crux_fleet | EVENT: MINING COLONY V'VORTE

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EVENT: MINING COLONY V'VORTE

Who: Councilor Labismat, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, OPEN
Where: V’Vorte
When: June 4th-8th
Warnings: N/A

The Fleet stations itself near V’Varga, the more populated planet of the V’V system, but the majority of the ships are ferrying people down to V’Vorte. Mainly desert, the only things of interest on it seem to be the Mining Plains, which stretch for hundreds of miles; the Blue Circus, which lights up the nights with laser shows and fireworks; and the small town that supports the first two and serves as a small island of normality among the eccentric carnies and boisterous miners. There are rides to and from the Teuberg twice a day, in case you would rather not stay overnight, which are overseen by Science Captain McEngineer, who gives an energetic explanation of the types of metal needed when asked. Back on the Teuberg, Councilor Labismat can be found greeting the ships coming back in, checking on any progress being made.

The V’V natives are mostly humanoid in appearance, with reddened skin tones and large eyes that help them see in the dimmer light of their sun. Most of them, especially the miners, are quite friendly and seem unfazed by the variety of species the Fleet has brought to their doorstep. The only Transports who might get a second glance are the robotic ones, as the mining mechs vaguely resemble them.

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So where does she return that paperwork? Or does she wear it on her chest? Huge letters across her bumpers that read: "RESTRICTED ACCESS."

Flashpoint's flattered, really, but that might not jive so well with the aesthetics of her work uniform. Plus it covers up the 'cleavage' which is apparently the best part.

"Probably blow a circuit or a blood vessel or something..." They are TOO INTENSE FOR YOU, tiny organic. She's not going to stop and think about the implication that they might frag right here in the middle of the carnival. ...it could happen. In the middle of the night. Maaaaybe. But it's sure as hell not happening now and she doesn't even get sloppy make-outs thanks to Officer Killjoy. She takes Deadlock's hand after scooping up the rest of the plushies--not even thinking about the former except to be sure she puts on an extra good show, turning on her heel in a way that flips her doorpanels at the security guard in a very NON-complimentary way.

She hands the paperwork back to him and waits for the permit. But she doesn't have to cover anything up. They can look, but only Deadlock decides who gets to look with their hands.

He's on that list, himself. VIP access even, which is a thing he just made up but shush.

Officer Buzzkill, though, is not on the list. At all. In fact, maybe he's off the 'can look' list. Just for being a jerk.

And he's not quite sure how his victory march with his prizes turned into him walking holding hands with an Autobot. What the.....?!?

And how long does she have to wait? Last Flashpoint checked, bureaucracy was Deadlock's least favorite thing. Seems like she better tell Quark she has an agent now, all deals brokered through Deadlock now. Not that she's wanted to broker any deals beyond putting on a good show anyway.

It's cute though, that Deadlock wants to be her agent, all possessive like.

Officer Buzzkill is on a totally different list now, one that might include a hard prank or two. Assuming she's got the time to fit it into her, uh, very densely packed social schedule.

Flashpoint's got no idea how this happened either, and she'd put money on awkward times in her near future. Also, that's not her cooling system running, not at all!

The worst part of bureaucracy is the waiting, absolutely. Which is why Deadlock would make any would-be suitor/toucher of Flashpoint occupation head straight for the 'recycle' folder. Serves them right.

Oh yeah, and if he's her agent, he expects a commission. Up front. Don't ask him how that's supposed to work with him denying everyone access. It just...will.

As for what happens now, walking away with an armload of plushie organic toys and a hand full of Flashpoint, he has no idea.....

Sounds like Deadlock needs to take up the role of bouncer at the bar. Then he can do his job and be her agent/chaperone at the same time. And obviously it's commission on top of a retainer fee. So he should just... retain. her. for his own purposes.

Not that Flashpoint needs his protection or anything. What she needs right now is a little privacy and a not-awkward way to ask him back to her place. But who is she kidding? She'll probably put her foot in her mouth and ruin it all before long. So let her just enjoy this for now, a tiny snippet of not-terrible in this freakish world they're stuck in.

He would be open to a business proposition like that. Does it come with a fancy title? A pimp cane? Can you be a pimp if your job is to keep everyone else away from your client?

"Hff," he says, glaring over his shoulder and nearly dropping a plushie rabbit in the process. "He's clearly just jealous." Because yeah, there's a lot to be jealous of here.

Uh. He means the plushie-prizes!

...doesn't he?

Clearly he would be the Anti-Pimp, which might be bad for Quark's business but good for Flashpoint's ego. She's never been possessively wanted before and surprisingly, it doesn't seem half bad? In her younger years she would have chaffed at the restrictions, but that's also when she was convinced she didn't need anyone.

