Friday [Friday May 9th, 2008 at 9:21pm] chaoschild Who: Basil, Edwin, Vala and Doc What: Walking around on the ship looking for something to do When: Around 4:30 pm Where: KR Basil had woke up that morning to do his usual. He wrote down his dreams, all in as much detail as he could remember. His hand led the pen over the paper in small, even strokes of clear script. His journal was leather bound, a golden crest of lion and bear was on the cover, the words Plures Sententia printed under the crest. Those words translated spoke volumes to him, 'many thoughts'. Sighing Basil waited for the thick ink to dry, closing his felt tipped pen and setting it back in the drawer. Looking over the journal, the words he just wrote he then closed the leather-bound book. Pulling the leather thongs around the tab on the front cover he made sure that the pictures within would not fall out, nor anyone could easily claim it fell open and they just started reading it. That was if anyone ever cared to venture down. Going out, he walked about, hands in his pockets, feet scuffing along. He had been pounced on by Nikita, that day. He liked the girl, woman, puppy, whatever she was. He had smiled and teased her gently. Basil loved being on the ship. He had no complaints. The people were a bit standoffish. As he wished them to be. It would do no good for him to lose control and hurt them because he couldn't hold back Phoenix. Walking he looked up. There was a picture on the wall he was walking by. Stopping he stared at it for a moment, then glanced behind him. There stood the dark one, seemingly just over his shoulder. You know you can't keep me at bay forever. Not even the highest dose of Paxil or whatever it is that you find will keep me hidden forever, Basil. "I will do as I see fit, devil." He muttered as he moved on. Shaking his head he cleared his mind, took a deep breath, let it out slowly. Watching his dark hair fall within his sight as he looked down at the floor, not really watching where he was going. After all, Niki would just end up pouncing on him again, everyone else was probably gone to enjoy Vegas. Biting his lip he chewed on it lightly. It was not sane to be bored in a city like Vegas. He dare not go out alone. There were too many people in Vegas, too many things could set him off. Plus he didn't want to bother anyone with baby sitting him in the city of sin. It just wouldn't be fair to whoever that poor soul would end up being. "Bloody hell." He muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. Closing his eyes he stopped and leaned back against the wall. Tilting his head back he slid down the wall, crouching there for a brief minute. Opening his eyes he stared at his feet for a moment, then looked up at the ceiling. Standing again he kept moving. Walking he passed by lots of reflective surfaces. Random images of those within his mind kept popping up, all saying something, all wanting something. One in general always seemed to be there. The one that Basil didn't want to have anything to do with. Not yet anyways. Moving up on the deck of the ship, Basil roamed over the length. Stopping he slid down the side, settling down with his legs sprawled in front of him. His foot began moving back and forth on his heel, the toes wiggling in the sandals he was wearing. Licking his lips, Basil began humming softly. His foot now keeping time with the song in his head. By God and all that was still holy in the world...he was bored. {11} take a chanceedit

Friday [Friday May 2nd, 2008 at 2:27pm] _umbra Who: Pavla and Nate When: Morning, right after Nikita leaves Where: Captain's quarters What: Hmmm....I wonder Pavla couldnt help the smile that spread across his face as Nate ushered their unexpected friend from the room. The smile wasnt caused from a dislike for Nikita. To the contrary, the small Romanian found her endearingly sweet. Any other time, he would have found her departure disappointing. But the golden-headed man who deftly extracted the woman from the bed and herded her toward the door, was wearing only boxer shorts and Pavla could still feel the residual warmth of the strong man's body pressed against his own. With his fever abated, the tiny mutant found his hunger returning. The most urgent of which was a need that he had rarely felt in his young life, due to the nature of the men he had bedded in his native Bucharest. But with this new-found captain, Pavla was finding his hunger to be growing, his fear and worry over Drake only seemed to add flame. He needed this tall, tender man to claim him, to push away the nightmare memory of the large feral and make only this moment reality. When Nate turned toward him with the extra key in hand, Pavla felt a rush of relief. "A captain should have extra lock, no?" he nodded trying to hide the underlying concern, "maybe alarm sounding to you when you go away and someone comes in..." The shadow mutant's heart pounded and a small hand lifted to his chest, splaying there as if to calm it then jumping to his hair which must look a mess. Did he look like a street rat? Wasnt that what Drake had called him? Clearing his throat, Pavla added, "Your safety is my concern. What if it had been a killer to come in?" {3} take a chanceedit

Friday [Thursday May 1st, 2008 at 11:27pm] el_omni Who: Eliza and Wyatt Where: The King's Ransom What: Exploring! When: Morning (but not too early) Eliza had not expected to sleep as well as she did. The guest room of the King's Ransom, though luxurious, was foreign and scary. The previous night, she wasn't sure how she felt with so many mutants on the ship. Her power wasn't exactly there to keep her safe if a situation suddenly turned violent, nor was it easy enough to spot from a distance (though, if push came to shove, she could sleep in some dead language, but that could be seen as a threat). But Eliza had been pleasantly surprised. Perhaps being placed in the same room as Wyatt had put her more at ease. Perhaps her thoughts shifted when she sat down on the bed. The pillows and mattress were soft and cool and Eliza had curled up in the fluffy comforter and blankets. Under the covers, she stripped off her jeans and slept in her panties. In the morning, she awoke refreshed, if not a little disheveled. Her hair was deflated and tangled, her shirt was wrinkled, and she would kill for a fresh pair of underwear. She slipped back into her jeans and walked quietly over to the mirror, trying to comb out her hair using only her fingers. She hated the idea of letting anyone see her in this state, particularly Wyatt. There was something too intimate about sharing morning appearances with a stranger, and her image of the night before as the proper young diplomat would be shattered if he saw her like this. She fussed with her bangs, pulled on her shirt, and ran her finger over her teeth, hoping that the mere action of brushing would make the bacteria disappear. {5} take a chanceedit

Friday [Wednesday April 30th, 2008 at 2:39pm] mag_force Who: Alex and Mag Where: Vegas strip What: Going clubbing When: At 8 pm Mag had made sure that she had given herself enough time to get supper done for the crew, since she had let most of her cooks off so they could enjoy what Vegas had to offer. They deserved it, putting up with her Nazi ways in the kitchen after all. Taking a nice long, hot shower, she made sure that her legs were smooth and her skin smelling softly of baby oil, thanks to Caress's new line of oil and cream. Getting out and drying off she gelled her hair, gently drying it a little with a towel and letting the natural curl come through. Sweeping the top half of her hair back into a loose clip, she pulled a few bangs to frame her face. Next came the shadowy make-up, know Alex liked her for her and not because she was good with a brush on her face. Checking her teeth she then put on a light lipstick and gloss to make them shine. Next and last came that dress. Eying it on her bed she sighed and slipped it on. Pulling down on the hem she blinked as it showed more boob. "Alright, boob or ass?" Canting her head she wondered if she should put on a pair of shorts. Then she rolled her eyes, "That's middle school stunts." Putting on her high heels and wrapping the straps around her ankles once before tying them she gave herself another once over. Satisfied she nodded, grabbing her money to give to Alex to carry. Mag didn't have a place to put anything. Starting out her room she turned and went back, adding silver bracelets to her wrists, and a necklace with a single tear drop shaped emerald. Nothing flashy, but it was elegant, and set off the few sparks of green in her eyes. Adding the matching ear rings she rolled her eyes at herself. Making her way to the galley she glanced at the clock in the room, ignoring the one wolf whistle she got from one of the late eaters. Knowing him by sight and what he usually ate, she couldn't ever remember his name, but he was a full vegetarian, never eating any meat. {6} take a chanceedit

