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Serena DeSoto ([info]grease_monkey) wrote in [info]kings_ransom,
@ 2008-01-22 21:19:00

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Sunday
Who: Serena and OTA
Where: The Galley
When: Day 2
What: Chillin'

Serena rarely left the ship. She needed to be available if there was a need for immediate take off. So, she had given her shopping list with specific instructions to a fellow crewman and asked if she wouldn't mind running a few more errands. She thanked her friend and watched her disappear down the gangplank. At times she felt constrained to the ship, but most of the time she wanted to stay onboard. The ship was her baby, and she hated to leave it in the care of others.

Since finishing her rounds and making sure the ship was fine and would be ready for take off, she didnt' have much to do. In fact, she found herself rather bored. She made her way to her room and changed out of the hideous coveralls she hated so much. Tossing them in the hamper, she riffled through her closet for something to wear. Nothing too flashy since she wouldn't be leaving the ship and really didn't have many people to impress. Her long fingers skimmed lightly over the various fabrics in varying shades as she mused over her outfit for the day.

Finally, she decided on a blood red silk shirt with cap sleeves and a cowl neck. She then donned a pair of straight legged black trousers and a pair of black ballet flats. She then stood before the mirror and parted her hair drastically to the side and smoothed it down to sweep across her brow before she twisted it up behind her head into an intricate maze of coils. And finally, she applied some basic makeup. When she was satisfied that she looked presentable, she headed for her jewelry box and pulled out a few black bracelets, a necklace of black glass beads in an array of strands and some earrings to match the necklace.

Finished, she stepped out of her room and locked the door. She was mindful since she'd been robbed. Of course, it had been given back to her the day before, but it still irked her somewhat. She was just glad she'd caught the little thief before she'd gotten away. She smiled as she remembered her part in the capture. Her stomach had started to rumble and she realized that although it was almost noon, she hadn't eaten anything since she'd woken this morning. Her footfalls were silent in the flats, unlike the clattering noises she made in heels, taking her toward the galley.

No one else was really in there, but in a few minutes they would probably all be there for lunch. That was, if they weren't out traipsing around Paris. Serena longed to go shopping, but today was their last day and who knew what might happen. She patted the wall of the galley as she walked in, reassuring herself and her baby that she wasn't going anywhere today. She found the table that was laden with perpetual grab-n-go foods and picked up a banana. Peeling the skin away to reveal the dense white meat of the fruit, she took a bite.

She noticed the bright new painting hanging on the far wall and tilted her head to peer at it more closely. It was a nice one, of a field of flowers. Very cheery. She smiled and sat down in a comfortably stuffed chair and admired the painting a little more before she set to work finishing the last of her banana.

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[info]tarnished_aegis
2008-01-24 01:51 am UTC (link)
Kesh lazily rolled out of his bunk, although his slow movements betrayed how refreshed and energized he felt. Nothing like a good night followed by a good long sleep to reset yourself. The long sleep was the great part... usually he didn't sleep more than a handful of hours, but when he did manage to sleep, he did it with gusto. He stretched and hopped from his bunk and looked himself over in the mirror. As usual... no bumps, no bruises, not a mark on him. Couldn't say the other fellows would be able to make the same claim. Kesh grinned, a good night indeed. Music, dancing, messing with drunks, and the beautiful end... acting drunk in a dark alley and luring in some would be muggers. If one didn't know him, they might think it a hopeful act of vigilantism. But, it wasn't... Kesh just liked to brawl now and then, and no-one ever feels bad or arrests you for smacking thugs and criminals about.

He slipped into a plain pair of well fit jeans and slipped on a dark grey ribbed sweater. As with most clothes, he wore them well. Both by choice in cut and his physique. Neither took much effort really, his shield kept him from eating and drink but as a result keeping an amazing body took practically no effort. His always short hair took no maintenance so satisfied with his appearance he slipped on some black boots and headed from his small bunk to see if anyone was up and still about.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the bright new painting in the galley, "Wow... that's festive and cheery." He said out loud but mostly to himself. He shrugged and stepped closer to look it over. Huh, what would you know... it was a real painting, not some repo. A flash of color in the otherwise dreary galley caught his eye. Woman in red was peeling a banana... how the hell did he see a painting first? She looked every bit the piece of art that it did. Through in the part about eating a banana which for some reason always got men's attention and really... did he get hit that hard in the head?

"Mornin'" He offered with a warm smile as he pulled out a chair from the table and turned it to give him and equal view of the painting and the woman. ".... or afternoon. Which ever it maybe." He shrugged and looked at his wrist, realizing he had forgot to put on his watch. He looked her and offered the watchless hand, "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you yet, I'm Kesh". He wondered how many more crew that he handn't met this ship had htucked away .

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[info]mag_force
2008-01-25 06:35 pm UTC (link)
Food. Yes, food there was food and it was everywhere. How she had managed to make such a mess since morning was beyond her recollection. Pursing her lips she placed her hands on her hips and stood back. "How the hell?" She shook her head at herself, threw up her hands and began cleaning up.

She had made a cranberry orange bundt cake, simple enough. Then she went and made a small brunch and then began lunch. Still, simple, and not needing to have this much of a mess. She stopped, wiping up some mustard. Right, she had made sandwiches. Eying the platter as if it was the devil itself she flipped it off. "Damn sandwiches." Came from under her breath as she finished scrubbing everything to a gleam.

Carrying the large platter holding two of every sandwich known to man she paused as she looked and saw Serena and Kesh. Swallowing she looked down at herself. Serena was of course impeccable, Kesh hott, and herself...well poor Magdeline should be on one of those make-over shows. Her hair was still up in one of those just-out-of-the-shower hours ago buns, an apron with many stains on it over a peach T-shirt and jeans. At least she wasn't barefooted like she had been while making breakfast.

