Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Side Sim Pause for Paws (ongoing Open )

Posted by Crewman Quinn Emery Kindle (Yeoman / RTF) in Side Sim Pause for Paws (ongoing Open )
The dark red Turkish Angora cat walked down the corridor, tail swishing back and forth slightly, whiskers fully extended, and ears twitching at every noise. This was her home now. Time to explore and see what was missed from her duty hours point of view. She just hoped that Fenir wasn’t on the loose. Canines were one thing she had a healthy respect for wanting to keep distance from. AI controlled seemed like a better idea to avoid if possible.

She didn’t purr while walking, she heard a few conversations that didn’t really concern the ship so she ignored it.

She noted a few spots that would warrant a closer look another day and turned around intending to return to her quarters before her duty shift began. There was still time to relax before she needed to see Cobb’s morning PaDD’s and such.

• Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF (Feline off duty )

Casela was walking down the corridor, in a bit of a hurry. She didn’t have enough time for everything on her schedule today. She felt Quinn’s presence but didn’t see her. She paused looking around…was she hallucinating? She spotted the red-furred cat and looked at it confused. There were no pets on the ship, unless you counted GLaDOS’ rabbit experiments. And then Casela made the connection and began to laugh. “Have fun, Quinn!” she said as she headed off down the corridor. She was NOT giving that secret away. She couldn’t wait to see what everyone else made of the random cat wandering the hallways.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

With breakfast finished and Casela off to begin her assignments for the day, Cobb decided that perhaps a leisurely stroll around the ship might be in order. For one thing, it would help to settle the delicious mountain of bacon rolls he had just consumed (Kindle truly was an incredible cook). And also, were the Counselor or the Doctor to spot him engaging in some exercise, then they might be more willing to hold their tongues on the subject of his ‘beer belly’. It was shaping up to be a pleasant enough day, no nightmarish crises to contend with, no anomalies currently out of containment and rampaging across his ship. Just a remarkable vessel and its even more remarkable crew quietly engaging in the things they did best. What a fine time to be a captain!

Stepping out of the turbolift, Zachariah began to whistle a cheery tune as he walked, occasionally throwing out a “Good morning” to those he passed by, each one pausing and turning to gaze in stunned amazement. For surely this temperament was a rarity indeed on one as formidable as Zachariah Cobb. Not that any of them would venture to complain!

Rounding a corner, however, the old man found himself almost tripping over a small, reddish object at his feet. One hand immediately reaching for his commbadge in preparation for an anomaly alert, it took a few seconds for his eyes to take in the tiny, furry form before him. A cat!
“Well now,” Cobb exclaimed excitedly, dropping to his knees and holding out a hand, “Where did you come from then, eh? Here, kitty, kitty?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb