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Tweak says, "i'll be back"

Shepherd Derrial Book (i_nevermarried) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-07-03 04:05:00

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jake, shepherd book

Supply Run (tag: Jake)
It seemed somewhat ironic to Shepherd Book that a number of things that he needed daily were simply provided by this place where he lived, and yet when he had an emergency the thing he needed most was nowhere to be found. Admittedly, a cut finger wasn’t a true emergency. But it was definitely an annoyance when no bandages could be found.

After stopping the bleeding and determining that it wouldn’t need any trained medical attention, Book decided that perhaps he should take stock of what he had in the parsonage for such supplies and was heartily disappointed to find none. Not even an antibiotic ointment. For a body that liked to think himself prepared, that was a bit of a failing. Best to correct that now before he had a real emergency.

Which meant venturing out into The City. And hoping he could find not only what he needed, but find his way home again. It was always an adventure, and Book planned accordingly, assuming that he’d be out for some time. A short time later as he made his way across the park in search of an apothecary or a general store that would carry such supplies.

Perhaps he should not have been quite so hasty to send young Dr. Tam on his way.

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i_meow
2009-07-22 04:27 am UTC (link)

"I've heard rumors about the captain. The shopkeeper at the fish market said he stopped in one day. But I have yet to meet him. It's so difficult in this city, too, you know. What with the buildings changing all of the time."

Jake didn't know how some of these people didn't get lost forever. Were it not for his keen sense of smell, he would have quite a difficult time trying to locate Jennifer's apartment every night.

"Well, if I ever encounter the captain, I will be sure to inform him of your desire to cross paths. Perhaps we could all meet sometime. That would be lovely. All of us space-faring gents in one room, discussing our travels and adventures."

Jake was a very enthusiastic feline. And he loved to hear tales of other worlds and learn about different space vessels. That was the scientist in him. Always curious about new gadgets.

"It's telepathy. By communicating mentally, I am able to break the language barrier difficulties of speaking aloud. My thoughts are transmitted, for lack of a better word, to your mind where they are instantly converted, translated, into your own language. Though, I am quite a proficient linguist, I have trouble speaking humanoid languages and dialects. My vocal chords can't distinguish the diphthongs. If you know what I mean. Besides, telepathy is much more convenient. Don't you think so?"

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i_nevermarried
2009-07-23 09:50 pm UTC (link)

The pleasant smile stayed in place on Book’s face as the jokester continued. He had to give credit where it was due, this person had not only planned well, they were following through brilliantly by not breaking character. The shepherd had always been fond of a good joke; made for an excellent story later he found. There was even a bit of a chuckle at the term “space-faring gents.”

But when the word telepathy was introduced, and his expression changed. Wasn’t like he hadn’t had a brush or two with it, even if it wasn’t in his nature to say much about it. The way Book figured, there were plenty of things in the world that he might not understand. Didn’t mean they weren’t part of the Lord’s plan. So he might not understand completely, but he tried to keep an open mind.

Still there was something very off-putting about the word in this context. Because it had the feel of truth, and that wasn’t sitting particularly well. Book’s head turned again to look at the surrounding area, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. This was all a bit bizarre.

“I suppose it is,” said Shepherd Book. “Don’t know that it would be everybody’s cup of tea. I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude, but this is a bit out of my realm of experience. Talking cats and all.”

He kept waiting for someone to come forward and explain that it was a joke, show off the way they’d pulled it off. But he was getting a sinking feeling that might not be happening.

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i_meow
2009-07-26 02:56 am UTC (link)

"It's alright. I'm quite used to it. When I arrived on Earth, I didn't know what to expect! And Frank wasn't so keen on the idea of telepathy and talking cats either. Nor was his friend, or the nice lady he worked with. I miss them. She had a beautiful Persian named Lucybell. I miss Lucybell, too."

It wasn't that Jake was opposed to all of the bipedals in the City, but it would have been nice to converse with a couple quadrupeds every now and again. But, as a space traveler, he really didn't have the luxury of being picky. It might be years before he saw another talking cat again.

It was a good thing he had nine lives.

Jake glanced back his groceries. The milk was starting to sweat in the sun.

"Oh dear! I really ought to get these back to the apartment. It really has been a pleasure speaking with you, sir. You're welcome to accompany me, if you wish. We could have lunch. I'm sure Jennifer wouldn't mind the company."

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i_nevermarried
2009-07-28 03:35 am UTC (link)

Book was first confounded and then relieved by the reply from the “cat.” Persian, if he remembered right, was a breed of cat. Fluffy sort of thing. Here he’d been worried that this might not be a joke, but there was confirmation. The outerspace cat was talking about missing a common house cat.

Very amusing. This would make a good story. Once he sorted out exactly what had actually happened.

When the prankster offered lunch, and meeting someone named Jennifer, Book was sure he had another piece of the puzzle. This Jennifer must be one of the pranksters. Or it was a random name. At this point, it was all speculation. But the shepherd wasn’t really willing to drag this joke out any further. He did have things to do with his day.

“That’s a kind offer,” Book replied, “but I think I’ve taken up enough of your time. Have a nice lunch, Jake. I hope we meet again.” If only to have another chance to see this joke up close. But for now, he gave a slight bow of his head before going on his way.

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