Still, she didn't want to go out there, shoes on or not. They were hungry, well Serena was, had to be. She had missed breakfast and brunch. Sighing she pulled off her apron, hung it on a nearby peg, pushed the swinging doors open, gave them both a smile and made room for the platter with ease. Standing back she studied the platter, moved it a little toward the middle more and it was perfection. "Oh...cake."

Trotting back, she grabbed the bundt cake and carried it back to the table. Another perfection as she grabbed a waiting knife out of her pocket, took the guard off of it and cut a few slices. She then grabbed a nearby plate, sat down with a piece of cake and began eating it with her fingers. They were looking at the painting. She smiled and curled a little in the chair, bringing her knees up to her chest and looking much like a little kid curled in the plush chair. "How are the two of you this...evening, well morning if you two just got up." She smirked and shook her head.

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[info]grease_monkey
2008-01-26 03:04 am UTC (link)
Serena's attention was diverted from the painting when the masculine form of Arlen Kesh entered the room. He didn't seem to notice her right away, however, so she just continued to finish her banana and watch him. It was amusing when he actually did come around and notice her. She inclined her head when he greeted her. "And the same to you." Even though she had left Spain in her childhood, she still retained her accent.

She turned her empty banana peel upside down and stood up in one smooth motion. She headed for the trash can and dropped the peel in it before heading back to her chair. Before she took her seat, however, she reached out her hand to him. "Yeah, I'm Serena DeSoto. Glacier calls me Grease Monkey." She smiled at him after shaking his hand and returned to her seat, lifting her right leg to cross it over her left.

"I guess I spend too much time in the control room." She lifted one corner of her mouth in a half smile and her eyes lifted toward the door to the kitchen just as Magdaline came through. She watched her bustle about, arranging food on the buffet tables and then rush back to get the cake. Mmm, cake. She smiled and watched her slice a few pieces and then take one of them and sit down to eat it.

"It's only noon, Mag. I think you spend just about as much time in your kitchen as I do in the control room." She stood and grabbed a sandwich and half a piece of cake before sitting back down and balancing her paper plate on her knee. "So, how did you end up on the King's Ransom, Kesh?"

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[info]tarnished_aegis
2008-01-27 12:11 am UTC (link)
Kesh raised a brow, 'Grease Monkey?' Didn't appear fitting in the least... the woman was impeccably groomed and in good fashion and definitely no primate type features to be seen. Nothing ironical about the name either that he could see. Ah, the control room... he had been told there was a overly talented mechanic on the ship, but never would he have picked the beauty sitting there as the one.

"A pleasure indeed this Miss DeSoto, I do believe calling you Grease Monkey will be a difficult thing for me though. Is it much work keeping the ship in such fine order? I must admit, she fares much better than other ships I have crewed. Something I imagine is very much a reflection of the captain, and the mechanic."

Not the most observant one when distracted, Kesh hadn't noticed Mag come in till she popped out with the platter of food. He smiled warmly to her, "Miss Magdeline, I don't know what looks more tempting your your cooking or yourself." He meant it to, true she wasn't dressed as dazzling Serena... but the look of comfort and cooking fit Mag well. Something was muttered about cake and Mag shot off again before Kesh could even stand and offer to help.

When they all were sitting roughly 'bout the table Kesh looked between the two and couldn't help but think aloud, "Every man should be so lucky to see two such beauties when first waking..." He thought for a second and rolled his eyes to the side, that one might not have be delivered with more innuendo that was his intent. But delivered it was with not return-to-sender option. He chuckled at the workaholic like comment, "You two hole off in your stations, myself tucked away with a book. Such a reclusive crew we are."

Ah, and the question of how he was on the crew. He smiled softly to Serena, "Well, I was doing my usual late-night entertainment and the Captain thought me actually in trouble. He tried to bail me out as seems his nature, but I had things in control and thought him just another guy wanting to join the scrap. Next thing I know, I'm getting blocked in ice! He seemed a bit surprised that I was still conscience.. but immobile non the less... so he told me to stop squandering my abilities and times scrappin' with fellow mutants and join his crew if I thought myself able to make nice. Since I was a bit froze in place and waiting to thaw... had plenty of time to consider his offer." Kesh shrugged, "Decided he might be right... and here I am."

"And of you two, what are your stories?" He asked with peaked interest.

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[info]mag_force
2008-01-27 04:04 am UTC (link)
Magdeline blushed a little, after all it was true. Her kitchen was her sin, if she could live in it with a proper bed she would. She'd probably cuddle up to the stove better than she would any man, at least she knew what to expect from the stove. Stoves put out what you gave to them, only tasting better and half of the time looking far better.

Having a bite in her mouth she just nodded and then rolled her eyes at what Kesh said. "I think you fantasize more than you read. Dream up of new lines to give to us." She gave him a small wink, then went back to eating her cake. It was good, if she did say so herself. She had done better of course, but she would rank this among her top five cakes. Well top five of her least amount of work cakes.

She listened to his story, finishing off her piece of cake and just sitting there quietly. She didn't like interupting people, she liked just listening to others more than the sound of her own voice. She smiled a little, lifted a shoulder, "I was found...in a bar...after I kind of put this guy through the wall." She bit her bottom lip, the blush returning more fuller this time. "I had been on the run from...scientists for a while..." She lifted a shoulder, "This seemed like a good place for me to be."