Friday [Tuesday April 29th, 2008 at 9:03am] shiftingsands Who?: Nikita and those she's pouncing upon What?: Pouncing, of course, and staying FAR away from Doc When?: Early morning, let's say around 8ish Where?: Wherever her feet take her on the ship Nikita had had bad news that morning. Not too long ago her brother had come to her, telling her that she needed to go by Doc Jordan's office. Nikita had questioned why, and Alex wouldn't tell her. After pouncing on her brother, shaking him and threatening to tell Mag lies about him, he finally gave in and told her why. She had to go for a physical. She'd paled, sprang off of him and ran out of her room. She looked up and down the hall, and then down to the doctor's office. Her pale gaze had narrowed, and she turned tail and ran the other way. She had to find someone who would protect her, that and she was still terribly hyper from her shift the other day. Her steps were light, bouncy even as she made her way around the ship. She pounced on a handful of people she knew as she passed them, talking their ears off before bounding away again. Most of them liked it, laughing and playing along with the young woman. Nikita wasn't amused though. She was scared. She didn't need or want to go to the doctor. She was fine! Fit as a fiddle and then some. She never got sick, and even if she did it didn't last more than a day. She'd never had anything more serious than a case of the sniffles, and she didn't understand why she had to go to the doctor. He was scary. Really scary. There was only one person that Nikita knew who could override such a terrible thing. Such a terrible injustice. Glancing around she gathered her bearings, and made her way towards Nate's quarters. Slowly she slunk down, scratching at his door softly and bit her bottom lip as she eyed the locking mechanism on the door. Pursing her lips she stood back up, the wheels in her mind slowly turning. She smirked, bounding off once again. A few moments passed, and she was back at the door. She held up the all access pass, eying it for a moment. Poor night guard hadn't known what'd hit him when Nikita pounced on him, and frisked him for his key. She slid the key through, holding her breath at the small click and then opened the door. Peering in she eyed the bed, and then slipped inside. Crouching low, her ass actually did wriggle as she waited on the perfect moment to pounce. "NATE!" She called as she pounced on the bed, and the two figures that lay on it. She was sprawled out over the two of them, and she blinked. Giggling she turned, and shifted to where she was straddling one of them. "Nate it's terrible! Horrible even! You have to listen to me!" She wailed, arms flailing about in the air for a moment. {11} take a chanceedit

Friday [Monday April 28th, 2008 at 8:15pm] light_chaser Who: Vivvy, Kesh and Alex What: The Lightning Sale When: Early Afternoon Where: Nevada Power Co. Vivvy woke that morning refreshed and in a fairly good mood. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood up, heading for the shower as she stripped her clothes off and threw them across the room to the hamper. She turned the knobs on in the shower and waited while it warmed up. She liked her shower scalding. Jumping in, she quickly showered. She stepped out of the shower and toweled off after fifteen minutes. She twisted her hair in the towel to squeeze out excess water and then began to blow dry it straight. When she was done, she swiped on a little mascara and eyeliner and a smudge of eyeshadow. She pulled on a pair of black dress slacks and a white button down shirt with cap sleeves. A string of pearls, a matching pair of earrings and a bracelet went on, and a pair of strappy black heels with a cockroach killer pointed toe. She grabbed a clutch and walked out of her cabin door, shutting it behind her. She walked down to the storage bay and opened the door, looking inside for one of the canisters. They were beginning to run low. They would have to do another harvest soon. She found that one of the canisters was already on a dolly. Grabbing the handles she pulled it out of the storage bay and shut the door behind her. She pulled the dolly along behind her and walked through the halls of the ship to the deck. Kesh and Alex were going to go with her today. Hopefully they would be meeting her near the plank soon. {12} take a chanceedit

