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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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.

Yeah, but he figures she wouldn't lint up his stuff if the idea didn't turn HER on, so...gross. He's itchy just thinking about it.

Which reminds him: read laundry instructions on these plushies.

But he's feeling So Totally Busted right now so he's gonna cover for it with Grumpiness. "You'll see. Maybe. If you deserve it." HARUMPH

Maybe is not the listing up but the cleaning out that turns her on, ever think of that, huh?

And now she knows where to get materials for that little joke, his lint trap should be a great place to start. She can pretend like she's helping with his laundry.

Flashpoint's developing a resistance to his Grumpiness by now, at least she can tell it for the cover it is, even if she can't tell what's under it. So she smirks a good-natured smirk, bumping himself shoulder again. "Yeah? Dare I ask what I have to do to earn it?"

She can lint up her own stuff, then. He'll watch. For a little while. Before he clearly needs to critique her cleaning technique.

What does she have to do to earn it? Not slap him in the face when he suggests it? But no, he's gonna make it tough. "Gotta be nice to me." Yeah that'll be impossible.

Ew, no. That's not the kind of self-servicing she's into. It's only hot if she's caught at her practical joke and has to make amends and clean up. Which she'd be...very thorough about really.

And as long as he doesn't top Quark's level of indecency, he's okay. Besides, maybe Deadlock gets more leeway, because she kinda wants to get into his panels okay? SHUTUP. It's thing, accept it.

"Oh really? Might be able to arrange that. Does drink serving qualify as nice?" Hey, two birds, one stone. She can make good on her bet debt and earn some...thing else, she's not sure what. But Deadlock's insistent about hiding it which means she wants it.

Maybe they could some up with something better than lint, okay? He definitely could come up with a few suggestions.

And sorry, but he's much more used to mechs wanting to kill him than frag him. It's a little new.

"Not if you 'serve' it by pouring it on my head." In case she was thinking of trying it. Which..she probably was.

Engex. The obvious choice. (Why is everything about food with these two? Go figure...)

Well he might have to get used to it because she isn't losing interest any time soon. Not after that hot panel on her thigh which can NOT be explained away with some weird radio virus like before.

"Oh." She'll just casually cross that off the list. "Honestly if I go pourin' it on you, it's...not gonna be on your head." Not the one he's thinking anyway.

Hey, Deadlock's mind is all about plushies right now. He's as innocent and pure as the day is long.

And she's gonna forget about that whole rassling sexy stuff. He's trying to! N-not really.

"Oh?" Just ignore the fact that he was so startled by that suggestion he dropped a plushie. Wo-wow.

Plushies are a good second choice. Especially since they seem to be the theme of the hour. Which is okay with her since it seems to have made a buffer between them, softening their usually sharp edges.

If Deadlock wants her to forget, he's gonna have to distract her with something else.

And is Flashpoint shamelessly flirting? Hell yes she is. The plushies have made her brave, all right? She's not ready for the night to end, a night she thought was gonna be a lonely drag, watching other people have fun. Instead she's making optics at a plushie carrying Deadlock, who's not scowling at her for once. "Gonna have to take me home and hand me engex to find out." By the way, you dropped your Mr. Crabby.

Who knew the magic of plushies? He's not sure what it's all about but somehow he can't get upset about it. Not when she's talking to him like that, and those sorts of saucy comments are tingling through his systems.

"Building up some fraggin' suspense, there." Meaning the engex thing, which is totally gonna happen, once he's stowed his fuzzy haul. But hey, two can play at that game so he's gonna just beeeeeend on over to pick up his crab. S-sexy? He's not real good at this.

They just need plushie grenades now and their lives will be complete. She's got a few things tingling in her systems now and it feels a little like being overcharged, except she hasn't had a thing to drink all night and she can still walk straight. It's....weird. Nice, but weird.

"Anticipation makes the payoff so much..." Yeah that totally is her trying to sneak a peek under his aft skirt as he bends down to retrieve Mr. Crabby. COUGH. "...better."

You totally didn't see that by the way.

Mission: find someone to make a plushie version of Boomer. Got it.

And he seconds the 'weird' and maybe, even, the 'nice' part. All he knows is it's a lot more fun with Flashpoint. "Wish you coulda seen the guy's face when I kept winning." Not because he's bragging, but because he figures she'd enjoy that look herself.

And he kind of wishes he could have seen the look on her face, too, just now. Because the obvious attempt to rearrange herself as he stood up was really tantalizing.

More fun is certainly true, she'll give him that. A few weeks ago she'd have laughed at the notion, but hey! Look! She can adapt! Deadlock is actually a decent mech to hang out with, when he's not being a total aft.

Attitude-wise. Because she kinda wants to get her hands on that aft noW that she's had just enough of a peek to tantalize. And Flashpoint is totally playing it cool, she did not just get caught checking out his rear specs, nope!

"I bet he was torqued. And surprised. Not that I would have been." Oh is that a compliment? Maybe. She's seen him shoot and his throwing arm isn't bad either. It'd be no surprise that he'd dominate. Except... "You'd've had some competition though, if I'd gotten there earlier."

She's good at covering that whole 'busted peeking' thing. If he didn't know better...? But he does know better and she is so busted. Which in his world is a good thing. He might have to let her get an optic full of something else, to try to catch her again.

"Yeah, didn't know what he was up against." He gets that a lot, by the way. Scourge of the Autobots and all. Like he is.

"Oh, yeah? You wanna bet?" Really, it's cute you think you can outshoot Deadlock. Pssssh.

Yeah well, she doesn't look ashamed! Nope. TOTALLY unguilty. And that IS a word, Mr. Undereducated, what do you know? She's just got that look on her face because she doesn't like getting caught at covert ops. Which Operation: Deadlock's Aft Recon totally is. She needs intel on how to tap that!

"Bet he thought it'd be harder to hit the target just because it's proportionally smaller compared to you. Why does no one understand the scale thing?" She's pretty sure you have big bullets Deadlock. You have big bullets, right?

"Please," SCOFF, "When do I ever turn down a challenge?" Bring it on, Deadlock.

Deadlock would recommend bribing him with sexy, sexy grenades but that would make him sound like, you know, the kind of mech you could buy. Which, nu-hunh.

"Yeah, well, guess he learned a little lesson in physics there." Which involved math which Deadlock didn't understand but he doesn't need to know math to fire a gun. Or, in this case, throw a plushie.

"When? Well, this might be your first time, how do I know?" First time for something, hon hon hon?

~~Well is she a sex bomb and does that count as a sexy grenade?~~

What about doing sexy things with grenades? That way no items are exchanged and it's not being bought. Don't ask what those sexy things are yet, because uh, SPOILERS. Not because she doesn't know yet, shush.

"You taught him I guess." Who ever thought she'd be saying that? She must be in a really good mood. "Organic brains, just not the same."

A bark of a laugh. "Oh no, you're not getting off so easy!" On the bet, that is. Heeeeee might get off though. If he plays his hand right, and she likes it when he finally folds.

~~Maybe. Does she have a sexy bomb costume?~~

Hey, he is willing to contemplate a grenade-based barter economy. Just get him the paperwork and don't complain if his signature is kind of scrawly.

"Hfff. Hard to believe they've survived this long." Not just this guard, but, you know, his mortal enemy McEngineer.

He bites down on the 'getting off easy' dirty joke that is trying to push its way out of his face. He does have some sense of self-preservation! "Yeah?" This is a close second, though. "I'll just, you know, leave some room to be impressed."

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