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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 7:23 pm
"Now that is a compliment," Brian said with a laugh. "It's good to know not everyone things I'm weird as hell." He took another swig from his cup. He was maybe downing it a little too fast, but that was also sort of the point. "I can't seem to talk to people off the field. It's a failing. literally every friend I have here, I've made on a mission. I mean, the army, the force... I do better in an official context." Another sip, lighter this time but it felt necessary.
"Never mind the fact that I can't seem to get along with any of the guys. Pick a one, bet you I haven't had more than a couple words with him since coming back, and that's just because 'how ya doin'' is courtesy." He was rambling. He was pulling a Beth. He smiled and shook his head.
"Anyway. That's why the vodka." He lifted his now significantly lighter cup in a toast to Sylvia. "But you, you're easy to talk to, so thanks for that."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 1:38 am
Sylvia’s shoulders raised in brief amusement. She was still surprised that other apparently found Brian to be awkward. Of course, just because she and Brian had somehow clicked didn’t mean that everyone would click with either or both of them. Still, Brian seemed comfortable. Maybe he’d had to be. Maybe she’d cornered him into some sort of forced acceptance of her. Oy – now she was thinking too much.
Sylvia gave an intrigued smile, mirth dancing in her eyes. It was fascinating that Brian didn’t get along with the man of the Prytaneum. She wondered why that could be, but decided not to speculate. He did seem a softer sort, but he was also a military man and a cop. How interesting… Either way, she smirked as he refocused the conversation. “I’m glad vodka isn’t required to talk to me.” She raised a playful brow, “Then again, maybe it’s just because I’ve already lived in one of your shirts for a while.” Gosh, she hoped that got a reaction.
Whether it did or not, she eventually shrugged. “To be fair, a looot of us have mostly made friends on missions…” There were sort of limited places for them to all meet each other anyway. Sylvia hadn’t really attended any of the larger social gatherings until now, though, which probably would have helped in her case. But the only guaranteed places to meet people were missions and meals, when it came down to it.[ 242; 3,425 total ]
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 9:10 am
Brian threw his head back just a bit as he laughed. Why, yes, she had spent quite some time in his shirt. Though his ears were pink beneath his cowl, he seemed content. Sylvia was indeed an easy person to talk to. He hadn't been lying.
"Well, that's a very good point. I always have liked seeing a pretty girl in my shirt." Was that too far? He hoped it wasn't. He was still too sober to not worry over his perception of social boundaries.
"Yeah, I think the missions bring people together. Nothing makes you feel like you need a community more than a life-or-death situation. I mean, I can't complain, the friends I've made are great. I'm just hoping to meet a few new people tonight. ...maybe one. One might be enough."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 11:43 pm
The laugh was good, but the blushing was better. She was just glad he seemed comfortable with it this time. And was playing along! Oh, she appreciated it. “Good! It is something to be appreciated.” Here she finally gave him a wink.
Sylvia sipped at her own punch and nodded. Life-or-death made you rely on everyone else you could, if nothing else, but that tended to come with a comradery you just couldn’t get any other way. It seemed to forge some pretty fast friendships for her so far, too – even if her friendships were also few, for now.
Sylvia chuckled at him, “Well, you aren’t going to meet any new people just talking to me. Should I release you back into the wild?” She didn’t want to monopolize his time, though she wouldn’t mind talking to him more. But it wasn’t as if they couldn’t talk again later – either at the party, or some other time. If he wanted to meet more people, she should probably encourage him to follow his dreams~[ 173; 3,598 total ]
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 7:19 pm
Brian visibly slouched as he sighed, then knocked back a good glug of his vodka-and-punch. His eyes were focused out in the crowd.
"Yeah, I had might as well try," he said. "I'm going to come find you again, though. Fair warning." When he got overwhelmed, he'd go find his friends. That made sense, right? He'd need it. Well, the booze might make it less painful.
"Feel free to come grab me." He walked backward a few steps, threw Sylvia a playful salute, and then wheeled on his heel to try and scope out someone who looked at least marginally lonely.
[ Open for any of the RPs! ]
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 10:23 am
With a handful of snacks, red eyes, and the tense lines of his body relaxed into something more comfortable, Asher absently made his way up next to Mal, head cocked to the side as he chomped on a few chips. He watched Mischa drag Ed away and, thoughtfully, he made a sound. "She should have pushed him out there alone." His tone was lazier, now, more casual. Attention flicked onto Mal, briefly, and then aside to Rob -- and here, an honest-to-god-smile actually crossed his mouth. "He used to work at a strip club. He can dance. It's mostly hips."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 1:20 pm
A mischievous expression danced across Rob's face as Misha approached him. He was going to get his "penance" from her; he honestly didn't think he would, given that he considered her to be well out of his league. She was beautiful and classy, despite the overtly sexy catsuit, and here he was, a smelly drunken (and stoned) Brit in a kilt. But as far as he was concerned, he had won. He allowed his eyes to close as Misha pressed her lips against his, sweet and soft, and he responded to the kiss, lightly putting a hand on her arm to steady himself. The room was spinning just a bit, though he figured it was mostly from the pot and booze combination. She stepped back and he followed her curves with his eyes, a smirk widening into a grin. Girl knew how to kiss -- like he would have expected anything less from an Aphrodite Chosen. Before Rob could respond to her, while he was still pondering and grinning, Mal stepped up to him and, placing his hand at the nape of Rob's neck beneath the dreadlocks, planted a soft yet firm kiss on the Brit's mouth. Too startled to fight it, Rob could only blink in surprise. It… really wasn't too bad, apart from the whole kissed-by-a-bloke part. It wasn't anything he hadn't done a dozen times while drunk, just for larks. Though he hadn't really kissed the other guy like he meant]/i] it, like Mal had.