Telling her story had never suited Magdeline, she had become so used to keeping everything about herself secret over the years of hiding. She missed her family, desperately. Mag knew that it was only right for them to forget her, if they were still alive. Now she had a new family, if she could consider this bunch that. They were nice people, some a little odd, but she supposed she was too. She really couldn't imagine a nicer group to be with though.

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[info]light_chaser
2008-01-27 05:04 am UTC (link)
A few hours after she woke up that morning, Vivvy found herself with nothing to do. She'd done her shopping the day before with Drake, and had gotten her new iPod loaded with the songs on her computer. She'd even cracked one of her books open before she'd dropped off for the night last night. She'd seen to the assigning of the rugs she'd bought and the arrangement of the furniture she'd ordered. By the time she'd finished, it was time for lunch.

Clad in a pair of holey jeans, a pair of black flip flops and a black hoodie, she made her way toward the galley. Her hair was, as usual, up away from her face and out of her eyes. She heard voices coming from the open entryway of the food hall and stepped inside.

Vivvy seemed to walk in as the three in the room were wrapped up in conversation. She didn't want to interfere, so she walked around the trio to the table of food. She selected a sandwich and a piece of cake, along with a canned lemonade and an orange. She didn't want them to think she hated them or anything, so she sat down sort of near them, but not exactly in their circle.

She crossed her ankles and sat forward at the table, scoping out her plate before reaching for her sandwich. She turned to look at the group and smiled at them. She had walked in in the middle of Kesh's explanation of what he was doing here, and heard Mag's quiet reply. She knew what Serena's story was. She'd been here even before Viv had. Of course, she was the one who created the airship itself. But, she waited for the story anyway. Serena's was more exciting than her own, anyway.

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[info]bengal
2008-01-27 07:48 am UTC (link)
Having finished his nightwatch and already grabbed a few hours of sleep, Drake was up and prowling around the ship. In the showers he took the time to inquire about Phera and her mutant abilities...the crewmen who filled him in were extremely amused that the feral mutant had spent the day with the lieutenant not knowing her powers.

Stopping briefly in his room, Drake dressed in a white wifebeater, a pair of desert camo print pants and buff-colored hiking boots; he stepped out into the hallway and then quickly scrambled up ino the rafters overhead, effortlessly and quietly. He moved along unseen, above the heads of others, as he headed for the lieutenant's quarters...and when he reached them, he curled up and waited patiently.

His wait wasn't long...'There moves the lovely Viv now...radiant even in perforated pants and a hoodie', he thought to himself as he tracked her into the galley.

'Ahhh, she makes herself available for conversation yet doesn't intrude...so polite', he mused...and, strangely enough, he felt this sincerely and wasn't being sarcastic. Drake was a bit rude and abrasive himself at times...he loved drinking, gambling, whoring, fighting...yeah, he could be a pig, but some cruel twist of fate gave him a big soft spot for women of manners and culture. He didn't even mind that Phera had used her power to keep him docile, for he knew she had...he put two and two together, he was not a stupid man.

Drake's hazel eyes swept the galley hungrily, but it wasn't the food...'So, besides my lovely Viv, we have three other yummy choices for my viewing pleasure. Serena, raven-haired angel who wants to grease my monkey. Boomer, the strong chick...oh yeah, baby, I wanna see how strong ALL your muscles are! Makes me quiver. Then there's Kesh...right, boyo! Bet you never tried a bloke. Hmmm, have you tried anyone? Heh heh...you'd be like a present for ol Drake...hermetically sealed studmuffin!.

He sat for a moment and just listened in on their conversations, such were his senses that he could hear their heartbeats if he concentrated and smell their individual scents if he chose to...but for now he chose to eavesdrop, for no other reason than to hear people talk. He figured, though, that he would have to drop down and be sociable soon for a few reasons...he kinda liked these people, he had a little fascination with Viv's power to make him behave and the smell of Boomer's cake was driving him crazy!


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[info]grease_monkey
2008-01-27 09:04 pm UTC (link)
Serena found Kesh's answer similar to most of those she'd heard about people who joined the crew of the King's Ransom. Glacier was the ship's recruiter and savior all wrapped up in one handsome package. This thought, along with the finish of Kesh's story made her smirk slightly. She nodded and leaned back in her seat, one hand still keeping a hold on the edge of her plate.

She looked over at Mag, knowing her story already. Having had a hand in a lot of the crew's membership on the vessel, Glacier had told her a few of their stories. In time, if Kesh hadn't told her his story, she would have had the story from Glacier anyway. She listened to Mag's reserved explanation of her experience in becoming a member of the crew and smiled as she saw Viv come through the doorway.

As Mag finished up, and Viv sat down with her plate of food, Serena took the opportunity to tell the two of them her story. She leaned forward in her chair slightly and smiled wistfully. "I was in college, and struggling to pay my tuition. I've been known to be pretty good with mechanics, so I had friends and friends of friends bring me their cars to fix, or take apart to sell the pieces. After a while, that's all I did. I knew a lot of the cars were stolen, but what did I care? I hadn't actually stolen them myself, right?" She shrugged and nudged a piece of lettuce around her plate.

"It was inevitable, really. After a while, some detectives caught on and were hunting down my parts, trying to trace them back to the chop shop I was running. From what Nate tells me, they were pretty hot on my trail. He found me and warned me. I gave up my chop shop in favor of building this ship. Nate provided me with all the supplies I needed, and we got her built. We've lived on her ever since, and I don't disembark very often just in case we need to take off quickly. We wouldn't be able to leave if I wasn't on board." She sat back and lifted her plate under her chin so she could take a bite of cake without worrying about crumbs littering her blouse.

