#Speckles ( the enterprise cat )

[starfleetsxvulcan]

[Insert Bluebird smothering Speckles who was now a lion, unaware Spock was trying to find her] "Look how big you are sweet girl!" (@mediical-trek )

Spock rounded the slightly curved corner of the hall in a near bolt.

He had only left his quarters for a moment and upon returning Speckles was no longer there. She had gone. The science officer could only assume she had decided the pad around the Enterprise like she always tended to do, meaning she could be on her way to a multitude of places and most certainly she'd be spotted by the crew quite soon enough. She wouldn't be recognized either even if her friendly attitude was in no way altered in her change of looks.

Much to his own surprise, however, as he skidded to a halt at the sight. It was Bluebird happily engaging with Speckles. No manner of alarm on her face, just pure enjoyment and his transformed animal companion was absolutely basking in the doctor's affections, gently pawing at her, rubbing against her for more.

'Bluebird! I am...pleased to see you.' The vulcan exclaimed, briefly letting out a silent puff of relief to himself. As he strode closer to the scene the big cat's ears perked up.

'Clearly you found Speckles, distracted her long enough as well. Unfortunately, I have no clear explanation as to how she ended up this way. My tricorder scans only indicate that she is a domestic feline with no regard to her current appearance.'

// @mediical-trek

[starfleetsxvulcan]

Spock caught the grin from McCoy as he calmly walked over to the doctor with the feline bundled in his arms who looked quite content.

It was clear this was not the first time the half-alien had her in his arms.

'Do not go blaming me, Doctor. The latest theory is she was snuck aboard after the Enterprise left the previous spacedock.' He explained pointedly before he gave a little scratch behind the animal's ear with a finger, almost absent-mindedly. 'The science unit named her against my protests...Speckles is the only identification she would respond to, apparently.'

At that Speckles meowed and the science officer frowned deeper slightly.

@starfleetsxvulcan sent ; A certain Vulcan carries a speckled cat into the medical bay. 'This is Speckles.' Spock states.

He might be hallucinating. Or - no, actually, this makes perfect sense, Spock at times seems capable of absolutely anything and everything if it means throwing McCoy for a loop. He stops mid-sentence in the report he's typing, looks between the cat and Spock several times over, and poorly hides a grin behind a hand with a clearing of his throat. Speckles is perhaps the most un-Vulcan name he can possibly imagine for an animal.

"Where - and how - in the hell did you get a cat on a starship?"

[elsewhereuniversity]

High above the bustling of the students, above the awestruck windows looking out at the sky, the ever-moving boughs of the trees, and the cats napping on the warm roof tiles, there's a weathercock. Multiple actually, a whole flock of them, jutting out from various towers of various buildings on the campus. Only some of them actually show the direction of the wind blowing past them, others show the weather conditions of places far away, or long-past, or occasionally nonexistent. Some point in the direction of an important artifact, or towards the fate or destiny of some unlucky kid of prophecy, some are the playthings of mysterious magical anomalies, some have learned to fly and spend their days bothering cats or stealing pens and sandwiches from distracted students. The purpose of most of these weathercocks is unknown, though occasionally some enterprising students take it upon themselves to study the movement patterns of their chosen specimen, in the hopes of figuring out what makes them turn. One particular weathercock has captured the attention of many such souls with its specific schedule and intent movements, which suggested it must be moved by a human-like (or, perhaps, greater) intelligence, or, at the very least, responding to magic that is.

I've been having a lot of fun reading the Cockwatchers' theories in the uni's newspaper, or listening in on their conversations in the cafeteria during lunch, so it breaks my heart to have to reveal this, but it's not really magic. No dark secrets, no great futures, no horrifying anomalies lie in the direction this particular weathercock is pointing (well, I suppose they may, but only by accident). In truth, I have been using it to play chess and occasionally checkers with some fae in the eastern part of the forest. I have a free period on tuesdays and fridays in the northern wing of the Media and Communications building, and I figured starting telecommunications with something in the forest would be a good way to pass the time. It kinda just snowballed from there. We've come up with quite an efficient system of signals, I'm pretty proud of it actually.

The point is, they're starting to get way too good at it. At the board games, I mean. I sort of had the upper hand when I started teaching them how to play, but I've never been especially good at either of these games, and apparently they practice amongst themselves in-between our sessions, so they're starting to consistently kick my ass. I haven't bet anything I was sad to lose, but it is getting on my nerves a bit, and anyways I've come up with a really good quip for when I win, and I want to get the chance to use it. Which brings me to the real reason I'm confessing to this whole thing: I need a chessmaster to come help me out. Or a checkersmaster, if there is such a thing. So if any of y'all want to come play (and help me win) against some fae, you can find me during 5th period on tuesday or 2nd period on friday on the 1 1/2th floor of the northern tower of the Media and Communications building, by the window with the paint-speckled windowsill that looks out at the tiny weathercock at the top of the eastern tower. Bring a trinket you wouldn't mind losing. And maybe some snacks too, while you're at it.

