[b]Aylek[/b]
Aylek had stopped trying to make his way to the bridge, and was instead focused on the more pressing issue at hand, which was trying to keep himself alive. He kept hanging onto the bulkhead as the ship started to go even crazier around him -if that was possible- eeven as the ship continued on its tilt-a-whirl course through space. All the doors started to swing open and close again, bashing into him and sending him spinning only to get hit by another opening door. He got pushed around a couple of times by this, growling and kicking, before he finally got ahold of that ceiling beam and got out of the way of the demon doors. He was clinging to the thing for dear life when someone apparently shut off the inertial dampeners, sending him thudding into the floor and zipping towards the bridge. He yelled out, clawing at the floor and trying to find something to grab onto, when the compensators reversed, stopping him completely and making him feel like he was made of lead. He lay there like a sack of potatoes for a long moment, hoping that sofa didn't come back this way, when the compensators failed again, literally throwing him to the roof. He grabbed onto it desperately, shutting his eyes and praying to every deity he could think of, and inventing some on the spot, that he could stay here. 
That was when he heard it. It was a deep rumble, like a demon in the pits of hell, a nightmarish noise that made him shudder at his very core. It was the sofa, shooting down the hallway behind him like a herald of the apocalypse, and he tried to make himself smaller and smaller so that it wouldn't murder him. He didn't think he'd be able to stand it if his gravestone read [i]"Aylek- The sofa won."[/i] He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, listening as the possessed piece of living room decor shot down the deck. It passed under him easily and kept going, not even slowing down when the compensators flickered in and out. "Daisy! Your couch is incoming! Get out of the way!" He yelled, not wishing that death on anyone. He heard it slam into the viewport on the bridge and bit his lip.
Then it was over, and as the compensators flickered one final time he dropped to the floor, hanging his head as the ship came to a final stop. The three of them sat in a reverent silence, and Aylek didn't know if it was fate or misery that had saved them from being killed like dirt in a washing machine. Something wouldn't let them die, and he was partially grateful for that. He started to smile a little, life seeming more precious than it had before. That was the exact moment the sprinklers came on, dousing him and soaking right through his clothes to wet down his fur. His smile vanished, replaced with misery. He hung his head again, pulling his knees up to his chest, glancing at Ikusen before shutting his eyes. "Daisy," he started slowly, "did the couch get to you?"