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Tweak says, "OH NOES!"

lana_bombshell (lana_bombshell) wrote in kings_ransom,
@ 2008-04-28 20:59:00

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.

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bengal
2008-04-30 02:43 am UTC (link)

Drake's first day and night in Las Vegas couldn't have been better...he had taken a large roll of large bills and found himself a good old-fashioned whore house. Once inside, he chose three ladies and had the madame order whiskey, cigars and a deck of cards to be sent to their room. In the unlikely event that Drake would go to Heaven, this would be his idea of whatthat would be like...for 24 hours, he played poker, drank, smoked cigars and had sex in every imaginable way and in every imaginable combination a perverse man could think of with three seasoned prostitutes.

Needing very little sleep, the feral had returned home after dawn, taken a long hot shower and grabbed maybe 3 hours of sleep. After filling up on a lunch of meat and sweets, it was time to do a little prowling. Walking down through the corridors of the second deck where most of the crew's quarters were, Drake waited until he was alone and then he jumped and swung up into the rafters overhead. He liked to observe people when they didn't know they were being observed...when they were really being themselves. He liked to peel away those public niceties...those masks put on to make them more palatable for public consumption...Drake lusted after that down and dirty hidden persona that many hid and tried to discover it whenever he could.

He had been up and down the length of the second deck and was about to climb down and try the third deck and it's lesser number of crew's quarters when he heard footsteps heading his way. Pulling his legs back up, he crouched in the shadows and watched for a moment...Ah, Lana...Haven't seen you for a bit, Miss Hawaii.Wonder what you are up to? Let's see, eh?.

Following the beautiful Hawaiian mutant for a bit, Drake finally decided it would be more fun to follow along next to her...she was no soft namby pamby chick...she was tough and he liked that...fuck it...dropping down in her path, he smiled a toothy smile and greeted, "Ello, Luv! 'Avin ourselves a nice tour, are we?", he winked, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "Drakey 'ere will gives ya a tour, 'e will".

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lady_hawk
2008-04-30 03:31 am UTC (link)

Gwen didn't get much sleep that night. Thoughts of home kept bombarding her. She wondered what Keri and her father were doing at that moment. She had rolled, tossed, turned and finally kept still so she wouldn't keep her roommate up. So when she finally went to sleep she had a dream about reading minds and a brain chasing after her.

Slipping out of her bed she went to take a long shower. Getting dressed in a pair of jeans and T-shirt, she made it out of the room. Losing her way had never been this easy for Gwen. There were lots of rooms, lots of halls it seemed like some kind of maze. Taking a corner she glanced behind her, swearing she heard something. Upon looking back ahead she jerked at seeing someone there. Jumping back she eeped, "So sorry! I thought I heard someone..." She pointed behind her, cheeks flaming a little.

Looking at Lana and then Drake she cleared her throat. "I'm Gwen, I came on in Hawaii." She then canted her head to the side, studying Lana for a moment. She looked familiar, in the way that she thought she might have been in the restaurant...or something. "You did too right? I mean...I think I've seen you at the tiki bar I used to work at. Or you have a twin back in Hawaii." She lifted a shoulder, "Maybe it was the store." Rolling her eyes at her awkwardness she smiled shyly at Drake.

She really should be over all this. She wasn't a teenager or anything. She was a grown up. Gwen Gregory was out on her own. Yet she still muttered and rambled through meeting new people and just didn't know how to take them. Folding her hands in front of her she fiddles with her fingers. Stepping back she lifted a shoulder, "I...guess I should go, let you two...do whatever it was..." Her brows knitted together, "You know of anything interesting to see on the ship. Like maybe a closet of cleaning supplies?"

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lana_bombshell
2008-04-30 04:49 am UTC (link)

Lana began wondering if she were even really giving herself a genuine tour. Could a person ever really tour a place and understand it without a guide or prior knowledge? Maybe she should try to find Drake or Kesh? After all, they were the first she had met and it would be nice to meet them again and gain a bit more information on the place they had invited her to live. Besides, it wouldn’t do well if she were to become lost simply because she decided to peruse the ship alone.

The femme had herself so immersed in her thoughts of finding a familiar face that, when one finally arrived, she jerked back with a gasp. She thought it quite good that she hadn’t been touching anything while she walked, and that she had only just finished her daily, routine explosions, or there could have been a risk of charging something by accident. As it was, Lana regained her calm quite quickly and she returned Drake’s smile with a pleasant one of her own. “Ah, yes. A tour and just the guide I was searching for has conveniently hopped into my path.” She responded, lifting her dark, almond eyes to the ceiling to glance at the rafters before returning her gaze to his face.

