Sickbay: George, Chris, Spock, Doctors etc

[kirk_george]

George was curled into a ball and unable to enjoy all the interesting scents that were coming through around him. He wanted down, and away from the mean lady. This new place they had been taken to was full of interesting sounds and sights. He vaguely recalled being here, and he was pretty sure there were high places to hide from the mean people in.

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[kirktastic]

Jim got on calling several people immediately - Pike, Karl, Zach, Bones, and Nyota. An immediate page to get down to sickbay now, there's been a problem.

A fuzzy, annoyingly cute problem. Jim looked down at Spock still in his arms, and tried to figure out just how he was going to explain this to any of them. I'm sorry, liquor turned your friends/husband/whateverSpockistoNyotanow into a tiny kitten. We'll provide a litter box for the next few days.

Yea... no.

[kirk_george]

Shorter man smelled like one of his people. But his last person swatted him down. Didn't want to fall all the way down again. Was high, safe. Didn't want to be carried by the neck by mean people again. Safest to stay up high where mean people couldn't get him.

He curled further back into the corner, tail lashing and growled, making himself into a big ball of fur, tale lashing furiously, glaring murderously down at everyone. BAD PEOPLE. All bad people. He surveyed. Only one door open. Hoped that would lead out of place with the people

He could escape once he was down. Was up really high. Finally he crept toward the edge, and lept down to Pike's hands, still puffed up and growling. Better not get any ideas about restraining his freedom. He was onto these people.

[letspunchit]

Four sets of claws dug into his palms as the kitten landed. Ouch. George was ornery as a kitten, apparently, but Chris's reflexes and history of wrangling barn cats as a kid were more than a match for him - he grabbed George and held him to his chest, left hand holding his hindquarters and kicking back legs together and right hand keeping his upper body immobile. Fortunately he wasn't a strong full-grown tom (which was strange in itself, but he'd ponder that later).

George yowled. He wasn't happy at all.

[geekiwi]

Kitten Chris was looking unimpressed at being the only one not yet rescued by friendly hands, so Karl, with a murmured word of thanks to the redshirt lady (she looked relieved beyond imagining), took him from her. He stared at Chris a moment, honestly at a loss, then bundled him awkwardly against his chest, imitating Pike, who appeared to know what he was doing. Though Chris didn't seem as inclined to commit homicide as George did, so Karl probably had it easier.

Zach was not going to believe this. They'd have to make sure Noah didn't get to Chris...

[erudite_actor]

At last. Chris rubbed against Karl, relieved to finally be in familiar hands. Purring happily, he wriggled into a more comfortable position, peeking over at the ginger kitten. He still looked suspicious. Maybe that wasn't his person after all?

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones called his staff in, watched as M'Kriss examined each of the kittens in turn. They were collared and photographed, so that Security would have pictures in case they got out.

He helped where he could, but it was clear that the kittens had a mind of their own, yet each appeared to be connected to their particular person. Nyota, Pike, and Karl were given instructions on how to replicate kitten formula food, and an ensign was already looking for appropriate litter box materials.

Bones watched the group leave Sickbay with their charges, Jim heading back over to Science lab to see what sort of progress they were making on the antidote. Then he went into his office to type up the notes for this incident, but sat there a while, staring at the monitor, unable to come up with the words.