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Flight and Flying, Period 5, Thursday 6/26

After ~~handwavily~~ informing the class to meet him on the causeway, Murdock waited almost impatiently for his students. He ginned and waved once they had all arrived. "So we've made it to the last class. Hard to believe it, really."

"For today's class, something special. Actual flight. That's why I asked you all to come here. We're going to the airport in Toamasina and we're going to go up in a small turboprop plane."

"You'll all take turns at flying, from the co-pilot side. I'll stay in the main pilot's seat and handle the take-off and landing." He looked over each of his students, "It has been an honor to work with you all and get to know some of you. Hopefully I'll be seein' some of you again in my next class," he grinned.

"So are we ready? Off we go! Into the wild blue yonder!"

(ocd! ~~in a sec~~)

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Rikku giggled. "Oh my gosh, Worf!" she laughed, scooping him up. "What are you doing here? Did you leave the store? You're such a bad kitty. Who's a bad kitty?"

You could tell she thought he was a bad kitty by the way she was attempting to nuzzle him.

You could tell that he objected strenuously by the way he ... objected. Strenuously. There may have been claws involved.

"Worf?" Murdock was quite confused. "You mean that's Worf's cat? Speaking of," he glanced around, "where is he anyway?"

He raised an eyebrow at the clawing Rikku was getting. "He seems kinda mean."

Rikku giggled. "He's just grumpy. Who's a grumpy kitty? Who is that?"

Worf hissed and drew more blood. Which didn't deter Rikku at all from trying to nuzzle him.

"Bad day. Week. Thing. Uh. It's not Worf's cat, it's ... Worf? Sometimes that happens around here."

Murdock ... well, he stared. Like a staring guy. He might possibly be stuck like that.

"Worf?"

There was a looong moment of silence.

"Worf?"

They might be here a while.

"It happens," Rikku said, shrugging again. And holding on tightly to the wiggly Worf!kitty, who was trying his damnedest to get away from the crazy girl. "Jude -- my ex -- turned into a cat twice. Reno spent a weekend as an action figure. Fandom's just ... weird."

If Worf!kitties could kill with their minds, the Al Bhed girl would be dead.

"Oh yah." Murdock seemed to regain coherent thought. "I remember that. About Reno. And I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, having turned into a pony that once myself."

Murdock watched Worf!kitty squirm. With his claws. He cringed a little. "Uh, Rikku? I'm thinkin' he might not like that."

"I was a pony too!" Rikku chirped. "With my mutiny outfit. At least I wasn't a pixie thief again, that was weird."

Worf!kitty used his claws to try to gain leverage and get down already, but the blood did not seem to be much of a deterrent.

"He doesn't like anything," she said airily. "I'm used to being sliced up, I have my own kitty. Petey likes everything, he's just too dumb to pull his claws in."

"Pixie thief?" An eyebrow went up. He wasn't even going to ask about the outfit. Some things about his students he just didn't want to know.

"Well..." he cringed again as another round of clawing took place. "If you say so. "

"Pixie thief," she said. "Don't ask. We all turned into -- ow! Heyyyy, play nicely, kitty! -- into different people for a weekend. Twice now, and both times I've been a pixie thief."

"Different...people?" This apparently was a day for breaking people's brains. Like Murdock really needed more breakage. "Like it was still you or did you think you were just someone else?"

Because that he could understand. Been there, done that.

"No, I was someone else," she sighed. "Five inches high, very stupid. I spent the weekend stealing shiny objects from people. I had to return all of it later, which is just as humiliating as you're thinking it would be."

"You stole shiny stuff?" Not like he could judge her much. He'd 'borrowed' enough things during jobs with the teams that it'd be pot calling kettle. "As long as you returned it all," he shrugged.

"I tried to," she said. "It was hard to remember whose paperclips and quarters were whose, though. I had a little bit left over -- just some loose change. Nothing valuable. All the cell phones and things like that found their way back, thank goodness."

"I reckon I can see how that would be confusin'." Really, he did. "Good thing everybody got their stuff back."

Worf was still squirming, trying to take advantage of the distraction their chatting offered to try to make good an escape.

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