disappointed at her lack of bird catching that's been going on here and then vanishes when the flying machine heads right for her.

She reappears on top of the machine clinging to it for dear life... because that made complete sense to do so in her little kitty head.

[immutablysam]

And that brings up a new problem. Bub may have the mind of a highly intelligent sheepdog, but he's in the form of an ornithopter. He can't turn and snap or investigate... but he can fly.

Hopefully the kitty can hold on, because she's going for a ride down the hall and back, and not an especially gentle one.

[reincarnshaman]

Which is when Trever comes running down the corridor. He gives a squawk of surprise and tumbles neatly out of the way to avoid getting smacked by the ornithopter.

Who doesn't tumble so gracefully is Veena. She looses her grip a swing around and twists onto the floor with a splat. Where upon she immediately bounces back up and looks like she totally meant to do that.

Totally.

[immutablysam]

Sam watches most of this with hints of amusement. If cats are good at anything in Sam's experience, it's landing on their feet. When people get involved, that can go different.

Sam whistles, and the flying machine obediently heels. "Y'all alright?"

[reincarnshaman]

"I'm fine. Thank you," Trever said, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "That was a bit more unexpected than usual."

Veena's licking her paw like she has no idea what he's talking about. She wasn't doing ANYTHING wrong at all.

Nope.

Not at all.

[immutablysam]

Yep, that's a cat, alright. And meanwhile, under a bit more direct command, the ornithopter is heeled. The parrots, on the other hand, have taken off for higher perches.

"I think it's this nonsense. Got to be Q again."

[reincarnshaman]

"Yeah." He laughed a little. "I guess things were going too quietly and easily for us. I mean, besides the Klingon attacks."

Now that she's proven that she's not done anything wrong, Veena wanders over to check Sam out and that ornithoper.

[immutablysam]

"True. The Klingon attack was the best thing to happen in a while, maybe. But other than that, yeah. Too quiet."

Bubsy tilts a little on his wheels, as if curious and trying to assess the cat. With no expressions, it's a little tricky to make much of the reaction, but the flying machine isn't chasing anymore.

Sam, on the other hand, takes quickly to proper body language, shifting stance and expression, crouching, and extending a hand, fingertips down into sniffing range without any quick moves.

"She yours?"

[reincarnshaman]

"Gods yes. I haven't had that much fun in ages," Trever said with a pleased sigh. He possibly has a strange idea of fun.

If Bubsy gets too close, Veena'll whack it with a paw. In the meantime she'll sniff out Sam and see if she's worthy to become a minion or not.

"She's my familiar and I'm her human." Because you don't own cats. They own you.

[immutablysam]

"Not since ending up on this thing, it's true. Klingons certainly fight ok." Kindred spirits where that kind of strange fun is concerned?

The ornithopter doesn't back off, tilting the other way, as if the 'big dog' isn't quite sure what the cat is trying to accomplish.

Sam, meanwhile, smells mostly human, for what that's worth to the cat's senses. Mostly.

[reincarnshaman]

"I got one of their swords," Trever said with a massive conspiratorial smile.

She is telling Bubsy that she's the boss. Yup. And this is her human now.

She also smells Sam being a little bit off and relays the information back to Trever.

[immutablysam]

The ornithopter handles the news in typical sheepdog fashion, settling in, now that things have calmed, and just keeping an eye on his human. Everyone else can think what they like, as long as the job gets done.

Sam nods. "I took two of their knives for a bit, but gave them back after the fight. Security isn't too keen on me having weapons."

[reincarnshaman]

Trever gives her the blank look of someone who doesn't understand why 'security not being keen on me having weapons' was a reason to give them up.

"Why doesn't Security want you to have weapons?"

They don't want him to have weapons either but... that's not stopped him.

[immutablysam]

"That Klingon who manages a lot of it, Worf, I think, saw me draw once, when it looked like one of the newcomers was startin' a fight. He said I could either hand over the knives til I joined security, or spend some in their lovely brig there an' then. Even before he went to see about the fight. Not that a lot happens here I've needed 'em for, but still."

[reincarnshaman]

"The brig isn't so bad." And again there's a blank look of incomprehension. "And just because not a lot of things happen here where you might not need them isn't a reason to give them up. You never know when something might happen."

[immutablysam]

"I don't much like being cooped up. And when things happen, I disarm the Klingons." Sam grins, glancing up and to the side as if recalling a pleasant memory. "Or start grabbing table settings. Works."

[reincarnshaman]

"Neither do I. It's driving me crazy not having stepped on some real ground in several months now," Trever said.

"And yeah, disarming or table settings work, but it's nice to at least have something by your side so you don't have to grab a weapon. You can lose precious seconds having to find something."

[immutablysam]

Sam shrugs. "I know a couple dozen unarmed styles. I prefer my knives, but it ain't worth gettin' the locals riled up."

[reincarnshaman]

"Really?" his eyes brighten. "Would you be interested in sparring sometime?"

[immutablysam]

Sam shrugs, "Sure, sounds like fun. Been using the holo-deck things for training, but all for finding some sparring partners. Been considering teaching a class or two, in that thing they were mentioning."

[reincarnshaman]

"I'll bring my brother along," Trever said, "We were also thinking about teaching classes."

[immutablysam]

"Sure thing. What sort'a classes?"

[reincarnshaman]

"Melee combat basics for me and ranged combat basics for him."

Which is quite a bit different than self defense.

[immutablysam]

"Good things for more people to know. Especially if we're likely to be boarded more often. We can hope."

[reincarnshaman]

"Yeah. I'm not sure how many people would take it. Some people feel that being able to defend yourself is better than knowing how to act in a fight or use what's around you," he said. "Not that knowing how to defend yourself isn't a bad idea. But good offenses are important."