[Monday April 28th, 2008 at 8:59pm] lana_bombshell Who: Lana, Drake, and Gwen Where: The Hallways of the King’s Ransom What: Touring the Ship When: Around 3pm Lana sighed as she chucked one last rock overboard, not watching but listening to the explosion as it tore apart. Last night had been the most fun she had had in so long. A girl’s night out, making new friends. Drinks that they took turns picking up the tabs on even though the effect was basically that they spent the same amount they would have had they simply paid for their own beverages. A bit of gambling where self-control proved to be handy. Those girls, Mag and Niki, were a hoot. It was nice to get out and do things with people she could relate to. It made it a shame that she had to resort back to this annoying routine of blowing things up. The femme had found the most remote area of the deck that she could so as to avoid questions, all the while hoping that none would skip questions and simply confront her to complain about the risk doing something like that could run for all aboard. It was broad daylight so the explosion wouldn’t be witnessed easily and she would say so if anyone approached. Perhaps if people knew there was a greater risk in her not doing this they would never think to ask. After all, if she didn’t release the pent up energy it would find ways to dispel itself into anything she might touch and risk seriously hurting someone. Either option would be met with hostility, but who could blame them? Did she really even have a right to encroach on their lives, knowing she could harm them any moment or endanger them? Sure she had been invited by two very nice men, but she hadn’t told them she had to do this every day or run the risk of losing control. Would they have still allowed her to come? Sure they might have. After all, she wouldn’t be the only mutant with a dangerous power. Hell, Mag was probably the strongest being alive and she could seriously harm someone. Lana thought that the head chef might have a bit more control over her power than the Hawaiian, though. No, no… She had plenty of control and her routine system of doing things worked for her. She hadn’t lost control in… what? A year and a half? Quite a long time for her and it was only because she had overslept that one day. She didn’t expect to lose control now, so why tell anyone she could if she didn’t do this? She had nothing to prove to them. They could go kiss off if they didn’t like it. What was she doing! Sitting there, thinking about confrontations that had neither occurred, nor had any likeliness of occurring? A smile twitched the corner of her lips up, and she shook her head before running her long fingers through her hair and lifting herself to standing. It would do her no good to continue making up conversations in her head when she didn’t even know her way around her new home. So, Lana left the dry heat of the day and moved back within the controlled climate of the ship. It was high time she found her way around it so she knew more than simply the ways to the galley, the deck, and her room. On a vehicle this size there had to be more than just that. Considering she had plenty of time she decided she would move slowly, take in all the sites. The ship was beautiful and she was in no hurry. Bare feet padded lightly down the corridors as she began her little self-sustained tour. {12} take a chanceedit

Thursday [Monday April 7th, 2008 at 12:53pm] glacier Who:Glacier, Ladyhawk & OTA What:The sale of the DeVries Diamond When:Early Evening Where:From the KR to The LV Strip Slipping the black bowtie around his neck, Nate tied it effortlessly as he glanced in the mirror and then back over his shoulder to Pavla in the bed, “I’m having Rosemary come sit with you. She’s very sweet and has some practice at nursing”, he pulled the bow tight, straightened his jacket and used a bit of gel to tame his thick, spiky, blond hair. Walking over to sit on the side of the bed, he kissed the diminutive Romanian’s forehead, “Still feverish, poor baby. I’d have you in sickbay, but seems as if Doc Jordan has already flown the coop”, he brushed Pavla’s silky black hair from his face, “…I’m sure the Doc is out performing some unspeakable act even now”, he stroked the boy’s cheek, “I’m sorry I have to go, baby, but I’ll not stay away any longer than I need to, okay? I have to sell this diamond while I can”, he held the rare stone up and the light caught it’s many surfaces, casting beams of color on both of them, There aren’t many can afford such an item, eh?”. Just then, a knock came and the captain called for the person to enter. It was Rosemary, the telepath. Though she was somewhere in her 40s, Nate considered her quite a beautiful woman and also ‘a good catch’…more than once she had fueled a fantasy on his ‘alone nights’. “Rosemary! Thank you for coming on such short notice”, he greeted. “You’re more than welcome”, the attractive, plainly dressed woman returned, “I had no plans, really, and sitting with Pavla would be my pleasure”. You could tell she truly meant what she said. Rosemary was a disarming woman. Clearing his throat, The captain bent to give Pavla one more kiss to the cheek and then say, “I won’t be any longer than I need to, Rosemary. I owe you one”. Then he was out the door and heading for Gwen’s quarters. As he walked through the corridors of the ship, people passed dancing and laughing and talking about how much money they were going to win…everyone seemed to be in a party mood. Good, he thought, they deserve it!. Nate was never happier than when he saw ‘his people’ happy. Suddenly, there was a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. Maybe they would be in Vegas for a few days, eh? Stopping in front of Gwen’s door, he knocked and patiently waited, remembering the last time he was there. {21} take a chanceedit

