The Junkyard, Monday Night

[tyler_gone]

So one second, Tyler was minding his own goat-y business, testing his horns on an old sofa, chewing on some especially tasty-smelling toaster innards. It was simple, being a goat, but it was kind of cool. Lots to eat, lots of new smells.

The next, Tyler was human, naked, and swearing up a storm as he contemplated the shortest route home. It hadn't felt this chilly when he had fur.

[OOC: Open to anybody who wants to talk to the naked ex-goat.]

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[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf just had happened to be on his way to his shuttle for it's weekly maintenance when he saw Tyler.

Naked.

Worf let out a polite cough. "Mr. Durden. You appear to be without clothing."

Yes. Very obvious statement.

[tyler_gone]

"Noticed that," Tyler said, clutching a blender in front of his more important bits. "Don't suppose you keep an extra pair of jeans stashed somewhere, do you?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"No," Worf replied. "However I have a replicator on my shuttle. Please follow me."

Worf then started walking in the direction of his shuttle.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler had nothing better to do; he followed, feeling like a total fucking idiot.

"I was a goat," he called.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"That is unfortunate," Worf said putting the security code into the shuttle door. "I was once a cat. I believe now that I might have been lucky."

[tyler_gone]

"To be a cat?" No, Tyler wasn't tracking; he shivered and jugged the blender hand to hand.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather be that than a goat," Worf replied frankly and walked into the shuttle and over to the replicator. "One command uniform. Standard size. No rank."

There was a hum and flash of light before a uniform (http://www.st-spike.org/pages/uniforms/2351-2365/uniforms.htm) appeared.

[tyler_gone]

"Goats have horns," Tyler argued. "Wasn't too bad. Better than being a -- seriously, a uniform?"

Not that he was taking any extra time in grabbing the pants and pulling them on. Ah, pants.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"You will find they are very comfortable in almost any type of climate," Worf replied as he looked away while Tyler dressed. "And fairly stain resistant."

[tyler_gone]

"They slice and they dice," Tyler said, adjusting the shirt a little more."Thanks, Worf. I can go home and not shock my housemates now."

"How can I get these back to you?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I can pick them up at the next fight club meeting," Worf replied. "Or your office hours. Whatever is more convenient for you."

[Sorry! LJ ate my earlier comment.]

[tyler_gone]

"I'll be at the gym Wednesday," Tyler promised. "I'll have them there."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I will be there," Worf replied nodding solemnly. "I was unaware that you are not teaching at the school this summer."

[tyler_gone]

Worf was such a soldier; it was all Tyler could do not to want to shave his head and call him a space monkey.

"Took some time off," he explained. "I'm just working at the gym for now. I'll be back in a couple weeks."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Any particular subject you will be teaching?" Worf asked as he headed to exit the ship.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler shrugged. "Figure that out when I write my pretty-please note to get the job back," he said. "It's summer. Might just teach kids how to blow shit up again."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Sounds... interesting," Worf said thoughtfully. "I shall look forward to it if that is your choice."

[tyler_gone]

"Thanks, Worf," Tyler said with a grin. "I'll see you in class in a month or so."