Ten Forward Lounge : Halloween Shenangians

[writes_with_digital_ink]

Gaila squeaks.

She tries not to do that. People have a tendency to think it is adorable, and while that can be all kinds of fun in the right circumstances, she tries to aim for more professional as a general trait.

But, no. She squeaks. She squeaks, and spills her hot chocolate (laced with enough cayenne pepper to turn it pinkish) over her hand.

Then again, given her clothes have suddenly morphed in this, she has good reason.

If nothing else, she's now over six foot thanks to those heels. And there is a tiara. And...a whip?







"Um?"

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[writes_with_digital_ink]

"Oh, aren't you beautiful," Gaila says once Sam and Bubsy join her in the arboretum. Her tone could be that of an artist marvelling a painting, or an animal-lover cooing over a puppy; really, it's both.

[ooc: if the time-skip is okay by you! if not, I'll change it :-) ]

[immutablysam]

[totally ok, yep]

Bubsy, despite being very clearly made of metal, wood and cloth, seems to act and react independently of any input from Sam. At the praise, he flaps a few times, lifting off and whirling around Gaila, before settling down and rolling up to her.

"Told you he'd take to you."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"You did, you did, oh hello." She squats down and peers at Bubsy, her entire face alight.

"Where'd you make him? Or find him? Are there others like him in your world? What can he do - yes, you're very clever, you're a very clever machine, aren't you."





Sorry, Sam, you're being a little ignored right now. She'll remember to look back up at you in a moment.

[immutablysam]

All things considered, both Sam and Bubsy seem perfectly content with this situation. Its very possible that some of that wing waggling could be interpreted as the equivalents of a wagging tail as the ornithopter happily accepts the attention, not quite to the point of trying to knock his new friend over.

"He's one of a kind. He was made by a guy named Dr. Mitchell, but ending up smart as he is was sort of an accident. As for what he can do, knows a couple dozen commands, herds like a pro, and if you trust your grip, I bet I could ask 'im to take you flying."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

That gets her looking up, her grin brilliant. Then she tilts her head a little in a version of a shrug.

"Another day, I think. A few too many things going on at the moment. But flying...I'd be interested."

Then she laughs softly.

"Ever tried herding cats?"

[immutablysam]

"Whenever you like then, just look us up, I s'pose. On this ship, not like we're going anywhere. As for cats, he don't like cats so much. Least the one he's met. Can't say as I blame him on that one. Gave it quite a chase a couple times, though. He's pretty good with sheep, cows and children, though."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"I wonder how he'd take to tribbles. Do you know about tribbles?"

[immutablysam]

"What in any number of hells is a tribble?"