"Well," he finally said. "Maybe that punch does need more spikin'." Rob could feel himself turning a bit red at Mercy's remark. He knew he was never going to hear the end of it from her. As he drew Mercy back to his side, Misha wandered off to the dance floor with Ed in tow. "So, anyone got any more booze to add in?"
Then Asher appeared at Mal's side, and Rob couldn't help but return the small Hermes Chosen's genuine smile. "A strip club? That I'd almost pay money to see." Damn, Asher's chips looked really good all of a sudden...
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 7:52 pm
An amused smile danced across Sylvia’s lips as she watched Brian cast wary eyes over the party. She gave an encouraging nod, then laughed. “You are more than welcome to find me again – I hope you do, in fact!” She had no problem being a familiar comfort after he ventured out to meet new people. And she really did enjoy talking with him. She grinned at his next suggestion, “If I haven’t seen you in a while, I’ll come looking.” She gave another wink and a playful wave.
Sylvia took another sip of punch and began munching on another cracker as well. Now that Brian was off to find… well, anyone else (just about), she was adrift. She shook herself and remembered that she thought she’d seen Zan just a few moments before. She turned back to where she thought he’d been – along the back wall? Near the food? And there she saw him – curls tied back as usual, which didn’t seem to match the rest of his outfit. Was that a Deadpool suit? She slowly drifted over to stand on the other side of the table from him, replenishing her carrot sticks as long as she was there.
“Hello, Deadpool. Come here often?” A playful smile crossed her lips as she waited for him to recognize her.[ 218; 3,816 total ]
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 7:46 pm
Zan grinned when he heard her voice, though since he continued to peer down at the vaguely festive cookie that had captured his attention prior to her approach, his reaction was directed there instead of at her.
"This is my first time, actually. Super rare sighting." He raised his eyes then, pausing to admire Sylvia's costume as his expression went from amused to impressed. "But not as rare as a visit from a most lovely fairy maiden." He didn't attempt an accent, but he did bow with a knightly flourish, slipping his iced tea flask into one of the pouches at his back. There seemed to be a lot going on—stripping, smoking, dancing—but for now he pushed his interest in eavesdropping on all of that away. Zan ended his bow by tugging at one of his gloves and retrieving a cookie with his now bare hand.
"How've you been?" While it hadn't been all that long since their chilly stroll, a lot could happen around here in a day, let alone several. "Any adventures to share?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 9:54 am
It was all in good fun; Mal didn't look like he was upset about being rejected, but he grinned at Asher. The change in the way the shorter man held himself and the slight but unmistakable odor around Asher spoke of what had caused the change. "Fascinating information, oh most coordinated of heroes." He let Rob be and took his own cup of punch to consider what to add and whether it ought to be him alone inciting people to do terribly embarrassing things. Probably not. It'd be smart to spread the blame (and the possible guilt) around a little. "Maybe he can be the later entertainment."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 1:48 pm
That must have been a very enticing cookie. Perhaps Zan hadn’t eaten in a while? At least when he finally did look up, Sylvia was a little pleased that he seemed to like her costume. She chuckled at his impressive bow and responded with a simple curtsey.
She shrugged at his questions, “I’ve been okay. Nothing very exciting has happened…” She might have mentioned returning home if it had resulted in anything other than a retrieval of her costume and a nap. As it was, that was about the only thing out of the ordinary that had happened for her. Otherwise she’d been reading, exercising, finding other ways to recover.
“How about you? Take down any bad guys lately?” She smirked again and nibbled at a carrot stick.[ 128; 3,944 total ]
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2016 3:49 pm
Briiva couldn't help but grin at Beth's nervousness. "Yes, but I of course decided to leave that feature out of the costume. Besides, as much as I love it, you can't really weaponize a nuclear reactor like that. They aren't huge generators that are just one button press from large scale annihilation. The danger from reactor meltdowns is radiation poison more than anything."
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2016 5:01 pm
Beth's only real reaction to Briiva's words was the occasional widening of her eyes in something like panic. She looked around, as if hoping a different conversation could be found elsewhere. "Oh, that's...that's comforting at least. Y-you said you didn't really have a nuclear reactor in that thing? Wait, does this mean that you have other features?" The reactor was hardly the only deadly thing on the robot. It was just the one a movie climax was built on.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 9:13 am
Ed wasn't sure how long he and Misha had been dancing as they returned to the small group beside the punch bowl. It had felt like a long time, but probably hadn't been much more than large handful of moments. Enough time for Asher to rejoin them, Rob in tow. The both of them looking a little red-rimmed, and smelling faintly of tall-tale smoke. Along those same lines, the brawler looked a bit punk himself, and quite pleased. Whether the others had been watching or not, he found he didn't really care. He'd moved beyond the point of buzzed, and fallen right into pleasantly drunk. Eyeing the punch bowl, he gave Misha's hand a small squeeze. "Thirsty?" He saw no reason for the fun to stop.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 4:24 pm
"Mmmhmm." Misha grinned at Ed, the look full of gratitude and mischief. She squeezed his hand back, then slipped hers from his grip, and gave him a little push towards the punch bowl. An unseen, fleeting pat on his butt encouraged him to bring her a drink as soon as he could manage. She turned her smile to the others. She noted the looser stances and grins on Asher and Rob. "So... Is everyone having fun or do you have more requests for me?"
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