Samuel

He's a tuxedo cat, with little white paws and the tip of his tail is white, and a white triangle patch just below his neck.

He's a bit standoffish, in the way many cats are. You might be able to pet him, he might bite you for trying, it depends on his mood (unless you're Spock. That's his person.)

Spock follows the murmuring in his mind to the aft Jefferies tube and hesitates beside a nearby vent as the murmuring grows louder and begins to sound like… purring? Moving incredibly quickly, he manages to pry off the vent cover with long fingers and out hops Samuel, a little dusty and bedraggled.]

Samuel. I have recommended that you be careful sticking your whiskers into unknown areas within this ship in case such an event should occur. I ask that you be more careful in the future.

[While he sounds as logical as ever, Spock is evidently deeply relieved that no harm has befallen the curious little cat.]

(@commander-spock-of-vulcan)

(ooc: feel free to wait on this one if Sammy needs more vent time!)

*Samuel had been in the vents for nearly a day and a half now. He had explored parts of the ship multiple times over, but even that had gotten boring. Did no one miss him? He curls up into a little ball, and and thinks. He thinks of the other car companions on the ship, he thinks of how he does so love trying to sneak into the Arboretum to find catnip. He thinks of Spock... Of laying in his lap during his shifts. Of curling into his side as he meditated. Subconsciously, thinking of his best friend, he began to purr.*

*he's stopped in his comforting noise when the creaking of metal makes his fur stand up, and the vent cover is pulled away. Yes! Now was his chance! He hops out of the vent and looks up at his savior, only to see his greatest friend*

"Mrrreow!"

*he rubs his face against Spock's legs, but soon decides that's not enough, and, while being very careful not to claw his friend, climbs up to his shoulders, oh so like when they first met. When settled across his shoulders he began to purr again, a deep rumbling through his entire small body, and into Spocks*

Meow

[Oh shit]

(@nurse-scotchh)

*Samuel was resting. It had been almost a day he'd been in here and he felt so alone. He missed Spock, he missed his dinner. He was deep asleep when he feels the paws of another cat bump him*

*wait.*

*what?*

*he shoots up, his fur ruffled and a bit dusty, before realizing it was nurse scotch*

"brrrrrm!"

[hello!]

*he pressed the top of his head flat against nurse scotches shoulder, purring happily*

"mrrreow?"

[I'm so glad youve found me! How is Spock? Is he looking for me?]

*Samuel was staring longingly out of the grate, slotted metal allowing him to see boots pass by. He's long given up on meowing, most people think they're hearing things and walk away, some get scared. No one notices the little tuxedo cat behind the grate. It's been nearly 6 hours. He closes his eyes for a nap when a few seconds later a horrible, echoing, cloud shattering clang sounds all around him, inescapable. His fur puffs up and he leaps back into a defensive pose, hissing. When he sees the retreating boots of some stupid ensign he flattens himself. How foolish of him. His ears hurt, he wants Spock.*

Huh?

[It’s silent for a minute and then another scratch followed by what sounds like tiny knives being dragged across metal.]

That’s it, i’m out of here! Hopefully Scotty figures it out when he wakes up...

(@lieutenanthikarusulu)

*hearing the shuffling steps of someone walking past, Samuel rushes to the nearest grate, peering through with shocking yellow eyes*

"prrreow?"

*it's Lieutenant Sulu! Samuel doesn't really have a firm grasp on military ranks, more so seeing it as Me→Spock→everyone else, but Sulu was nice enough, though it was frustrating to not be allowed into the Arboretum, something about plants poisonous for cats. As if he would be foolish enough to eat them!*

*none the less, surely Lieutenant Sulu would help him. He drags his paws against the grate, and when that doesn't work, tries to shove a white paw through the slots. Alas! Too many tuna treats have made him too plump, so all he manages is to shuffle his claws against the metal, letting out a dismayed growl when Sulu fled*

*in his exploration, he found a vent with the cover not yet back on, and peeked inside. He sniffs once, twice, then sneezes, the dust coating his nose. A new spot to explore..... He very elegantly and with no awkward scrambling at all hops up into the vent, exploring twists and turns in the dark expertly.*

*but alas, he quickly found himself bored. There were no mice in here. No little crinkly balls to chase, no humans to torment or Vulcans to lay upon and purr. Turning back he quickly found his exit, except. The cover was back on, his vision into the hall slotted through the grate.*

"...brrrreow?"

*his own curious meow echos around him. What foolish human locked him inside a vent? How could they! Oh, when Samuel finds Spock to complain how they would get it! ... Spock. He did not express or feel his worry in the way humans might, which is what made him so particularly delightful to Samuel. Surely he would come looking. Surely no man as logical and intelligent as he would let him disappear? With a small huff, and a sigh, he curls up infront of the grate, deciding that if they spotted Spock he would simply yowl for assistance. He rests his chin on his white paws and waits. And waits, and waits. He purrs to comfort himself before deciding he disliked the rumbling echo around him. And he fell asleep*