Her chocolate brown eyes roamed over to Viv. "She was one of the first ones Nate and I picked up after the King's Ransom was built." She motioned to her with her chin and grinned at her when she looked their way. "We found her in a bar, too." She grinned a cheeky grin and lowered her plate once again to her knee. If she had some other sort of mutant power, she might have noticed Drake's entrance. But, she didn't have any sort of sensing powers. Her power was the use of energy, and that didn't extend to sensing the presence of those who didn't wish to make themselves known.

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[info]tarnished_aegis
2008-01-28 05:16 am UTC (link)
Kesh chuckled at Mag's comment about his lines, "Ouch... you wound Miss Magdeline. Not so much here .... or here, but yes, yes I believe right here.", As he pointed to a leg then shoulder, and finally over his heart with the last comment. He returned the teasing grin. He liked Mag, she was fun. Of course, he was rather fond of this crew overall so far. Not too many in past had he sat around a table like this tossing stories about and socializing. Usually he was stashed off in his quarters reading through whatever book had his interest at the time.

He nodded to Viv as she entered, "Afternoon LT." then turned his attention back to Mag as she began to relay her story. Kesh smirked to hide his wince at the thought of scientists. He hated the curious, poking, prodding, experimenting bastards. "Bastard coated bastards with bastard filling, the lot of them. Glad to know you here on this ship now though." He smiled slightly with sincere appreciation for what she must have gone through.

He listened thoughtfully to Serena's story. He could identify with her logic and rationalization of small crimes, God know's he had done his share of it all. The crime and the internal justification for it. Like the forgery he had just got done selling... wasn't his handy work, no-one got hurt and everyone walked away happy. Easy to live with, but crime non the less. As Serena finished her story, Kesh bit his lip in thought and finally asked, " Other than terrific built in job security... why can't the ship fly without you?" Seemed a strange thing to him, if something were to happen to their mechanic they would be stranded?

A lopsided grin crossed his face at the mentioned of the lieutenant being picked up at a bar as well. "If good fences make good neighbors I guess it only serves well that good bars make for good shipmates eh LT?"

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[info]mag_force
2008-01-28 01:16 pm UTC (link)
Giggling at Kesh she shook her head, giving him a warm smile. She was glad that he was easy going and fun. Actually there seemed to be a lot of people like that on the ship. Turning her gaze to the lieutenant she gave a smile as a quiet hello with a small nod of her head.

"Got that right, I'd like to stick them with some of their needles, see how they like it." She made a face, then licked her lips and debated on what to eat other than cake. Reaching forward she grabbed an apple, waiting to bite into it after Serena finished. Eating apples was a loud thing, unless the skin was already peeled off.

At Kesh's question Mag perked up a little more, she'd always been interested in that as well. Staying quiet she took a bite of her apple. Glancing at Phera she raised a brow. Chewing quickly she swallowed, "You were in a bar too? Did he pull you from a fight?" Half of the bars Mag had been in she had just went in there for a quick job, seemed that the only places that didn't wait two days to hire a waitress or something was a bar. It was easy money, until someone got testy and she couldn't hold herself back from taking care of the ruckus.

That was the only time that she wasn't as shy, when she thought her strength was needed for good. She supposed her making use of herself gave her a voice too. She sure could tell a doctor or other bastard off.

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[info]light_chaser
2008-01-28 03:57 pm UTC (link)
Because of her mutant power, Vivvy knew when different people were around her. Even if they didn't want to be seen. She could sense the emotions of others, and she could do it individually. Emotions were like a fingerprint. Each was different and unique. She could count on her mutant power better than she could count on her eyes. She knew that the three sitting near each other were fairly happy and complacent. But, she knew immediately when Drake entered. His emotions were familiar to her, from the day she'd spent with him yesterday. Without moving the rest of her body, she shifted her eyes around the room, and then up into the rafters. They were, afterall, the most logical place to look. She saw his slinky feral shadow lurking near the beams and smirked slightly, shaking her head. Without even seeing his face she knew that he was feeling rather excited. It seemed a constancy with him.

With no effort at all, or even a change in her expression, she appeared to be still listening to the various stories of the different people gathered in the galley but she began excreting some of her power, aiming it at Drake. She was enjoying herself and she didn't want him to ruin anything by acting like a horny juvenile. When all eyes turned toward her with Serena's annoucement that she'd also been picked up in a bar, she grinned sheepishly.

"I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." She rolled her eyes skyward as if in thought. "That is how that saying goes, isn't it?" She shrugged and looked back at the trio. "I was just celebrating my graduation and some men surrounded me. There were too many for me to take down. But that's when Nate stepped in. He froze them all and yanked me out of their circle. He bought me drinks and asked me if I wanted to join him and Monkey on the ship. With the opportunity to be so close to the elements, I couldn't pass it up. It was only with time that Nate helped me realize my full potential with regards to my power. Otherwise, I might have been able to control the situation in the bar that night." Pursing her lips, she lifted one of her shoulders. She hated to admit weakness. Really hated it.

She looked back down at her plate as she finished eating and decided that she was going to eat her orange and save her cake for dessert. She was a grown woman, but she still had it engrained in her head that sweets were for dessert and should be eaten after the wholesome meal. She was glad that Mag made sweets, but she was also glad for her prudence in peparing meals that were also good for the crew. It made sickness less frequent and kept them from getting to an unhealthy weight.

She looked up again at the question posed to Monkey. Ah yes, she knew the risk they ran in living on a ship powered by one person alone. If anything ever happened to Monkey, they would indeed be stranded. Most of the crew didn't really realize how important Monkey was to their survival. She began to peel her orange while she waited for Serena to explain herself.

