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 Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:39 am
ident“You need to get laid man…”
The words did ring true in Tobias’ head. After it, it had been a rather long time since any thing of the sort had occurred for the young man, and rather not happened very much at all. Even if he did manage to get out from the ship, he wouldn’t partake in a lot of the “activities” around the port. He was more the type of guy that liked to have more than just a physical relationship.
identHe was also very self conscience about his appearance, having had gone grey at an early age, and somewhat pale skin, he was attributed to either being a vampire, or a genic issue. Neither of which were true. Also, Tobias wasn’t the best worded with woman and could rarely pick them up, so he really didn’t using the ship as an excuse to not be out an about.
identBeing prone to fights didn’t help him either. Before he was first mate, he took to port every chance he got. Round of shots here and there, the next he knew, there would be some sort of fight, and the day of leaving port he’d have a real shiner on his eye. He sighed pushing the strands of hair out of his face.
identHe was about to speak when Fletch spoke. Not quite expecting he almost flinched, and his body muscled tensed but the urge quickly past as his trained mind kicked in.
ident “Ah, see the lady agrees. Maybe I should go out an prowl the town.” Came out the mocking tone.
ident “Well you may be after chocolate, but I’m after something with more substance, and I can actually cook with out having to worry about feeding a crew as well.” He continued walking to the mess hall.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:05 pm
The red head gave Allister a toothy, taunting grin. "I heard enough." With a small chuckle, she shrugged. "We're pirates. Decency doesn't really matter to most of us, now does it?"
Before Tobias spoke, she noted the thoughtful, faraway look in his eyes with a mechanical, stale curiousity, before dismissing the few thoughts in her head about it. A kink in the machine. A flaw that frequently surfaced within the wide expanse of space.
Something that was required to delve deep into the turning cogs and spinning wheels to fix. Loneliness, quite plainly, and she didn't quite understand why it bothered people to such a point, but it wasn't her business.
His sarcasm made her grin. Cynicsim wasn't all so bad. She could appreciate some cynicsim around the ship. It kept people's perspectives in check. She was one to help this process along, and she would admit she enjoyed some -most, really- of it.
"It sure couldn't hurt." She said, an amused little grin decorating her face, making her, for the moment, attractive, before the smile disappeared.
A nervous little beep had been emitted by her watch, alerting her of a message from the captain. She dismissed it, putting her hands into her back pockets, cold steel meeting her right hand.
Giving a small shrug, she began meandering towards the food line, eager for something to fill her stomach.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 10:10 pm
Surprisingly, the Echo had left her to her indulgences, receeding to the shadows of her conscious. He stirred only when a metallic beeping emitted from the small trunk where Libera had thrown all of her take from that days 'charity work'. Extracting herself from the twisted sheets, she rose and padded barefoot over to the trunk. Tapping in the sequence need to open the trunk, she rumaged through the assorted items until she found her communicator.
"Must've been mixed in..."
Hearing movement from the bed, she quickly silenced the device then checked the message. Well... maybe some new clothes would be nice. Libera dressed quickly as her Echo curled up disconsolately in her mind. These landfalls are so boring! Stifling a bit of laughter, she cast around for her other boot.
"Those marks on your back. They aren't supposed to be there, are they?"
Startled, Libera dropped the boot and turned to see a pair of sky blue eyes focused intently on her. He rose from the bed, approaching to wrap an arm casually around her neck. The other hand trailed down her still bare back, tracing the blood red veins that pulsed faintly at his touch.
"Not as such, no."
"Heard tell of a doctor whose ship has taken berth here for awhile. Might be he could fix you."
"Maybe. Why the interest?"
"You're nice. For a customer."
Shaking her head slightly, Libera smiled as she extracted herself from his embrace.
"You're sweet for a human."
"I'm paid to be sweet."