And she still doesn't! Not, uh, needy, like that. Just...more open to the options.

"Probably envious because he's stuck here doing guard duty. And cuz he came alone." Wait, she came alone too. "Er, is gonna leave alone." Serves him right! Being alone like she....isn't...?

Honestly, though, an Anti-Pimp cane makes more sense. Why does a pimp need a weapon?

And Quark needs to keep his mouth shut, anyway.

He pauses, holding the plushie bunny in his hand, looking back at Officer Buzzkill. Which was probably his name: this place sucked at names. Seriously: McEngineer?!

"Heh. Want to bet I can hit him from here?" Hey, if you're getting kicked out, might as well be for something, right?

Why does Deadlock need more weapons? Wait, that's a silly question. Same reason Flashpoint does, more is better!

Flashpoint lifts a browridge as Deadlock looks back at the security guard. His intent becomes plenty clear though and she grins. "Buy ya a drink if you get him in the head."

Yeah she, uh, totally set that up on purpose, the drinking buying thing.

Don't question his need for more weapons, you. Boomer needs company!

"If? What's this 'if'?" He cocks a supraorbital ridge at her. Do you doubt his mighty aim? He'll just have to show you, Flashpoint, making a show of lining up a shot with a plushie ducky before letting it sail....where it lands smack on the guard's head, the plushie's squeaker giving off a blatted 'quack!'.

Boomer can come over to Flashpoint's and visit his old crew if he's lonely Deadlock, just sayin'.

Oh, well, someone's sure cocky. That doesn't really help matters for Flashpoint in the attraction area; seriously what's NOT attractive about someone who can boast and actually follow through? Which...he does. And she doesn't mind nearly as much as she, uh, probably should.

The ducky's little squeak is enough to make her laugh but the way the guard jumps two feet in the air is the most priceless part, and she looses a bark of self-satisfied laughter. "Guess I owe you that drink. When do you wanna collect?"

Boomer is perfectly happy where he is. In fact, if he were any happier, he might explode.

See? Deadlock threw in a little handgrenade humor there. Admit it. You're impressed.

Deadlock doesn't laugh, but he does pull out his very best smirk, because the situation calls for it and he kind of likes the sound of her laugh, even when he's not torturing it out of her with tickles.

"Soon as we put the kids here to bed." Kids being his plushies. Guess what? You're a plushie mom now.

Way to make a mess, Boomer. Clearly you take after your mom. Having fun cleaning that up, Deadlock.

He threw in a little punny humor too; pardon her if she doesn't explode with laughter though.

Besides, that was just a moment ago, laughing at that loser guard who couldn't dodge a plush attack in a million years. Deadlock needs to stop smirking though, because it makes his mouth look way too pretty. That should be like, illegal or something.

Also when did she agree to become a plushy mom?? Was there paperwork she missed? "Good plan," she agrees anyway, (SHUTUP it sometimes happens!) adjusting her armload so the kids are more secure, then her voice drops and she adds through her own smirk, "Gonna put somethin' to bed tonight."

That messiness is probably why Deadlock has custody. He'll train their grenade right. Messes have their place and that's Autobot front lines.

Don't blame the guard too much, instead be amazed at Deadlock's deadeye skill. Who knew his gift for violence extended to squeaky toys?

And if you want him to stop smirking, you're gonna have to, you know, stop looking at him like you approve of his delinquent behavior. "You know." He's not sure where this is coming from, but he's going to just roll with it. "I have some engex at my place. But you can serve it to me." Preferably in a frilly apron or something.

Hey don't knock her lifestyle choices Deadlock, no one's ever been around for it to make a difference to and the grenades don't actually complain. In fact, all the dust bunnies are like domestic camouflage, the simpler cousin of urban camouflage.

She's amazed at your skill Deadlock, all the more so for improvised weaponry, squeaky or not. And Flashpoint would have to stop approving of his delinquent behavior altogether because being stony-faced never suited her well. She can do it, but beware the dire circumstances that bring that on.

Not like here which just keeps getting more interesting. Her interest is definitely piqued at the mention of engex, but that follow up earns him a shove at his shoulder and disgusted laugh that's not as serious as it sounds, (also look how smoothly she got out of the hand-holding. Except...it wasn't actually on purpose). "Oh please! Keep that up and I'll serve it to you without a glass." Her grin says something way closer to I dare you than I'm offended you swine because ya know...making a mess could be fun. Then they'd have to, uh, clean up. Hey, it's a theme!

"Besides, isn't the host supposed to serve the guest??" She saw that on TV once, she's clearly an expert on manners!