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[info]bengal
2008-01-28 11:56 pm UTC (link)
Bengal was just beginning to contemplate the beauty of a lesbian 3-way between Boomer, Phera & Monkey...and also to wonder if Kesh's forcefield prevented him from jacking off to such a sight...when...when....the calming came. He knew that he probably shouldn't be skulking around up here in the rafters all alone.

Silently Drake moved to a spot closer to where everyone was sitting,'I definately shouldn't be up here eavesdropping', he worried guiltily, as he ran his fingers through a mop of mussed blond hair. He moved back and forth on the beams overhead...'What's wrong wih me?'. He didn't know if he should leave and return through the door or drop down right where he was and admit to having listened in...or just lave and not come back at all. Since when had his conscience weighed so heavily? Well, when since his wife and son, anyway?

"Bloody hell", he sighed to himself as he dropped from the rafters beside the table where Phera was sitting, "Ello, Viv!", he greeted with a smile and a bow.

Hurrying over to the hot drinks, he fixed himself a large mug of tea...this he left at the place setting across from Viv with a wink and a "Be right back, Luv! I need cake!".

"Ello, Miss Booma! Ello Miss Munkey! Ello Keshie!", Drake exclaimed as he loaded two pieces of cake on his plate, "I hope I didn't startle anyone dropping out of the rafters like that...", he shrugged, "...not sure why I do stuff like that. Just in my nature". He spotted a bowl of M&Ms and grabbed a handful, "I don't mean any harm really!", he explained, as he moved towards Viv dropping candies into his mouth.

Sitting down, he took a sip of his tea and then addressed the whole group, "Any ideas where we'll be heading after Paris?"

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[info]grease_monkey
2008-01-29 01:33 am UTC (link)
Setting her plate aside, Serena sat back in her seat, pressing her shoulderblades to the back of the chair. She ought to have suspected that question would come up. Sometimes she forgot that others didn't know that she provided the gas that made this machine go. She smiled and folded her hands in her lap. "My power is telekinetic energy. Without my energy, this thing wouldn't go anywhere."

She let it hang there, thinking that there probably wouldn't be too many more questions about her power. She smiled as Phera described her own rescue and then stood to grab herself a bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap as she sat back down. It was then that Drake arrived, dropping down from the rafters. She smiled and nodded to him as he greeted her. "Hello, Drake."

She watched him settle across from Vivvy. He was a very handsome man, and she certainly wouldn't mind if he found his way into her bed. But, Serena wasn't one for a noncommittal relationship. If she was sleeping with a man, she wanted him to sleep only with her. She had the feeling that Drake wasn't that kind of guy. She peeled her eyes away from his abs and brought them back to his face as he asked the question.

"Nate mentioned something about Hawaii. I guess so I would know how far I would need to prepare to fly the ship."

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[info]tarnished_aegis
2008-01-30 03:51 am UTC (link)
Kesh smirked as Viv told her story. Seemed like the captain had a bit of a savior complex, whether that be a good or bad thing was yet to be seen or decided by Kesh. He seemed to have put a good crew together though, couldn't fault anything in his choices.

Intrigued by Serena's description of her powers, Kesh sat forward in his chair suddenly more attentive. If the woman could power the ship... surely she could offer a bit of a fix for him should supplies get thin for some reason. For most 'normal' people, finding food or water was seldom a difficult ordeal. But in a world where energy was no longer abundant... sustaining himself could be a challenge at times. Ship needs aside, Monkey had just become a very valuable crew mate in Kesh's eyes.

He was about to ask more specifics of Serena's abilities and involvement on ship when Drake dropped from the rafters. Kesh jolted a bit and blurted out, "Bloody 'ell Drake!" Kesh settled back in his chair and couldn't help that notice most of the others weren't that startled, but dammit he wasn't used to people lurking in rafters and dropping from above.

"Hawaii.... nice. I could go for some snorklin' and surfin'!"

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[info]mag_force
2008-01-30 04:06 am UTC (link)
So the captain was pretty much the reason for why all of them were there. That was interesting. Two from bars and one that was brawling as well. Mag didn't think her fight fair, but anything against Kesh definitely wasn't fair either.

And they would all be stuck back at square one if anything ever happened to Serena. She had wondered why the woman hadn't rushed out at ports like the rest of them, eager for freedom. She bit her bottom lip, glancing down at her hands and watching her fingers not move for a moment. She would assume that anytime that Serena went off ship she wasn't alone, just for protection. Well, she would hope so anyways.

Glancing up as Bengal dropped down she rolled her eyes and wondered how many times he peeked down women's shirts that way. She glanced down at her own, forgetting what she was wearing and felt relieved when it was indeed a T-shirt. Mag giggled a little at Kesh's reaction, tossing a grape at him, which she would clean up later it he didn't toss it back. She then looked up at Bengal and smiled, "Hi." She gave a small wave of her hand, then of course felt foolish for it.

Watching Bengal get things to eat, she got up, grabbed a sandwich and put it in his plate with a raised brow, "Eat that before you eat anymore sweets or I'll show you about being up in the rafters." She gave him a slight smirk, but kept standing, as she would until he ate at least two bites of the sandwich. "Everyone needs to keep up their strength and you can't do that with sweets."

She glanced over at Serena, a smile crossing her features, "Really?" That was another exciting and beautiful place. She really loved this ship.

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[info]light_chaser
2008-01-30 02:59 pm UTC (link)
"Good afternoon, Drake." Viv nodded at him, and then watched as he proceeded to jump between the food table and her own table a few times, getting food and greeting the rest of the group. When he finally settled down across from her, she smiled. She stopped herself from thinking about Drake too fondly, however. She knew nothing could come it. It was easier and smarter to ignore it. When the question came about where they were going next, she started to speak, but closed her mouth when Monkey announced that they would be heading for Hawaii when they took off tomorrow.

