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[works_in_space]

Cubefall isn't doing much for the good captain. Oh, he finds it intriguing, as good explorers should. Alien holidays are very noteworthy. But he has no real interest in being someone or something else (he was a woman once, anyway). And is pretty sure that you really aren't being turned into an animal or robot - he can think of a dozen rational

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[ostro_goth]

There is a dark-haired woman, interested in the map and the blocks, watching from a few yards away.

[works_in_space]

"Good morning." He looks up for just a moment.

[ostro_goth]

"Good morning," she says. "Those are planets in space, are they not?"

[works_in_space]

"Yes. Though I'm concerned with this one." He points at something labeled Babel. "My ship is on its way there."

[agtninetynine]

99's vidscreen shows up the moment she appears in the bar.

And, well, let's just say she's never had a problem taking on new guises, especially one that seems so familiar.

If one looks close enough, they might see former remnants of her normal face, but the body and clothes are almost drastically different.

Hel-lo, sixties.

[works_in_space]

Jim looks up for a second. And does a double take. It's like Laura. But it's not. And the clothes...he's seen clothes like that before. When he was in 1960s New York, chasing Gary Seven.

"Laura...is that you?" Another secret mission?

[agtninetynine]

She looks up from studying her rather impressive pair of boots.

"It's me, alright." Her voice is slightly different, too, thanks to the new shape, and she looks up at him with a curious expression.

"I guess it really did work."

[works_in_space]

He studies her for another moment. "This isn't a...work thing, then? It's for Cubefall?" He has to admit that she is still quite attractive.

[visible_sariel]

Speaking of black cats...

A Terran-standard cat would have rather a time arresting rule-breakers, this is true. But Sariel's not on security.

Something soft brushes Kirk's ankle, just for a split second - it's the tip of an impressively-curled tail, for reference. It's almost immediately followed by a voice from rather nearer the ground than usual saying, "Excuse me, sir."

Whether it's English, Kweyol, feline or more than one at once isn't clear. It's definitely a familiar voice, though.

[works_in_space]

Jim stares. For about thirty seconds.

"Ensign?"

[visible_sariel]

If Sariel were in her proper shape just now, she'd be looking uncomfortable. As is, by the end of that silence of Kirk's, there's been a little nervous grooming of one front leg. Just a little. Blast these feline reactions.

"Yes, sir," is her answer. "This is a Cubefall reconfiguration," she hastens to add. "I've been assured that the shape change is temporary."

That faintly anxious look's a mightily similar expression to one of Sariel's own, albeit on a face with black fur, copper eyes and whiskers. Some things don't change with a person's form.

[works_in_space]

"I hope so. Your captain probably would not be happy to have you out of uniform." He tries to smile, but it's forced. "How is it working out?"