*cough* So. Another day, another carrot. Bear with me, I've been mainlining Looney Tunes today.

What? I am a man of many interests, and Looney Tunes are awesome.Thirty-one is kind of anticlimactic so far, people. Let's have a little drabble tree party, shall we ( Read more... )

The smell of salt water and the quiet rush of the waves were a soothing constant in the background. Chris strolled down the boardwalk, restless, searching for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Awake early for no good reason, he had slipped out of bed and dressed quietly, padding barefoot out the door with his shoes in hand ( Read more... )

It still seemed a little completely strange that he'd spent several days as a small, furry kitten. Chris shook his head as he walked down the corridor, the memories of that time still more foreign to him than not. It seemed more like a dream than reality, except for the things he couldn't explain. The collar. Waking up in the living room--okay, not ( Read more... )

[ooc: Just a reminder, this is in character but does not affect any ongoing plots. Have fun, everyone! :)]

Message To All Crew and Guests from the Recreation DepartmentIn an effort to supplement the Recreation Department budget and provide more activities for your enjoyment, we are pleased to invite all officers, crew and guests on board to the ( Read more... )

His dreams had been strange. Muted colors, the entire world skewed in weird ways he couldn’t pinpoint, like everything was too tall or he was too short. And the impression, through it all, that he was something other than human. At some point these images shifted, settled into the more familiar images of his usual dreamscape, that impression ( Read more... )

Adventures over for the time being, Chris was content to keep his explorations to where people were. Like this room with the comfortable chairs and sofas and paper things that people liked to look at. He climbed up into a comfortable chair and dozed, occasionally looking up when some person wandered by and offered a scratch on the head. None of ( Read more... )

When English majors can't sleep, they play with words. Beats staring at the shadows on the ceiling. No rules in sight, just a nosy actor who's finding the silence of space is somehow louder than the late-night L.A. traffic. Anyway, on to the meme ( Read more... )

After everyone had left to get settled back in, Chris grabbed a snack from the replicator. He sprawled in a chair with an apple and some peanut butter, reading one of the books he'd borrowed from Jim's bookshelf. When he'd left off before, Odysseus and his men were just navigating past the island of the Sirens. Chris tried to apply himself to ( Read more... )

Chris couldn't stand still. He practically vibrated with excitement, his borrowed body bouncing in place when he tried, so he paced the living room of their quarters. Looking down at his jeans and t-shirt he wondered if he should change and then decided that was stupid, resuming his pacing and grinning from ear to ear whenever he caught Zach or ( Read more... )