He turned away as she tugged on her last boot. Lifting her trunk onto one shoulder, she left without looking back. Nice. More like not unduly cruel. Letting her Echo take over, Libera headed toward the rendevous with the captain. New clothes would certainly be nice. Taking a long look at the location, she entered with some hesitation. Neither human nor Echo had much experience with anything that could be called an 'up-scale' establishment.
"Ah, excuse me, a friend of mine said I could find her here...?"
"You must be with Captain Feroca. Please follow me."
Well that was easy...
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 5:56 pm
:::
Gareth's eyes widened at what Gash's words implied. 'He's actually fought against that thing more than once?' he thought, his admiration for the guy growing. 'Nah, he's prolly just ********' wit' me.' His pessimism always helped keep him in check from growing too fond of any one person.
Gash spoke of a humorous crush, so Gareth laughed loudly, mumbling a few extra-loud quips - that he figured Gash would ignore - about the giant-woman-thing's attraction to him and perhaps something about the nature of their children. There. Now that was Gareth. Never sentimental, just a rude boy with a callous tongue and no heart. None of that admiration s**t would help him anyway. It just got in the way.
"Anywhere Oi need ta go?" he repeated, following after the man and trying to ignore the beckoning hand. He was going to have followed him anyway, and Gareth didn't need any more proof that Gash could kick his a**. 'Heh, yeah, a bar that won' shut the door at the sight of me,' he wished, having rather enjoyed the day's activities and wanting to continue. Oh well, at least he had someone to be bored with, and Gash was one of the few people that the misanthrope could handle in larger doses.
He also had an urge to tell Gash that he needed a new sonic router for the second floor's scanning beam, even though he didn't, if only to be able to shop around for a bit. Tech equipment was one of the few things Gareth could be passionate about a bit openly, and when he had the time and cash, he loved nothing more than hunting down a hard-to-find piece of hardware or browsing an underground collection of illegal photon-transmitters. The problem was that the best markets had to be found, and Gareth didn't think that wandering around dark, shady areas of the roughest planet in the galaxy alone was a good idea.
"Nah, Oi'm fine," he eventually decided. Even two people wasn't a good idea. Besides, he didn't think Gash wanted to go black-market-hunting with him, anyway. "It's best we get back. Besides, your head needs lookin' at by a doctor. After all, you actually decided o' your own free will ta fight that thing more than once," he teased, laughing freely.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:23 pm
Sighing internally, Tobias rummaged around inside the dish tray of the washers station. He was looking for a specific pan to make this meal. He thought for a second about what he was going to cook then grabbed a medium sized skillet, and small bowl. He hadn’t cooked in a long time, and least to say for anyone else in an even longer time. He was unsure what to make after his appetizer.
Tobias wasn’t actually sure what types of food fletch ate; as he rarely paid much attention to what the crew ate. Usually fairly distracted by his work on the ship, never really paid much attention and ate lost in thought.
Which he thought was odd that he had grown so apart from the rest of the crew once he took on the position of first mate. He used to be really friendly, talkative, and more aware of the crew. He had been friends with a good lot of them. But he had commanded a lot of them to various deaths, and that tore at his soul with pangs of guilt. Yes, it was much easier to detach from them instead of being friends and having to suffer the loss.
He shrugged of the though, and continued to prepping his meal. He slid on his gloves that contained the micro fiber wires that he used to fight with. They had the ability to pretty much strip the flesh of a human body, and cut through must metals. However, with the proper training, could be used to do remedial task, such as slicing vegetables and fruits in a quick and timey manor. Flicking his wrist ever so slightly in small motions, he managed to cut up various fruits and vegi’s into a small mix. Then sliced up a head of lettuce as well.
Removing one of his gloves, he could use his hand to scoop the lettuce and fruit into a bowl. Then grabbing the salt shaker from above his prepping post, sprinkled some lightly over the mixture. Then using some red vinegar, he sprinkled some sugar and boiled it into a caramelized mixture that would act as dressing. One it was finished he topped it on. Appetizer done, he smirked to himself. E carried a bowl of the mixture and gave it to Fletch.