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[starfleetsxvulcan]

"I absolutely would adore meeting Speckles!" (@mediical-trek )

Spock rose a brow to Bluebird.

'Well, I am certain that she would be honored.' The vulcan stood up from behind his desk, walking over to the part of the room where his bed happened to be. Moments later, he returned with a dappled brown, white, and black calico in his arms.

The feline looked over at the medical officer with her autumn-colored eyes, ear flicking before an almost polite sounding mew came from her.

// @mediical-trek

[starfleetsxvulcan]

M!A: Speckles is a Lion for 3 days - good luck Spock

Spock was returning to his quarters after spending nearly eighteen hours upon the bridge.

As his door slid open, however, he wasn't anticipating a large blur of golden-white fur to lunge out at him, two giant paws pinning his shoulders to the floor of the hall, piercing eyes staring down into the widening stare of his own. There was a fully grown lioness and he was at her mercy. In a split moment of instinct the vulcan's hand twitched for the phaser at his waist but a startling thought of made him freeze.

The beast might be on top of him but there was no sign of irritation or aggression on her features, no claws out ready to strike, ears not drawn back, certainly no snarl upon the muzzle. Instead, there was a hint of playfulness in her gaze, and the way she was looking at him...he recognized it.

'Speckles...!' The blue-shirt exclaimed slightly and immediately the lion stepped off him. Sitting promptly, tail falling over her front paws as she seemed to look upon the pointed-eared man expectantly, as though waiting for a command. Slowly, Spock sat up, reaching a hand out, upon so, the giant feline brought her head forward to nudge against his palm, making a low but soft gutteral noise. His brows furrowed deeply at this, starting to scratch behind one of her ears knowing full well that his animal companion enjoyed it.

Remarkable, it was her.

'Somehow you have been transformed. I must figure out how and why, but first...back into my quarters.' There was a quick glance to his left and right before the science officer got to his feet beckoning the lioness back into his room. 'The captain may not be pleased to have a lioness on board, let alone, it is best to avoid a panic to those onboard.'

[starfleetsxvulcan]

IS THAT A FUCKING LION SPOCK

Spock's ears twitch, lowering his tricorder away from the lioness, that was at one point his cat Speckles, who was draped across his bed.

He then shoots a hard glare.

'Technically, she's a cat.'

[starfleetsxvulcan]

Spock is at his station like always except there is a speckled feline balanced on his shoulders. For a moment he brings his PADD up closer to the animal and she promptly nudges it with her head.

A meow.

'I quite agree.'

And he moves into his next calculation.

[starfleetsxvulcan]

*bolts to try and snatch speckles*

Spock moves in a flash, scooping Speckles up and away, eyes flashing dangerously.

'Do not.'

[starfleetsxvulcan]

WHERE IS SPECKLES

There is a startled sounding meow from where Spock's bed was in his quarters.

Then the vulcan's dark eyes were steeled over with a pointed glare.

'You have awoken her.'

[starfleetsxvulcan]

Hey Spock...what did you end up doing with the cat? Have you named it yet?

A triumphant meow sounded out from across the bridge before Spock could reply and trotting along like she owned the place was a speckled calico who hopped up onto the vulcan's station.

'Hm, yes...we unfortunately do not know where she came from. Theory is she was snuck onboard from a recent Starbase. By who exactly is still unknown.' The science officer raised a brow at the feline before crossing his arms and continuing. 'As you can see she is becoming rather familiar with the Enterprise, let alone, it seems her presence has resulted in crew moral rising. As far as names...she responds best to the title of Speckles, according to Lieutenant Uhura.'

There was an affirmative mew from Speckles.

[starfleetsxvulcan]

Spock raised a brow at the doctor.

'In that case, do not be shy to your...crewmate.' He said almost slyly before ever-so-gently placing Speckles right down on his desk before crossing his arms. 'She is quite harmless.'

There was cat fur on his shirt.

Meanwhile, the feline was already sniffing around, padding along the surface before finally occupying herself in pawing repeatedly at the unfinished report.

'I would have named her, if you must know, L'Nel.' The vulcan answered thoughtfully as he looked between both Speckles and his comrade before giving a little affirmative nod. 'It means..."bearer of the pattern". Her pelt, obviously.'

Spock caught the grin from McCoy as he calmly walked over to the doctor with the feline bundled in his arms who looked quite content.

It was clear this was not the first time the half-alien had her in his arms.

'Do not go blaming me, Doctor. The latest theory is she was snuck aboard after the Enterprise left the previous spacedock.' He explained pointedly before he gave a little scratch behind the animal's ear with a finger, almost absent-mindedly. 'The science unit named her against my protests...Speckles is the only identification she would respond to, apparently.'

At that Speckles meowed and the science officer frowned deeper slightly.