spa.

[massagecat]

Yes, sir.

For all the good it is, the spa is available for any relaxation needs and will remain so for as long as possible.

[the transmission snows for a moment; he's turned it off...or has he? In the distance, he's talking to - Captain Redd? He's left the communicator on!]

...yes, I see it, sir.

[Redd murmurs, too soft to hear.]

The doctor's

Comments

[shenghuanzhe]

[Kage doesn't knock, but just walks into Pan's spa. He looks a bit better, having actually shaved and eaten.]

Buddy? Y'in here?

[massagecat]

[unaware of his accidental transmission, Pan hops onto the counter, communicator forgotten.]

Kage.

[They haven't "hung out", as it were, in a while. Still, he meant what he said to the Captain. He had absolute trust in the first mate.]

You look slightly cleaner than before.

[shenghuanzhe]

[Kage heard the thing about Pan having faith in him despite his recent complete dysfunction. Kage starts unbuttoning his uniform jacket.]

Got time t'give me a back massage? Think I pulled somethin' in the gym.

[Kage drapes the jacket over a chair and glances at his comrade.]

Y'gonna stay furry for the pirates or get your monkey-suit on?

[massagecat]

Of course.

[he's used to Kage, and has no real sexual drive in this form, so he remains unruffled. Molly enjoys this image, however.]

I was just speaking with the Captain. He was unusually morose. Said he would consider it.

[he hops off the counter to lead Kage into the spa room.]

[shenghuanzhe]

[Kage follows Pan calmly, then lays down on the familiar massage table. He hooks his ankles and waits for Pan to do his thing.]

Hn. Prolly for the best with these ones--they're the zombie-type. Those floating, screaming bastards that are always with her.

[Kage exhales. What a pain.]

[massagecat]

I thought I recognized the shape of the hull. Her, then.

[the masseuse climbs up and begins kneading, knowing the right spots to work on the most.]

Last time we barely made it.

[shenghuanzhe]

[He exhales, enjoying the massage. Pan's pawpads are surprisingly soft and the occasional prickle of claws is a nice punctuation to the rhythm of the massage.]

This time we got the mechanic who's gonna employ some'a the cattle. Hopefully should be enough. Y'worried?

[massagecat]

I'm not entirely sure what to think of the mechanic, Kage.

[except that he's kind of tarded.]

I am....

[thinks for the word, kneading.]

Vaguely apprehensive.