Welp We're Here and That's What Matters

[ahelpingpaw]

[Perhaps it's tradition by now, he doesn't know. Still, he does send a note to everyone some time after the trial. Simple and to the point:]

Because everything on this ship is awful, I think a drink is needed. Come get some at the bar, it'll do you some good as long as you don't drink too much

Filbo (pawprint)

[Indeed, if you come to the bar you'll find there's one of everything. Filbo seems to have asked literally every drink he knows or has at least heard about, and lined them up from the most mellow to the strongest. There's one of each, so it's limited, take yours before it's gone! Or...ask Jimmy Buffett for more, he's right there.

Should he be encouraging drinking? He's not completely certain, but he had to do something! And this is as good as anything -- not festive because this is no time to be festive, but also social enough to encourage coming.

This will do.]

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[ltcommandroid]

[Well, some of us can't actually get drunk, so...there's that.

Data will put in an appearance regardless, but not immediately. His first stop is the buffet, to give Spot and Parker their dinners. It's an unpleasant necessity, locking them in his room all day when there's trials, but he can't really see a way around it. No good could possibly come of bringing them into the courtroom. The sight of him doling out pieces of chopped-up seafood while yelling cats swarm his ankles is pretty standard by now - jail for Data, jail for one thousand years.

After the children have been sated, he'll bring them both into the bar along with him. He and Filbo have spoken about how animals can be therapeutic, after all. Feel free to partake in therapy cats if you'd like - Parker doubtless knows most of you well enough by now to partake in petting, and Spot is curled up mostly asleep in Data's lap, so what's she gonna do about it. Data's just kind of sitting here being a cat bed; not like he can drink, after all, and he doesn't seem inclined to seek out conversation.

Later in the night, when Data would typically be patrolling, he will instead be standing on the top deck, by the railing, looking out over the ocean.]

therapy cats

[silentscout]

[Lalli is obligated to bring Kissa to cat playtime. Kissa is a playful cat, after all, and is quick to chase after Parker and bat at him a bit. Lalli, meanwhile, will sit with Data.]

Does she always sleep like that?

[ltcommandroid]

Frequently. I suppose I have enough padding on my legs that it is not uncomfortable.

[not just a robot skeleton!]

[silentscout]

Mmm. Spot likes you a lot. Cats only sleep on the people they see as their own.

[So says Lalli, local cat expert.]

[ltcommandroid]

We have lived together for several years. She does not like anyone else as much as she likes me - in truth, she is rather particular.

[silentscout]

Mhmm. Cats are like that.

[Kissa doesn't seem attached specifically to Lalli, but she does sleep in his room at night at the very least.]

Do you remember when I explained about the three kinds of souls?

[ltcommandroid]

I do.

[but I don't, rip OH WAIT IS IT LIKE THAT TUMBLR POST ABOUT GHOST BEARS]

[silentscout]

[GHOST BEARS

But no, he talked about it here.]

My luonto is a cat. It's one of those big ones with very short tails. So I understand cats a little better because of it.

[ltcommandroid]

It takes an animal form? [...] Do you mean a lynx?

[silentscout]

Mhmm. Onni's is an owl. Tuuri's is a sparrow. Mine is a lynx.

They're always animals of some kind.

[ltcommandroid]

Interesting.

[He scratches Spot's head lightly.]

I am unsure if souls are real in my world, but nonetheless, I would likely not possess one.

[silentscout]

If I had my powers I could look and tell you. But you have a personality, so you probably have a 'second soul' at least.

[ltcommandroid]

Can you have a second soul without a first? I am not technically alive. I was not born.

Therapy Cats

[cethflayn]

[caaaaaaaaaaaats]

...Oh, is that Spot?

[Flayn somehow missed the memo that Spot Is Here! And as much as she'd like to befriend Spot, she does remember Data said she's picky about people, so she sits with Parker first, and gives him some careful scritches behind that Vaporeon frill.]

[ltcommandroid]

It is. Evidently, she was in the machine as well.

[ooooh, frill scritches are the best scritches]

[cethflayn]

[All these ding dang cats in the machine!!!]

And she is alright?

[ltcommandroid]

She is. The change in environment has bothered her, I believe, but that is typical.

[cethflayn]

That is a valid thing to be bothered by.

[Looks longingly at catte......but no, Parker likes her so she's gonna pet Parker.]

Does she...like the fish available to her, here?

[ltcommandroid]

She does. I am concerned that it is not the most healthy diet - ordinarily, I would use such things as treats. But there are far greater concerns here.

[cethflayn]

I suppose that is true. The cats at Garreg Mach loved to eat whatever fish you brought them - they were not picky, and usually the fish were freshly caught.

[Giving Parker some gentle pets now, thinking about seeing Byleth give out whole-ass Airmid Goby to cats with no qualms.]

Do they make special food for cats, where you are from?

[ltcommandroid]

They do. I have formulated Spot's food myself.

[.....]

Actually, I have formulated several different versions. She prefers variety.

[cethflayn]

Then it sounds like she has a sophisticated palate.

[ltcommandroid]

She does.

[his cat's just so spoiled]

Mr. Jones was unable to provide me with any cat-specific food, but I did appreciate his consideration in the matter.

[cethflayn]

Maybe there is a way to combine foods available here that...might be healthier than just fish alone?

[It sounds wrong though, what could be better for a cat than fish?]

[ltcommandroid]

A large part of the issue is the sauces and spices used on the fish. Such things are created for human palates.

[raw fish might be better!]