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Tweak says, "I'm so very alone."

Sands of time (shiftingsands) wrote in kings_ransom,
@ 2008-04-04 08:08:00

Thursday
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.

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lana_bombshell
2008-04-09 02:07 pm UTC (link)

Lana jerked a bit, almond shaped coffee eyes going wide. For a split second she was reminded of every animal she had ever encountered since she hit puberty. They had only met her with distrust, unease, and defensive hostility. And what the hell had she ever tried to do to them? Nothing other than help them or pet them. The funny thing was that this time that hostility was coming from a human, an mutant, and not a furry little beast. Three guesses what her power is… The Hawaiian femme thought bitterly.

There was a difference, though. This one apologized and that made everything better. Too bad the pretty blond claimed she wasn’t sure why she had reacted that way, Lana would have liked to know why animals disliked her so passionately. A soft chuckle left her lips at the red-head’s reaction to it all, though. That made things even better. Lana wasn’t a sadist or anything, she just enjoyed playful banter. A small smile played at the corners of her lips. “All is well. Believe it or not I get that reaction a lot, though, normally from the furrier species. And don’t worry. A small shock isn’t going to frighten me off.”

The darker mutant tensed a little at her power being asked about, but she quickly relaxed again. These people were mutants, too. She didn’t have to hide her own mutation any longer. They wouldn’t jump up and grab her to feed her to the registration police, so she needn’t fear that any more. “I… uh…” How does a person explain a power like this when they only ever had to once in their life. “I guess I charge this specific energy in different objects. It something touches them or vice versa, or if they sit around for a period of time they end up exploding.” And Nikita was a shape-shifter, basically what Lana had figured.

Lana took note that Mag seemed to be in charge of the kitchens and decided to keep on her good side. If the woman was really head chef she didn’t want on her bad side. The food she had tasted here was exquisite. No need to change that in the slightest. Also, she thought one of her roomies had told her about how the head chef was the strongest person on board. Yet another reason to keep Mag as a friend.

When Mag returned Lana found herself admiring the beauty of the other woman. She really knew what suited her best it seemed. Then again, Nikita seemed to know as well. She nearly laughed aloud when a thought swept through her mind that mutants must be, along with their power, all beautiful with great fashion sense. She hadn’t exactly seen an unattractive mutant yet. Then again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. As she did a little spin for she and Nikita, Lana grinned. “You look great, Mag. No need to change.”

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