Thursday [Friday April 4th, 2008 at 8:08am] shiftingsands Who?: Nikita, Mag and OTA What?: Going out, gambling, drinking and painting the town red When?: Around 7pm Where?: Out on the strip, going who knows where. Yeah it was cliched as all hell, but Nikita didn't care. She danced around in her room, singing at the top of her lungs 'Viva Las Vegas'. Actually it was more like wiggling around, as she put her things up and made her bed since she had a roommate now. She glanced over to Gwen's bed, eying it for a moment. She wondered where Gwen was at, but shrugged her shoulders. She was missing out on the fun, well, Nikita's brand of fun anyways. Singing still she picked up the bracelet she'd managed to get away from De Vries, smiling as she draped it over her slender wrist. Oh yeah, that'd been an amazing heist. Getting down on her knees, she pulled out the small safe from underneath her bed with a grunt. Using the combination to unlock it she put the bracelet in there, not daring to look at the other contents of the safe as she shut it and locked it back. Standing she bounced on the balls of her feet, whimpering just a little bit. Nikita was bored, and full of energy. Something needed to be done about that. Nodding to herself she went over to her closet, opening it up and pursing her lips in thought as she looked over her clothing options. Finally she settled on a pair of low riding tight fitting jeans, and a shimmery green loose fitting and flowy halter top. Grabbing a quick shower, she dressed and did up her hair in loose curls. Her makeup was minimal, barely even noticeable until you got up close to her. There wasn't any reason for her to get too flashy with her makeup. She didn't really have anyone to impress and she wanted to go out with her friends and just have a good time. Putting on a black silver studded belt, and then a pair of simple ankle high black boots with a two-inch heel. Wriggling her toes in her shoes, she stood and walked over to her dresser. Grabbing up one of the smaller clutches on it, she pulled out a drawer. Underneath the mass of clothing was her wallet with what money she was allowing herself to spend in Vegas, and her ID that gave nothing away about her being a mutant. Putting that into her clutch, she put a few other items in her clutch, and snapped it shut. Stepping outside her door, she looked left and then right with a slight pursing of her lips. Yes, Mag needed time off of the ship, and the two of them needed to catch up a little bit. Then whoever else they found on their way off could come with as well. Nodding she called, "Hey! Who wants to go out, get their gamble and drink on?! You've got about fifteen minutes to get ready before you miss out on all the fun!" She sing-songed, giggling as she bounced all the way to the galley. "Ooooooooooh Mag!" She cupped her hand beside her mouth, amplifying the sound of her voice. Dropping her hand she waited on her friends reply, bouncing once again on the balls of her feet praying that Mag didn't have a squeaky toy. That'd just distract her and probably make her rumple her clothes. {19} take a chanceedit

Thursday [Thursday April 3rd, 2008 at 11:58am] _shimmer_ Who?: Vala and Doc What?: er...lapdances? *grins innocently* When? Thursday, later in the evening Where?: Temptress, a strip club The day started out fairly normal for Vala. Rolling out of bed she made her way to the small kitchen that her apartment had. Starting a pot of coffee, she flipped on her TV and moved into the living room to start working out. After working out for a good twenty minutes, she stretched out her muscles while she walked back over to her coffee pot. Pouring herself a cup, she added two teaspoons of sugar to the hot bitter liquid before drinking it down. Heading back to her bedroom she pulled out a pair of bellbottom pants from her closet, placing them on the bed. She pursed her lips in thought as she looked over her tops. Finally she settled on a pale pink peasant top, and laid it on top of her jeans. Pulling her