Right, Deadlock really isn't in much position to critique anyone's lifestyle choices, at all, ever. He'd just saying, Boomer enjoys all the attention he gets being an Only Grenade.

"Yeah? Like to see you try." And have a shoulder bump back, Flashpoint, because he actually kind of would.

"Yeah, but I won. That means you serve me." RULES.

Well maybe she misses him occasionally. Boomer, not Deadlock, though she wouldn't mind a visit including both, and maybe Boomer's estranged sibling misses him too.

He gets a return shoulder bump just for good measure, but when she opens her mouth to protest it clacks shut again, because she realizes he's right. He won the bet, and does she really want to argue a technicality that puts them in his quarters instead of a bar? "Fine, fine, fair is fair. But you may not approve of my serving skills. Especially issuing challenges like that." She'll even the score somehow, Deadlock!

She might be allowed supervised visitation with Boomer. If she asks nice. A bribe wouldn't go amiss, either.

"Or I may like 'em just fine." DOn't tell him what he will or will not like, Flashpoint. Right now, giddy with tickles and carrying plushies, he's pretty amenable to anything. "If I like 'em enough I may tip you, even."

Supervised? What, she's no grenade molester! And she wouldn't go saying bad things about Deadlock either; just, you know, make sure he's not saying bad things about her...

Bribes though....might be a possibility. Technically beneath her but Flashpoint's always been more about results regardless of the means. Well...almost always.

She flicks him an 'oh really?' tilt of her browridge. Maybe she'll have to let her holoavatar serve instead, surprise him. Maybe put that special outfit Quark told her to buy on... "Tip me, huh? Can I guess that's not gonna be monetary compensation?" Translation: she doesn't take cash tips for private parties. Especially ones that'll be this...private.

Primus only knows what kind of unspeakable horrors Flashpoint does to her armaments. He's seen the 'time out' box under her bed. Abuse! Neglect! Here, Boomer at least gets plenty of attention.

For the record, Deadlock is imminently bribable. At least worth trying, right? Right.

Though the tip was gonna be Squiddie shoved in her trunk, but now he's, you know, getting other ideas. "Ha! Like I even have money." ...wait.

Hey! Deadlock does not know what happens in that house or why the under-the-bed treatment exists. No judging! Or she will get all judgey-judge regarding his personal grooming habits.

Bribable with something other than money she hopes. Because money is easy and boring.

It's good that she knows who Squiddie is, or that would sound like a horrible euphemism. Which she'd not be opposed to, not at all, though after that whole 'straddle you and tickle attack' bit, she'd much rather stuff her squiddie into his trunk. "HA! I thought the military made more than the militia? Someone's got holes in his credit account."

He's seen enough, Flashpoint. Dustbunnies. DUST BUNNIES. On your grenades. He was like that Native American in that old anti-littering commercial. That's grenade abuse!

Money is boring. And easy. And.

Well.

He's kind of easy too, but shut up.

Which means any kind of squiddie could end up in any trunk at any time with these two and he'd be kind of okay with that.

"Maybe I just...spend it on stuff." Like this swanky apartment. And maybe some lingerie for Flashpoint's holo SHUT UP you haven't gotten it yet.

She's gonna put dust bunnies behind his interface panel if he doesn't quit that right now. Because she can't argue in her own favor so clearly retaliation is the answer.

And Flashpoint's not easy... Well okay, maybe she is a little. But she still has standards! Which...don't ask what they are if Deadlock meets them, other than 'not a coward', that one is obvious.

"Stuff." UH-HUH. "You're gonna show me right, when we get back to your place?"

Hey, hey hey!! You keep that weird dustbunny kink of yours out of his interface equipment. Those delinter thingies kind of hurt!

And Deadlock totally has standards, but in his case she's so far above his standards it's like...yeah, he doesn't even really know how this is happening.

"Maybe. Some of it. Might even let you get to wear--touch. I mean, touch. Some of it." SHHHH you heard nothing.

Hey it's not a kink until it turns someone on! And maybe the squirmy thing he'd do when he woke up would be a turn-on...of uncontrollable snickering and laughter. It's a statement Deadlock: if it's collecting dust maybe you should use it more often.

Like with her.

And she doesn't really know how this happening either. Except apparently plushies have some weird psychotropic effect that makes them both giddy like young sparks. With, uh, appetites. "UH-HUH. And after I touch it, then what happens?" Give her the play-by-play Deadlock, she's very curious.

As long as she doesn't have to do the payout...

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i suppose we should wrap this eventually ;-;

Proooobably. ;;~;; It has been one of my favorite threads tho!

all of their threads are ;-;

they are precious jewels in my RP memory hoard

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Most mature mechs right here

YUP

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Re: As long as she doesn't have to do the payout...