Viv wasn't exactly thrilled to be going to Hawaii. She loved the islands, of course. It wasn't the land or the people that bothered her. It was what they were going to do while they were there. Sighing softly, she waited until Serena was done before she spoke. "Yes, we are going to Hawaii after take-off tomorrow. Nate has a plan." She didn't want to say anything else about it, or encourage the others to think the way he did. She really hated that some of the mutants in this world used their powers to steal from those who were otherwise helpless to defend themselves. And some of those mutants were here on this ship.

Viv only wanted to make money the legitimate way. Nate, on the other hand, wanted to make money any way he could. So, rather than elaborate on the plan that Nate had, she said. "If you want to know more, you will have to ask him." She worked her jaw, making her temples flex and move. She dropped her chin into her hand and watched Drake clean his plate while she contemplated her cake. She'd suddenly lost her appetite.

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[info]bengal
2008-01-30 06:06 pm UTC (link)
Drake’s heightened senses had swept across each of the four people that he was most concerned with…and, even though Viv’s pheromone’s had calmed his raging libido, his sense’s still reported certain things back to him. He could tell by her scent and by body language that Serena found him desirable…unfortunately, he could also tell that she was not going to pursue that desire. Still, she was such a beautiful woman, he could not help but innocently flirt…he took a small bite of his sandwich, as instructed by Boomer, and with a dimpled grin, gave Serena a wink.

Turning to Boomer, Drake exclaimed, “MmmmmMmmmm! Booooma, this sandwich is pure Heaven, Luv!”. He teasingly waved at her to mimic the wave she had given him. Truth was, he found her absolutely adorable and even felt protective of her…that’s when he wasn’t feeling like an oversexed prize bull. He downed the other half of his sandwich in a few bites and then addressed Boomer again, “You know, Booma…”, he hooked his finger in his own white tank top and pulled it wide, looking down, “…I don’t go up in the rafters to look at your pillows. So, no worries, Luv!”.

He was quiet for a moment as he sipped his tea, ate some cake and smiled at Viv…then he yelled over, “OY KESH! Sorry if I startled you, mate! Dropping down like that and all! Cor blimey! You mus’ think I’m a right git, eh?”. Truth was, Drake wasn’t sorry at all…he was fond of this guy, Kesh, but it pleased him that he could startle him like that. This guy sounded like he was a Brit too and, even though he couldn’t drink, maybe he’d want to go out and gamble sometime and get in a fight or two with him…good times! Drake needed to mix it up sometimes to get his blood going.

He leaned on the palm of his hand and looked at Viv, “Hawaii, Viv! I love Hawaii! Palm trees, surfing, sun, drinks in coconuts with those little paper bumbershoots and all of you beautiful ladies in your teenie tiny bikinis!”. He stood up and did a comical hula dance over to where the others were sitting and snatched another slice of cake, winking at Boomer, then he pointed at Kesh, “Aye, boyo, evah cliff dive?! Ol Drake will show you!”.

Settling back down across from Viv, he wiggled his eyebrows and asked, “Now what’s this about a plan and our brilliant Captain?!”


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[info]grease_monkey
2008-01-31 01:28 am UTC (link)
Serena could tell that Kesh had more questions about her power, and she thought that it probably came from his need for energetic nourishment. She left that one alone, though and slipped her feet out of her shoes, curling her feet under her in the chair. She leaned on one of the arm rests, and listened as the talk turned from the powering of the ship to their next destination.

She didn't know anything other than that they were going there. She didn't know that Nate had a plan. She wondered why she didn't know that and wrinkled her nose, a little miffed. She hadn't been let in on the little secret, apparently. Well, who was she anyway? Just the only person who could make this ship run, that's who. Bah. Nate was still giving all his attention to that thief they'd caught the day before. He probably just hadn't pulled his head out from between her legs long enough to tell her.

She licked her lips and moved from admiring Drake to admiring Kesh. She wondered how strong his shield was, and if her energy could get through to him, what else could her energy do to him? What would too much do? Could she herself infiltrate his shield, or only her energy? She didn't think she'd be minding a little experimental time alone with him. She smiled slightly and turned back to look at Viv. She wasn't happy. That could really only mean one thing. They were going to do a job in Hawaii.

Serena's face brightened at the prospect of some increased cash flow and some nice weather for a change. Maybe she'd even leave the ship for this one. Vivvy never did, so there would be at least one person to watch the ship. Viv knew what to do. As long as Serena was here for take-off, it would be all good.

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[info]tarnished_aegis
2008-01-31 05:16 am UTC (link)
Though Kesh was shielded from many things, lacked great senses, and might not be the absolute sharpest of minds; he also was no idiot. He was decent at reading body language and this crew was a great study! As they talked back and forth he started to size them up a bit and categorize them in his mind.

Mag - The sweet girl next door type. Gorgeous, though she underplayed it. She was playful and a little flirtatious , who wouldn't want to be in her company. Something about her just felt at home... not that 'sister' feel cause one really shouldn't have ANY attraction to so close of ken. Maybe 3rd cousin through marriage or something. Kesh grinned and tossed the grape back at her.

Viv - Not much the people person, but Kesh could relate to that. He often preferred solitude for his own reasons. But strangely enough, LT seemed the most straight cut and law abiding of them all. The hesitation and slight, momentary strain in her expression when speaking of the next "job" said plenty. Plus, who could resist Mag's cake unless very unhappy. This job surely was something she didn't approve of, Kesh could only assume it would be off the books and under the radar type assignment. Still, the woman intrigued him and there was no doubt why she was asked to be co-commander. She seemed very much the balance to the captain.

