Hologram

[walkingballpit]

[ The hologram is rather funny looking, walking in place through an unseen crowd, occasionally making weird arm motions that are either steering people out of his way or a terrible interpretive dance. ]

Okay. Nobody panic. There may or may not be a cat wandering the space station. Or. You know. Crawling around in the ducts. I'm not sure if he's in them yet.

For those that aren't from Earth, a cat is a small, nonverbal ball of orange fur with four legs. This answers to Niels.

[ He stops walking momentarily, but then shrugs and resumes the pace. ]

Okay, he doesn't answer to Niels, but he'll glance at you for a good four seconds before he goes back to doing what he wants.

If you see him, please, please don't spook him. Just call me. He's not a normal housecat - trust me we do not want him freaking out in a confined space. You should see what he does to his carriers.

[ It has, at least, occurred to him that everyone from an Earth is going to think this is a joke or perhaps that he's crazy. He might as well go for broke, right? ]

Um. Better let me know if you see any. Unusual. Light shows. And don't use any high-speed bouncing blurs of orange for target practice. You'll only make him harder to catch.

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[hologram]

[littlecousin]

You lost Niels? Robbie!

[She doesn't actually know anything about cats that doesn't come from a pet food commercial.]

[hologram]

[walkingballpit]

I didn't lose Niels!

He escaped. This has nothing to do with me being a bad cat-guardian.

[hologram]

[littlecousin]

Well, it's not like he can get hurt...

[hologram]

[walkingballpit]

And if he blows a hole in the hull? Or pees on the computer that controls the life support?

[alwaysadrift]

[Given the sheer volume of cat videos that exist on Earth, Drift can only guess humanity had some strange neo-religion based on the animals. Judging by the way Niels seems to be the dominate one in this relationship, that only supports Drift's theory. Well, he's not one to question the apotheosis of a neo-feline religion so...]

What offerings do you usually provide in order to appease him?

[There must divine kitten treats in the marketplace somewhere.]

[rodders]

There's a song that goes with the offering. Something like Mao? I think it's Mao.

( Yes. It's absolutely Mao. )

[alwaysadrift]

Mao-mao-something?

[Sing it with him Rodimus, this sounds familiar.]

[rodders]

Yeah! ( The tune Rodimus sings is not the Meow Mix jingle, however, but something more akin to The Imperial March. ) Mao-mao-mao-mao--

Is that all there is to it?

[walkingballpit]

[ Luckily, someone does not have telepathy amongst his powers and can't hear how he's being thought of. ]

Offerings? You mean like cat food? Well, he hates Meow Mix, I know that. Anything fish, he'll stuff his whole head in the bowl if it's fish. Those little freeze-dried chicken treats.

[ Try finding that on a space station though. ]

I've been giving him whatever meat I'm eating to try. Cats are carnivores.

[alwaysadrift]

[Lucky indeed, but from an external perspective who really is the owner in that relationship? You sound pretty whipped, Robbie.]

So food is what he prefers? Hmm, I think I've seen 'fish' in the marketplace? [Probably best to verify though. Both its existence and his definition of 'fish'. Not that he'll ever understand the carnivore thing (slightly gross okay?) beyond 'it's an organic thing'.]

When and where did he last grace you with his presence?

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[rodders]

( Rodimus is sulking. He is in the middle of a VERY GOOD SULK somewhere far away from most everyone on Knowhere because he is 4.2 million going on five. But-- )

What does a bouncing light show have to do with a small fuzzy organic?

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[walkingballpit]

The small, fuzzy organic is causing the light show.

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[rodders]

You guys can do that?

( What the heck. )

[hologram; locked]

[knightoflight]

[Headtilt.]

If it doesn't answer to Niels, why do you call it that?

[hologram; locked]

[walkingballpit]

Because that's his name? He's a cat; humans name them.

[hologram; locked]

[knightoflight]

I was just thinking, maybe he'd respond if you used his actual name. I suppose his 'cat' name.

[Are you violating his rights by forcing a name on him? Maybe that's why he runs away, friend. ]

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[aerospacecommander]

I guess you could say ...

The cat is outta the bag.

[Seriously, is he the only one of these metal-morons who has spent enough time on Earth to know what a cat is?]

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[walkingballpit]

Your timing is less than purr-fect. Find cat then puns.

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[aerospacecommander]

So what you are saying is that this is some sort of cat-tastrophe.

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[sophos]

Pretty sure there's plenty more to panic over than a wandering cat. [A beat, because unusual light shows -] What makes him not so normal, exactly?

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[walkingballpit]

He got caught in a lab accident a few years ago. He got doused with hyperkinetic energy; it's not like he's radioactive.

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[sophos]

I'm not saying it's a bad thing, just wondering what to look out for. Flashing, unusual lights wasn't too detailed to go on in a space station.

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[luckyfaceplate]

I'll be sure to keep an eye out for the cat.

[He's a little proud of himself (on the inside, it doesn't outwardly show, of course) that he knows what that is. Yay years of observing!]

Although I can't guarantee if we see each other that it won't be spooked.

[He's kind of 30 feet tall.]

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[walkingballpit]

Thanks.

[The number of normal, not-crazy reactions he's had from the Cybertronians is really alarming.]

I'm kinda worried he's already spooked? This place is so far from Earth it's crazy.

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[luckyfaceplate]

[After four million years of war, you become jaded to a lot.]

Is it? Does it...have an exact set of coordinates?

[Sorry, what about a cat?]