underwear out of her dresser drawer she laid them on top of her clothing. Going into her bathroom she turned on her shower. Disrobing she stepped into the stream of warm water, giving a mental sigh as the water cascaded over her body. Vala took her time in the shower, washing her body off, washing her hair, and did her shaving for the day. Cutting the water off, she stepped out, toweled off and wrapped the towel around her slender body. Going back into her bedroom, she put on her underwear and shirt before she turned back around and went back into her bathroom. She quickly did her hair, gelling it and making sure that it wouldn’t frizz out too much before she started on her makeup. Her makeup was light today, and what she’d need for later she placed into her makeup bag. Vala picked up her makeup bag, and a few other items from her bathroom sink. Walking back into her bedroom, she laid the makeup bag on the bed beside her pants. Kneeling down she pushed up her dust ruffle, and pulled her bag out from underneath her bed. Opening it, she made sure she hadn’t left anything inside, before tossing her makeup bag inside. Rolling her shoulders she pulled open another drawer, canting her head to the side as she looked inside. Her eyes scanned over the various costumes, and lingerie she owned. Some of it she’d made herself, some of it she’d bought or had bought for her. Wore the school girl outfit last week, wore the black number last week too…hmmm. She thought to herself, smiling a little as she started pulling out items and tossing them into her bag. The outfit she’d picked out was a layered piece, easy on and easy off. It was neon orange in color that would shine nicely underneath the lights on stage. Vala wasn’t doing a fully nude show that night, just topless, plus whatever lapdances she got paid to do. The outfit consisted of a bra and thong, over them she’d wear a midriff bearing shirt that tied in the middle near her dress with long sleeves that belled out at cuffs. The skirt that would partly cover up her thong had a thick band of material at the waist, and from there it flared out into fishnet that jagged at the edges and barely fell to the tops of her thighs. She wouldn’t be wearing shoes, as per usual, so she didn’t bother with stockings of any sort. Grabbing up a matching garter she tossed it into her bag as well. She picked out another outfit for after she did her show, plus her jewelry for that night and put them into her duffle bag before zipping it up. Turning back to her dresser, she picked out her jewelry for the day. She put the large silver hoop earrings in her ears, the slim silver chain with the cross pendent around her neck, and her various silver bangles on her arms. Pulling her pants on quickly, she glanced at the clock, letting out a small breath before she grabbed up her bag from the bed. Going back into the kitchen she flipped her TV off, grabbed a mug of coffee for the road, turned the coffee pot off and grabbed a baggie full of green substance, papers, a lighter, and a pack of cigarettes from a drawer in her kitchen unzipping her bag and stuffed the baggie, lighter, and pack of cigarettes down in it. Making sure that everything was off in her apartment, she started out to the community center. Once there she signed in, and started off to her ‘classroom’. Greeting her students, she smiled and started off where they’d left off two days ago. She ran through a few signs, handed them some handouts on new signs that they would need to know by their next meeting and then dismissed the class. Glancing at the clock on the wall she hurried down to the local spa, checking in on time for her waxing appointment. After the painful Brazilian wax she grabbed a bite to eat at her favorite deli, and started to Temptress. The strip club she worked at wasn’t one of the nicer ones on the strip, but the staff that ran the place was some of the nicer people she’d worked for. The place was reasonably priced, and the girls there were all clean. That was what really mattered to Vala. It was still early, but a few of the early birds had already started trickling in. They wouldn’t be packed tonight, it was a weeknight after all. She gave a wave to the DJ as she weaved her way through the tables on the way to his booth. Unzipping her bag, she reached down into it pulling out a CD case, smiling at him she held up four fingers. She grinned as he nodded at her, and she made her way to the back. Nodding to a few of the girls, she sat her things down at her dressing table before she started getting ready for her show. {21} take a chanceedit

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