Prompt: Another's Eyes

"...exCUSE me." says the Cardassian in a cat, sounding very cold, her fuzzy ears tucked backwards against her skull in annoyance, "I don't know why you are perhaps, berating at ME. I was not the one to force you down to this planet to study it. That is simply your DUTY. You don't have to be so cruel. And I thought you one of the kinder spirits on board.... tch. I'm always disappointed. And I've been listening, it's clearly not permanent. You do not need to be talk down to my body. "

"After all, at least you aren't... THAT." She points to Leida's body, holding Zixx, who clearly has her hands down her pants and ... um... a look of enjoyment on her face. 

"A-HEM. I would say you've got the LOTTERY of bodies here. You should take a lesson from it and learn to be a little more THICK SKINNED. Really. I thought Security would be better under pressure. Clearly, Star Fleet training is lacking, both in crisis training and DIPLOMACY. What exactly in my body is causing you ... problems?  Is your sex drive out of control? Have you forgotten how to breath? Are you being bombarded with telepathic feelings? Are you stuck in a CHILD? Do you... hack up HAIRBALLS?"

She pauses to glare him down with those golden narrow-stilted eyes, the air feels, you swear, like winter has come. "My body is just fine. Perhaps use that big brain of mine for something other then anger and panic."

"You don't get to decide how I feel! You aren't my friend and you've done nothing but make me suffer for any kindness I've tried to show you. Or don't you recall the time you tried to convince me that I'd slept with you? You're manipulative and maniacal and I'm uncomfortable because it's your  body. Call me poor in a crisis but I sure as hell was never trained to be outside of my own body.  I'm not ashamed to admit that I can't handle being someone else.  I'll take my reprimand when they dish it out without regret because I know who I am and it certainly isn't you." He spat. He was a security officer. His job wasn't diplomacy, it was protection and he was protecting himself at the moment.

Ambassador Korvik offered himself up to Gregori as a touch telepath, since he was, at the moment, just trying to stay out of the way.

"I perceived a flash of something, but I was not sufficiently prepared to interpret anything from it in the short amount of time." The Vulcan replied. "I shall endeavor to provide a better analysis of it should another flash occur."

"Yes, Captain. The relic is effected by emotion. Well more an empathic trigger. It is triggered by negative emotions i think. I am going to theorise that it is a sort of tool for making people get along. If they are advisarial then you force them to be in their shoes, to see though anothers eyes. So to speak. The idea is to make you empathise with the person you are in and I guess in a round about fashion make the bonds stronger. But that is a question for an anthropologist to answer." Oramov flapped his hands as if dismissing the thoughts. "The point is. If people fight it activates to change you. The Stasis field seems to be holding it back from doing so. Containing it from effecting us. I am getting so amazing readings from it. I would love to know what its power source is, it is powerful if it can change so much in such a small body. Part of me wants to take it apart, but i think that would cause more problems then it is worth. But I have scanners keeping an eye on it. And i think I want to try a controlled activation. To see if only agression is the trigger. I do wonder how intelligent the relic is. If it is at all. Some of them seem to have a manner that connects them, usually relating to the mind or emotional states. I am thinking of the Klingon moon. But instead of externalising our thoughts, and desires, it changes the mind of the individual. sort of the difference between a microphone and a speaker, for lack of a better analogy."

She turns over her shoulder and sneers, "Who said I wanted a one night stand? You just consider me a terrible person, but you pay attention to no one's problems but your OWN. But I have no interest in men with no WARMTH toward me when he wakes up! You showed your true colors when I was pushed out. There's no room for me."

She says all this, but her tail is fluffed outward. After all, she rather would have liked him to be her puppet.

The Captain sighs, "At least we have a constant test subjects." she pauses to put some of her hair away, "...all the artifacts are highly ingrained into the culture, supposedly, this one stopped a war by switching the leaders of two armies."

The male Caitian patted his own head, half-fluffing his hair back to regular shape. "You like my fur, yes? Well, so do I. I love my fur." V'Uarr looked around, making sure no one who could blackmail him was watching. "In fact, I have this spot that just feels wonderful to be scratched riiiight here!" He rubbed behind Rorin's left ear.

"Woo!" V'Uarr jumped up, outstretching his bare arms upon seeing his body fall over. He gave Zixx's shoulder a tap. "You're turn to help me!"

A prickle sensation went through his new body once the white left his vision. Aaron was a little more used to it now, blinking as he assessed himself. Great, he was a Caitian. He sat up, "Thank you for, uh, catching me."