Caught Cat Napping - Backdated to before the mission - OTA

[death_from_above]

Who: Spark and whoever encounters him
Where: All the public areas of the Train.
When: Before the mission
What: Trying to regain Spark.
Warnings: Bad puns, possible angst.



Spark has to come to terms with the fact that Adrien... just isn't showing up. He knew Leia kept telling him he needed to trust others, to not hide so much of himself anymore. But maybe it was time to go back to just being Spark. Maybe he had to just stop being Gar and Privateer Pirate all together. That meant he had to be socializing more as Spark. Well, wasn't like Gar had all that many friends left on the train anyway.

So Spark was wandering the Train cars, and napping in random in the way places to get people to talk to him, even if it is just to make him move. He needed to come to terms with just being Spark, and what was a more cat thing to do than just being constantly in the way....?

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[shadowcourage]

Shadow could remember Spark. Its hard to forget people who have personhood issues and he remembers that one camping trip well enough being just...full of people like that.

So he remembers Spark just fine when he heard he was on the train.

Also he liked to nap in random places too, since his nocturnal nature made his room not the ideal place. So its when he's looking for his own nap spot that he catches sight of a familiar cat. "Huh, there ya are. I wonder if I'd see ya."

[death_from_above]

Spark looked over and then gave a small feline smile and bobbed his head in a nod. "Yeah, I'm here meow."

[shadowcourage]

"I almost forgot the puns," he said, kneeling down. "How ya been?"

[death_from_above]

"How could you have remembered me and fur-got the puns?" he asked, sounding a little too innocent.

[shadowcourage]

He stuck out his tongue at him. "Been a while since we talked and words are always eh," he said, waving a hand in the air. "One of those weird things about me."

[death_from_above]

"My puns are a weird thing about you? That's some ego," he teased.

[shadowcourage]

Shadow rolled his eyes. "No, all words. Words are weird," he said.

[death_from_above]

"So now you're claiming all words?" he asked, rolling onto his side, to present his belly for pets.

[shadowcourage]

Shadow reaches over for belly rubs.

"Nah, told ya I wasn't a normal person. Words are like a second language thing for me," he said with a shrug.

[death_from_above]

"If words are a second language, what's you're first?"

[shadowcourage]

He just gestures to his whole body.

[death_from_above]

Spark gave him his most unimpressed look, then considered for a moment. Waitta sec! You remember me! From Nautilus! Which means you remember that place!"

[shadowcourage]

"Yeah," Shadow said. "What, do ya have a lot of people just act like they know ya from outta nowhere?"

[motherofresistance]

Speaking of moving, Spark may want to do that, as Leia was walking through the corridor carrying a basket of laundry. A basket that might well make it difficult for her to see small orange cats that are underfoot.

[death_from_above]

Spark cracked one eye. Saw Leia coming down his way with the laundry. Closed his eye again. Someone else, he might have moved. Dominic he would have stayed in the way just to be a pest. But Leia? Leia was like Miranda. He was sure she was already aware of him and would either step over him... or upend the basket on his head. Unless it was already clean. Then he might find himself scooped up and dropped on top. Either way, he didn't need to move.

No way in the world Leia would step on him or trip over him.

[motherofresistance]

Sadly, Leia's Force-based sense of danger didn't include such minor hazards as tripping over a lazy cat. So while she thankfully didn't step directly on him, her foot did catch, causing her to stumble. That she didn't end up on the floor was a testament to her reflexes, but Spark did end up buried in a pile of train uniforms of various colors. "Spark!", Leia said. "What are you doing, napping in the middle of the corridor?"

[death_from_above]

"Getting washed-out, apparently. And close-lined to boot."

He squirmed until his head was poking out from under a sleeve. Or possibly in it.

[motherofresistance]

"Well it's partly your own fault," Leia said as she bent to gather up the spilled laundry. "Unlike most cats, you're intelligent enough to know that getting underfoot like that is a bad idea. You're lucky you didn't actually get stepped on." That would have been much more unpleasant for them both.

[death_from_above]

"I'm still a cat though. I sleep were I wanna sleep." He jumped into the basket to drag the shirt he was half stuck through with him to where she could get it. "If I don't change where I sleep for Melina, why would I change it for anyone elsE? She's got the scarier teeth."

[motherofresistance]

She slipped the shirt off of him to avoid him potentially getting stuck in the sleeve and added it back to the basket. "Because the odds of you getting stepped on in a crowded, narrow corridor are significantly higher than they likely are back home," Leia said. "And teeth or no teeth, I doubt you'd enjoy that."

[death_from_above]

"But whoever steps on me will feel so guilty they'd feed me and beg for furgiveness. Honestly, I can't be your first cat, Leia."

[motherofresistance]

"You're not," Leia confirmed. "Just the first one who thought that sort of logic would work on me when I know they have more common sense than that. You'll find I have little sympathy for stupidity-induced injuries, Spark."

[death_from_above]

"Not stupidity, just accepting stuff" he said with a feline shrug. "At the moment, looking to accept apology fish." He jumped to the back of one of the seats.

[motherofresistance]

"If you're sleeping in the middle of a hallway, then you must have also accepted the increased chances of being stepped on or tripped over," Leia said. "And if you accepted that risk willingly then there's no point in paying you in fish because exactly that happened." She finished gathering up the spilled laundry; thankfully it hadn't been washed yet.

[death_from_above]

"Most humans don't give it that much thought," he muttered.