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[This post? Completely an accident. It goes up a little while after the flood ends, at the tail end of which tiny!Trip gave her chocolate. She had no idea what chocolate would do to her at five. The effects kind of...lasted.
Sorry, Barge, you get a preview of Trip and T'Pol's potential marital fail. It's mostly hard to see, since...T'Pol's just holding the PADD awkwardly. So there are flashes - mostly of a small cat dish with cat food ALL OVER.]
The bag was nearly full. Now most of it's on the floor. [The view goes wobbly as she takes a few steps. Khoteth the kitty is eating just about as fast as he can, lest all that FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD, WONDERFUL FOOD disappear.
Trip's voice comes in next, exasperated:] I know most of it's on the floor, that's why I'm tryin' ta clean it up!
[Aaand cue some slightly annoying button pushing, followed by more chatter from Trip:] Hey - lemme have that.
[T'Pol:] No.
[Trip:] C'mon--
[T'Pol:] It's mine. [>|]
[Trip:] Whatever you gotta say, it can wait till--
[And about then is when the dreaded sounds of potential hairballs arise. That hurk hurk sound cats make when they realize they probably shouldn't have had that mouse. Or that last helping and a half of spilled cat food.]
[T'Pol:] What is he--
[All that's really visible is Khoteth's tail and spilled cat food at this point, but you can just imagined the oh god why faces going on here.]
[T'Pol:] Trip.
[He has never thrown up on her before and she is not cleaning that up, damn it. >| Her button pushing finally has the opposite effect she was looking for, and the feed dies.]
Sorry, Barge, you get a preview of Trip and T'Pol's potential marital fail. It's mostly hard to see, since...T'Pol's just holding the PADD awkwardly. So there are flashes - mostly of a small cat dish with cat food ALL OVER.]
The bag was nearly full. Now most of it's on the floor. [The view goes wobbly as she takes a few steps. Khoteth the kitty is eating just about as fast as he can, lest all that FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD, WONDERFUL FOOD disappear.
Trip's voice comes in next, exasperated:] I know most of it's on the floor, that's why I'm tryin' ta clean it up!
[Aaand cue some slightly annoying button pushing, followed by more chatter from Trip:] Hey - lemme have that.
[T'Pol:] No.
[Trip:] C'mon--
[T'Pol:] It's mine. [>|]
[Trip:] Whatever you gotta say, it can wait till--
[And about then is when the dreaded sounds of potential hairballs arise. That hurk hurk sound cats make when they realize they probably shouldn't have had that mouse. Or that last helping and a half of spilled cat food.]
[T'Pol:] What is he--
[All that's really visible is Khoteth's tail and spilled cat food at this point, but you can just imagined the oh god why faces going on here.]
[T'Pol:] Trip.
[He has never thrown up on her before and she is not cleaning that up, damn it. >| Her button pushing finally has the opposite effect she was looking for, and the feed dies.]