“You know, I actually don’t know what sort of foods you, well, anyone on the ship really, likes to eat.” He put his hand behind his head and scratched at his hair. He walked back around to the cooking station and leaned forward with his hands prepping him up on the counter.
“What would you like? Think if me as Chief Rahl right now.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:52 pm
Glancing along the food that was presented for the normal crew, Fletch grimaced, and then sighed, taking a simple peanut butter sandwich. She could, theoretically, use the food saved just for the upper crew, but, her specialty in mechanics and engineering didn't cover kitchen appliances, so she just ate what was put out for normal crew. It was better than setting the kitchens on fire, and she had resigned herself to it. It wasn't like she had ever eaten lavish foods anyhow. She figured she wasn't missing out on much.
So when a bowl of salad was shoved into her hands, she was a little thrown off. It was certainly not the food she was used to, nor the situation she was used to. She glanced up to the owner of the pair of hands that had given to her, and inwardly groaned. She had received the food simply because she had spoken to Tobias earlier. It seemed that he wanted to befriend her now. He probably felt like she needed some friends. Or maybe he wanted some friends and decided to target her. Either way, she didn't want to have to tolerate someone who thought she was their friend, which meant she couldn't accept the food or invitation he was offering her.
Hiding her look of disdain, she set the bowl onto the counter, shaking her head. "I'm fine with the normal food. I have my sandwich right here." She said, motioning to the sandwich. "I'm just gonna go sit and eat this."
She told him as neutrally as possible.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:47 pm
At some point from the first clothes store to the Art'Ech store, Shasa had managed to get dressed underneath her coat while walking, which would explain the odd shuffling she had done at several points along the way. "This planetoid is a hive of gilted plagues of mind and body..." Of course, her disapproving look shifts to an odd grin, if only for a moment. "Reminds me of my last employer." By the time they reached their destination, Shasa was fully dressed, or as close to it as she normally is, and walking with bag in one arm and cane slung over the other.
Looking up at the Art'Ech store, Shasa can't help but be a little incredulous, remaining silent as the pair of them are guided into the building, though the occasional thrash of her tail or squint of her eyes can show she feels just a little out of place, only causing her to move a little closer to captain Feroca than she might normally, an ear occasionally brushing against the captain's arm, or her tail across the back of her legs.
Usual room? Shasa was content to keep to herself until she was alone, or alone with the captain at the very least. She knew that captain Feroca lived rather luxuriously, but even someone like Shasa knew of this place... and what it meant to be a client. "You must be feeling generous, Captain, to invite the rest of the female crew in here of all places..." Her words trail off as something on the terminal catches her eye, but she doesn't lose focus for long. "But yes, if they can make something to fit, that would be... preferable." With a shrug, the fellpool runs a hand up to her shoulder, slowly and carefully removing her overcoat and laying it out on a seat, with her bag and her cane, standing in one of her brown short dresses she finds favorable.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 2:49 pm
The journey to the room had been interesting. Shasa had not really been that talkative, the noble girl being surprisingly shy. A few times she felt her tail brushing against the back of her legs, giving her a little shiver. She did not quite understand the reaction, but it was kind of nice. Did the pilot realise just how cute she acted? Violence would probably be the response to whoever was foolish enough to point it out to her, however. Smiling to herself, she had been happy to just let the sounds of the crowd around them keep her company until they were alone together in the room. She had been surprised when the Fellpool had removed her overcoat to show she had somehow got dressed during their travels. How had she managed that while keeping pace with her?