Drake - Kesh just grinned as he considered that man. Said exactly what he was thinking... and good thing too! Couldn't lie, Kesh himself had been thinking about these three beauts in swim wear. Something more to the feral than raging hormones and animal instints. Hadn't yet pinned it down, but Kesh had a feeling some part of Drake's manner was show and flash to distract from something else. Then again, Kesh had found himself far off base more than thrice. "Show me? You'll be taken lesson chap! I have a feeling we'll be tearing up that little island... might not recover from us for a few years eh?" Kesh just grinned and beamed. Tigger there would probably be a great hunting partner for certain indigenous wildlife.

Ah, the beautiful Serena - Wonder which way she looked better, dress to impress as she was... or greased up and working on the ship. Either way, a sight to behold for sure. Beautiful and talented, but perhaps even more quite than Viv. Ah, and there was something... a glance just a moment longer than a normal with a slight smile. Monkey was considering something, and Kesh could only hope to guess what was running through her mind. His eyebrow rose un-conscientiously and he grinned just a bit in return to her smile. A potential source for survival... potential source for other?

Well, interesting as the crew was... there would be plenty of time to get to know them better. Meantime, daylight was burning and Paris was calling.
"Well, a trip to Hawaii means I need to grab a few more things from port before we take off. Long flight... need some different books and what not. So, I bid you all adu!" He tilted his head to the room and headed for the deck and then off down the docks.

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[info]mag_force
2008-01-31 11:37 pm UTC (link)
So the captain was going to be doing a job. Surely everyone knew what that meant, whatever the job they sure wouldn't be staying long. She sighed, going back to her chair and curling back up. So the first day she would leave the ship, get in what she could, maybe work on her tan. It needed it badly since she hadn't had much chance to work outside in a garden or something of late. Or on the run in the middle of the day.

Then she had to listen to Drake and giggled as a slight heat came ot her cheeks. "It's just a sandwich, anybody can make those." She then gaped at him, how had he known? Had it been that obvious when she looked down at herself? Not that she had much. Still, the slight heat turned into a bit more of a burn and she shook her head at him. Blinking at the grape she in turn threw it at Drake. "Men." She muttered with a roll of her eyes, "Not my actual pillows I'm worried about." She stuck her tongue out at him, knowing full and well what he called pillows.

Mag gave a smile to Kesh, wanting to tease him before he left but biting her tongue. She so could have said something along the lines of 'scream if you need my protection' or something, she needed to get quicker with her tongue. Getting back up she grabbed a small bowl of fruit then sat back down. Eating thoughtfully she raised a brow at Viv, "So...will he need us? I mean...do you think he needs us?"

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[info]light_chaser
2008-02-03 11:36 pm UTC (link)
Viv sighed. She ought to have known she wouldn't get away with mentioning a job and then having the subject dropped. She had hoped, though. She turned to Drake and was about to answer his question when Kesh got up and headed out. She lifted a hand to wave goodbye, but he had already gone. She turned back to Drake and crossed her arms on the table, leaning forward slightly.

"Our "brilliant" captain has some sort of diamond heist on the brain. I don't know the details because I don't want to know the details." She clenched her jaw and then turned toward Mag when she posed her question. "I am sure he will need all of you at some point, but really, these are questions you should be asking him." She didn't mean to come across as rude or angry or anything, or as if she were taking her anger at the heist out on them, because she wasn't. She just didn't like the idea of illegally taking something that didn't belong to them by using a power given to them by some twist of fate.

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[info]bengal
2008-02-04 09:15 pm UTC (link)
The wink he’d given Serena had all but been ignored as the ship’s main engineer and power source had turned her attentions to Kesh. “Blimey”, Drake had blurted out in a chuckle, “guess that serves me right…bloody karma, some might say”, he mumbled to himself. Many men would have been jealous or upset at such a thing, but Drake was actually amused…it wasn’t like he ever had trouble finding a sex partner and he figured these two actually made a pretty fine pair and, considering their powers, a pretty logical pair. His eyes shifted over to Boomer…hadn’t he seen a bit of fancy in her eyes for the Kesh boy? He looked at Kesh…handsome chap…well made and all…good competition. No worries, Drake liked it when there were a few roosters in the hen house.

He turned and listened as Boomer downplayed her skills in the kitchen once more and replied, “It’s not just a sandwich, Luv! It’s nourishment…it’s love! Remember, we are what we eat!”…he caught the thrown grape in his mouth and winked at her… “Your food is orgasmic, Booma!”.

When Kesh came back at Drake with big talk about showing him how to cliff dive, the feral mutant grinned widely…this was what he liked…this Kesh boy was alright… “Bloody right, mate!”, he roared back, “We’ll show the Big Kahuna our Big Cojones! WoooooHoooooo!!”. He jammed his fist in the air in anticipation of a guys night out…

…and then he looked into Viv’s beautiful green eyes…beautiful, but very sobering… “Oh, sorry, Luv. Got a bit excited there, y’know…just a bit of mischief wif me n’ the lad there. No real harm”. He smiled pleasantly at her.

Viv had started to explain what she knew of the captain’s plans for a ‘diamond heist’ in Hawaii…Drake was practically drooling, he was so excited. Then, Kesh had announced that he was leaving… luckily, Viv had him pretty well inundated with pheromones, or who knows what he might have said, but all that managed to come out was “Later, Kesh! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…”, then he grinned and winked and added, “…of course there isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do!”. He laughed loudly at himself and then sighed and looked again at Viv… “See, ‘at’s funny, Luv, cause of course there’s things that I wouldn’t do, y’know, but it’s all about bravado, y’know?”, he explained.

