Thundy Posted January 14, 2015 Share Posted January 14, 2015 Chapter One Doctor Essel Charlie scrubbed the last of dirt from little mouses fur under the running water. When she was done, she carefully dried it on her labcoat. The little thing shook and little water droplets fell all over the ground. "What am I going to do with you?" The mouse seemed to smirk at her. Mice on this station, she thought, they are so much more intelligent then anywhere else. She thought back to her time on the research station a decade before, surrounded by Tajara, her family. She chucked to herself. Though the Tajara denied being feline in nature and only similar to cats in their looks, there never was a mouse to be found onboard. Her thoughts turned back to the mouse she had cleaned. It had lept from her hand to the floor and was now sniffing something that was bryond her view. She thought about what to name it, then grinned as a small, blonde haired Doctor walked into the medical lobby ahead. If only I had a... Out of no where, the bluespace cat was there. Early on, Charlie had learned that these bluespace people came and went as they chose, fixing machines, turning on lights, directing people around the station. She had heard that they travelled through dimentions, through worm holes, through time itself. One crazy preacher had told her that they were actually angels sent from God to fix the universe one problem at a time...She had chosen to stop asking questions. The Tajaran that looked at her with eternity in its eyes placed something lightly into Charlies hand, putting one finger to its lips and vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. Charlie let out a breath she didn't realise she had been holding and looking down. In her hand was the smallest collar she had ever seen. It was a light grey colour, small enough to be a ring, with a tiny metal nametag dangling from it that read "Doctor Phoebe Essel." She held it to her chest a second, smiling to herself, then got down on one knee, slipping the tiny collar around the tiny neck of the mouse. It struggled at first and she had trouble with the clasp but eventually she fastened it, the metal tag clinking softly. There, she thought, beaming down at the small rodent, you are mine now. Quote Link to comment
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