“You must tell me how you managed to get dressed while walking… especially the dress. Panties wouldn’t be that hard, nor a bra if you’re careful but the dress. Now that I am curious about,” said the Captain, moving over to the bar and pouring herself a glass of wine. Picking up the rich red liquid between her thumb and index finger, she gently swirled the liquid in the large crystal glass before taking a sip. “My crew are my family to me, Shasa. I did have a real family once but I was taken from them… Though to be honest I never felt much a part of them where I was there.” She sighed wistfully, looking into the deep red alcohol before taking another drink from the glass. “So I want to treat them. After all, we might not get to go shopping again for a very long time depending on how long it takes us to find this ship.” Shrugging lightly, she drained her glass before turning to look at her pilot once more, a smile on her face. “So please pick something you are interested in trying… Oh yes, I must say that short dress looks lovely on you.”
Placing the empty glass down, she moved over to one of the sofas. She quickly removed her gloves, the removal of her thigh-high boots taking a little longer. Curling her bare toes into the luxurious carpeting, she sighed and leaned back, looking up at the sky. Underneath her boots she wore skin-tight tan coloured pants, her dress the only other piece of clothing she was wearing excluding undergarments.
She sat up when the door suddenly opened, her lips turning upwards into a broad smile as the doctor entered the room. “Libera! I’m glad to see you.” A small pout flashed across her face. “I was beginning to think my crew were ignoring me.” Grinning again, she walked over and gently led the woman over to sit down on one of the other couches. “If you want to drink then help yourself. Oh yes, if you want to try some clothing then order it from that plinth in the centre.”
Taking her own advice, she moved over to the plinth and began cycling through clothing. Glancing back at the doctor and the pilot, she smiled to herself, wondering what sorts of things she could make them try on – things she thought would look good on them, of course. “Shasa, there are some really quite lovely pieces of underwear here that are made for people with tails.” She looked at a few cycling through the display. “I think brown would look good on you. Maybe skin coloured ones too? Black looks great on anyone too.” Josie glanced at Libera. “What about you? Is there anything in particular you’re looking for? This place sells literally anything clothing related you could possibly want so don’t feel the need to confine yourself.”
While the others voiced their opinions or considered their options, Feroca began to look for things that might interest her. She was not completely sure what she wanted, but browsing was always fun. If something caught her eye, she would definitely try. Perhaps her two subordinates might come across something they would like her to try. So long as it was not something totally offensive to her tastes, she would be willing to try it to satisfy their curiosity.
((Yes, I am inviting Mort and Thaedrian to come up with clothing for Feroca to try. Just try not to get too kinky okay? razz ))
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 4:56 pm
Libera glanced at the offerings once before deciding she could do without alcohol poisoning her system. Her Echo stirred just enough to complain that if she was going to bore him to death, she might as well drink something to make the experience a little less painful. Rolling her eyes at this dramatic proclamtion, she chose a Sumerian Sunset. That settled, she turned to the plinth. As the yellow-orange liquer mixed with the purple-black, she flipped through the clothing selections. There was nothing in particular she was interested in... well, there was one thing. She had seen a depiction of a doctor from a book on the first planet. They had the most wonderfully looking frocks. White wasn't exactly the best color for someone who was more often than not up to her elbows in guts and gore but with a few alterations...
It was then she came across the Little Bo Peep special. It was an old Earth joke, apparently, and came with lots of frills. Maybe it was her Echo sensing an opportunity for a bit of fun. Perhaps it was the fact tha tshe had already finished her first drink and started in on her second. Whatever the reason, right after she finished dialing in her order, she called Feroca over.
"My dear captain, I do believe I have found the dress for you."
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 9:50 am
His boots clicked on the ships floor as he walked around the kitchen.
indent“Alright then.” He didn’t sound sad, just neutral. He wasn’t bothered really, as he honestly didn’t expect her to take up the offer. She always did seem somewhat of a loner, and he was frankly surprised she had even decided to come in and eat at the same time while he was making something.
His hands moved in trained motions cooking the food he was to eat.
Although he was rusty, his hands had maintained their memory of the cooking procedures. His body temperature had finally cooled from his work of the day, and he started to feel chilly again. He almost always felt cold in the ship for some reason, they could be flying next to a sun and he’d still feel cold.