He sat for a moment and seemed to sober as he finished his cake and his hazel eyes crept up to meet Viv’s eyes. Then he spoke quietly. “Are you okay, Luv?”, he asked softly and sincerely, “This life. The thievery…it’s not for you, is it, Viv?”. He lightly touched her hand…it wasn’t a come on…Drake could be sweet and understanding…just not consistently.



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[info]grease_monkey
2008-02-05 01:58 am UTC (link)
Serena watched Kesh leave. She blushed slightly that she'd been caught staring a moment too long, but she didn't have time to stew on that for very long. Everyone began asking questions, and it looked as though Viv was going to answer. She knew how much Vivvy hated the jobs they did outside of the lightning sales. Somehow, she'd been born with more moral ethic than the rest of them. It didn't bother Serena any. She liked using her talent, in whatever ways she could.

She pulled out her cell and tapped Kesh's number in. She wanted to text him updates about the job they were going to do. She looked up, watching Vivvy closely. And she saw how Drake leaned in toward her, touched her hand, and looked concerned. She smiled and slid her eyes to Boomer. She seemed so awkward with the rest of them sometimes, she wondered how much torture she'd really been put through and what it had done to her mentally.

As Vivvy rattled off about a diamond heist, Serena ticked a simple message off to Kesh. "Viv... since you're going to be on the ship anyway once the job is underway, would you mind if I went with them?" Serena didn't have all the details, but it wasn't often that she got to participate. Viv always stayed onboard, wanting nothing to do with the different "jobs" the crew performed whenever someone got an urge to. She flicked her brown eyes up and watched her carefully. You had to tread lightly with Viv sometimes. She got testy when she was feeling self-righteous.

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[info]mag_force
2008-02-05 03:48 am UTC (link)
Mag couldn't help but smile at Drake's antics. "So you're a sandwich, grape and sweets combo?" She giggled and shook her head lightly, "Eat more then, we've got plenty." Of course they had plenty, anyone could see that. What was she, idiotic? More than likely. Mag always thought she'd taken way too many hits to the head in her lifetime.

She ducked her head when the lieutenant seemed to get upset. She hated people getting upset, especially around her. "Sorry." She murmured softly and then eyed the food on the table for a moment, trying to think of something to do. There just had to be something she could do, out of the room, away from the scene.

Then Drake settled a bit, touched Viv, and Mag watched everything from under her lashes, wondering what was going to happen. She still didn't feel like she knew these people well enough to really gauge their reactions to certain stimuli. Then again she just wasn't all that good with people, anymore. So she sat back, curled there in her chair, and just waited to see what the others would do. If ever there was a time when she felt like the old saying 'a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs' then this was it.

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[info]light_chaser
2008-02-05 02:25 pm UTC (link)
Viv realized that the situation was getting out of control when Drake touched her hand. Apparently, she had gotten too caught up in the moment and her hatred of Nate's illegal activities to concentrate on the mood in the room. She hadn't meant to snap or make anyone feel uncomfortable. To put things right, she sobered up and allowed her power to take over. Pheramones of soothing calm wafted around the room. She had to be calm herself or it was useless.

She turned her eyes to Drake and shook her head slightly. "No, it's not for me. I just don't know why we can't make money the honest way." She shrugged lightly and gave him a half hearted smile. She looked at the masculine fingers that rested on the back of her hand and sighed. She turned when Serena called to her and she nodded. "Yes, I can do that." Even if Serena was going to help with the heist, Viv knew she didn't get off the ship much, and it would probably do her some good.

Her eyes finally settled on Boomer, and she aimed a little more of the power her way. She knew that even though she'd been on the ship a while, she hadn't really gotten to know everyone. "It isn't your fault, Mag. I'm not upset with you." She gave her what she hoped was a reassuring smile and then stood up. "I ought to go. I'm not feeling well all of a sudden." She carried her dishes into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher, throwing away the bit of cake she hadn't gotten around to eating. Stepping back into the room, she lifted her hand and waved at them before disappearing through the door and heading back to her quarters.

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[info]bengal
2008-02-05 05:39 pm UTC (link)
Drake felt bad for Viv, he truly did…his memories flashed back to the days when he was married to Nate’s mother, Blithe…she was a good woman too, just like Viv…beautiful, strong, fair, too good for him… … what could he say to her?. He knew that Nate only took from those who were filthy rich or corrupt, but this wouldn’t calm Viv’s disquiet…so he said nothing and only offered his hand as comfort. He knew and she knew that anything else would be a lie…they both knew that Drake was chomping at the bit to be onto the next job…he loved their lives as modern day pirates…if anything, Nate had to rein him in.


When Viv made to leave, Drake kissed her hand softly and purred, “Get some rest, poppet”.


Once the lieutenant was gone, the feral mutant finished his tea and 3rd piece of cake and then turned with a grin, singing, “Uh oh…pheromones go bye bye!”.


Jumping up from his seat, he swung into the rafters and then dropped into a seat between Monkey and Boomer… “Ello, Ladies! I hope you don’t think I’m going to let you take advantage of me because you have this lad outnumbered!”, he teased. Not waiting for an answer, he immediately skipped to the next subject… “A diamond heist! Can you imagine? It must be big for the captain to go all the way to Hawaii! This is gonna be brilliant, girls, I can feel it!!”…he quickly smacked them each on the rump and shot up into the rafters once again and blew them kisses from up there… “I must say adieu, my beauties! Just remember…If you girls find it impossible to break through to the ‘Boy in the Bubble’, I’ll be waiting! I’m housebroken and I’ll keep you warm at night!”, he yelled back as he swung out into the hall and chuckled as he disappeared on his way to only he knew where.



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