As chill went down his spine, he finished making his meal and sat a table, not too far from Fletch in case she had a change of heart and decide to be social. The scent of the stew he made filled the kitchen cabin and around various parts of the mess hall. He grabbed a spoon started to pick at the bits of chicken he had cooked. Well. He supposed it was chicken, as he knew it tasted like it at least. It could be any sort of animal from planet that tasted like chicken. For all purposes…it was to him chicken. His nostrils were open from the spices and he could breathe in clearly.
Tobias occasionally made slurping sounds, not out of poor eating code, but more so because it amused him, and it was way to quiet on the ship. He missed the hum of the ship while the engines were running.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 10:53 am
The red head sat down, putting her sandwich to the side of her on the table, and took out her pocket-sized tablet, looking along the ship's diagonostics that she had missed since she had been gone. She was quickly engrossed in this task, forgetting about her food. Statistics, percentages, angles, degrees, fractions, all flashed out from the tablet, and were quickly digested by the engineer that made sure they all played well with another. The ship wouldn't work if there were skirmishes among the parts of the ship. Some people may not have seen it that way, but to her, the ship represented a living, breathing thing that had to be well disciplined, and had to have a little help managing itself. It was a view she worked to instill in the people below her, to try and make them a little more cautious about what they were doing when they did repairs or anything of the sort of the ship. More often than not, they didn't do something to her liking, and she hoped maybe her view would nudge them in the right direction. So far, it hadn't. If only she could clone herself, the ship would be much more far beyond anything that any other ship could come close to. They'd be able to do anything they pleased.
Fletch hadn't even began eating her sandwich when Tobias sat down and broke her concentration, and it agitated her greatly. For the day, she had reached the breaking point of how much people interaction she could take for the day. Just his prescence made her muscles stiffen and her spine straighten from irritiation. She hadn't had much interaction with Tobias before, but he was quickly getting on her nerves. Once someone got on her nerves, there was no stopping her from hating them. The slurping that came from his area made her want to leap up and land a fist into his cheek. Ugh. People. She shuddered to herself, utter disgust rising in her.
She stood quickly, taking her sandwich and apple along with her, and left silently. Her destination came quickly, with her hurried, irritated stride, and she ended up in a corner of one of the cargo bays, where she sat with a huff, and began munching on the sandwich, starving. When she finished that and started on her apple, she had cooled down.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 8:46 pm
Shasa had started to feel the day was going rather well, once the fellpool had settled into the private dressing room of the retailer with the captain, taking a few moments to stretch her arms out before settling in next to Ferova and taking a glass of the red drink for herself. With a half smile at the mention of how she had gotten dressed, Shasa lifts an idle hand to run up through her hair, brushing it back past one ear, a bit different a gesture for her than for someone with a more human ear, as she turns a glint of a smile to Josie. "How did I get dressed? I'm small, and my coat is very large. It gives plenty of room to operate, and doing things while moving is simple so long as you can keep your balance." Ending her statement that almost seemed to be pointing out an obvious fact by taking a few sips from her glass, she twirls it as she starts to look through the room a little more curiously. "But thank you, captain. This dress is a piece from my home... I came across it by chance during a raid, and could immediately tell the sstitching and fabric from my home del'sha'dtha."
Of course, the entire situation change for Shasa, the second that Libera came into the room. Had one been watching closely, it would have almost appeared a ripple went through her hair and the fine fur on her ears and tail, the later giving a few quick thrashes behind her back as the fellpool manages, if only just, to retain her composure. It would have been a close call as to who she would have rather walked in at that moment between the ship's doctor, or her former employer. Shasa opted to fall silent for now, as anything that she might say would certainly come out, if not hostile, then tense.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 6:50 am
Feroca had to admit she was impressed with Shasa’s balance if what she said was true. Even with her enhanced reflexes, she doubted keep her balance like that would have been easy without giving at least one person a very nice flash. Perhaps a huge coat would help although she favoured tighter cuts than the Fellpool so it was unlikely she could ever achieve what her pilot had just done. It did not matter anyway; she planned never to get to the point of being thrown out a store practically naked.
She smiled as the girl described her dress, nodding softly. “Fortunate it fitted. I have never found any nice clothing that fits me from raids,” said the woman with a small pout before being distracted by Libera. She felt a slight movement from the girl sitting next to her, almost a shiver, before she was up and greeting the doctor.
A few moments later, she was slightly irritated by the woman not taking the shopping particularly seriously. Smiling a little, although there was a slight hint of disapproval buried deep in her golden gaze, she dismissed the dress with a wave of her gloved hand towards the plinth. “I’d rather you stay out of the costume/fetish section unless you’re buying for yourself. I’m afraid I’m not into those kinds of things… Now which part of your mind thought that was a good idea?” She looked at the rapidly draining glass and frowned. “Maybe all of it,” said the woman, before returning her attention to the plinth.
“Shasa. Come over here and tell me anything you like the look of,” said the Captain, scrolling through the very petite dresses with one window and scrolling through the petite underwear with another. It was easy to multitask when your mind was practically a computer itself. A third window would have been easy, but she was not sure what she wanted to look at. She was not in the mood for any tops, skirts or pants herself, and none of the other two had asked to look at anything in particular.
Glancing at her other female companion, she smiled and shook her head. “Libera. I would prefer it my chief doctor took it a little easier on the alcohol.” She reached over and took the other woman’s arm, tugging her towards the holographic screen. “Now tell me what you would like to try. It can be anything you like… You can even suggest things for me… Although take it seriously this time, please.”
The two with her were perhaps the oddest characters amongst her crew. Shasa was a very private person with an almost irrational dislike of the doctor, and an ability to just get into arguments with anyone. The doctor was even odder, although most did not know the reason why. She almost pitied her, wondering if the ‘Echo’ inside her would eventually take over completely. Right now, she quite liked the human side of her, and it felt such a waste of her life to let the alien take over. Unfortunately, what was done was done and she had no way to change that. She accepted Libera as she was, is and will be, but it still made her a little sad.
((A little short but I couldn't think of much else to say at the moment. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 10:29 am
That the good doctor had missed Shasa's reaction to her prescence was hardly surprising. While normally a part of her mind would have been fixated on the fellpool, too many other issues cluttered her mind, distracting her from the present. Her thoughts scattered, Libera had just enough prescence of mind to respond to outlying stimuli. Such as her captain questioning her sobriety.
"I have only had... let's see... forty milliliters times four is one sixty... times two is three twenty... divide by hundred three by two deciliters... average human tolerance not withstanding, of course..."
Libera mumbled a few more measurements before realizing her Captain was ignoring her. Sighing, she set her glass aside. It was notably empty.
"He would never let me get properly drunk, anyway."
Staring at the plinth a little distrustfully now, she considered what she would be interested in even looking at. Remembering the coat, she gleefully tapped in her requirements. Angling her body so that she could could still view Feroca and Shasa, Libera adopted a solemn expression.
"I will have you know I was being completely serious. Just imagine the crew's reaction to your new appearance. There would certainly be a boost in moral."
Maybe she was drunk. Libera was certainly pushing the boundaries of her position. Still, she hoped the Captain might just laugh here where there were no crew members to impress. At that, she finished her order and stepped down. Her attention fixed on the fellpool as Libera seemed to notice her prescence for the first time since entering. She bowed slightly, the left side of her mouth quirking upwards in a crooked smile as she did so.
"My apologies for domineering the stage. please, be my guest."
Libera was well aware of Shasa's unease around her. She simply did not care. At times, such as now, she even took pleasure in attempting to annoy the fellpool. It was the same side of her which persisted in teasing Feroca, and generally went a bit too far.
[[ Note: 40ml is a single shot. What she's saying is every Sunrise has (roughly) four shots of alcohol. ]]
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