A thought flitted through her mind, the memory of Niki’s reaction to her. If Niki could transform into animals and sense whatever it was she sensed, could a feral do the same? Did he sense that strangeness about her that radiated… what? Electricity? She didn’t know that it was electricity, but it must be something. The femme was just about to question Drake about it when she noticed someone turn the corner and suddenly spout apologies.

The longer Lana looked at the woman the more she thought she must have seen her somewhere. Or perhaps she simply looked like some famous movie star she had seen on the big screen. Then again, she claimed to originate in Hawaii and even said she might have seen the darker femme. Suddenly she laughed as she recalled where she must have seen the other woman before. “I’m Lana Tiki. I’m was also picked up in Hawaii by this one here.” She motioned toward Drake. “I think I might have seen you before, too. With a last name like mine in Hawaii anything that has my name on it is fun to go into and laugh about later. How many can say they’ve been to a bar bearing their namesake? I can. I have. You were a waitress or a bartender in one, right? I’m not sure that you waited on me, though.” The harder she thought about it the less she really remembered. She only recalled a slightly built woman with a pained expression on her face that almost resembled the nervousness darkening her features now. “Oh, it would hardly do if you left! You’re as new as I am. Have you toured the place yet? Drake here was just about to be my guide. You should come with us if you don’t have any pressing matters to attend to.”

Lana had been a social butterfly for as long as she could remember. There was a short period of time where she avoided people while she still got used to her powers, but after that gregariousness was like a perfectly fitted mask she could wear whenever she had need of it. Not that she minded the mask. It was like a second skin that she could stand for quite a while before feeling stifled. Perhaps most people were like that. After all, everyone needs their privacy as well as their companionship. It all depended on the time.

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bengal
2008-05-01 01:52 am UTC (link)

Drake smiled at Lana and cocked an eyebrow when she looked up into the rafters, "There's only one 'o me, luv. N'er fear. It won't be rainin' Drakes...as loverly as that may be", he teased. Inhaling slightly, his skin tingled all over...his heightened senses were alive and crawling with the energy coming off of Lana's body; he smiled at the woman, wondering what an intimate evening would leave him feeling.

Snapping him out of his reverie came a mousey little 'eep' followed by a sweet little thing full of apologies and sporting two rosy red cheeks. Drake's back arched and he stifled a growl...he inhaled and his mind screamed 'prey'!

Drake towered over the girls and let them do the talking as he checked them out. He had spent a bit of time with Lana and knew she was a tough little bird...the feral respected that. This one, however, was a nervous wreck...his eyes narrowed as he centered his senses on her and came away with something he definately did not like... "Name's Drake, luv", his voice lowered, "...so, you're a telepath, are ya?". Telepaths made Drake nervous. He liked to keep his thoughts to himself...mostly because they were not what civilized people like to hear...his thoughts were many times irreverrant...many times perverse...many times murderous. He grew to recognize telepaths, they had a certain scent...certain chemicals firing in their brains...he knew them and this quivering little rabbit was one of them. Prey.

Drake smiled and put his hand gently on Lana's shoulder, "Please do join us, Gwen. I was just about to give Miss Hawaii here the Platinum Tour", his tone was assweet as cherry pie, but that was for Lana's benefit. 'Wolf in sheep's clothing' should be tattooed on this man somewhere...of course, with his healing factor, it would just disappear within minutes.

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lady_hawk
2008-05-07 10:23 am UTC (link)

Gwen nervously listened to Lana talk. She smiled and giggled as she realized that it must have been odd going into a tiki bar with the same last name as the bar. "I think Keri waited on you, my friend there." She nodded, slightly remembering Lana. After all she knew she wasn't a tourist and for a native to come into the tiki bar was...well most of them seemed to be asking for trouble.

Shaking her head at the question, Gwen responded, "I was just looking around trying to find stuff as well. I don't have anything to do and it's about to drive me insane. I've always been on the move, teaching, tending bar or taking care of my house." She sighed, she led such a boring life. Even now on a ship as exciting as this she couldn't quite find it in herself or in others to live it up like people her age were expected to. Gwen was just far too calm and collected and scared of germs. That's all it was. Plus she never knew when the headaches would start.

Drake's voice was rather...rough. Gwen didn't know whether or not she liked it. He seemed to not really like the fact that...or maybe he did like the fact that she was a telepath. No matter, she wasn't very good anyway and she didn't blame him for not liking it at all. She liked her thoughts to herself as well. Her days with Rosemary had been short and the woman couldn't understand why Gwen didn't want to use that power. She was far more happier just using her sight.

"Well, I'm trying not to be. It hurts and I don't like it." She gave him a smile, stepping back a little from him, "Nice to meet you Drake." She said softly as an after thought. Keeping her hands together she kept fiddling with her fingers. "Thank you, I'd like a tour." She nodded and smiled, "After a while I was going to go up top to see what birds I could see. I like watching birds, especially hawks." Lifting a shoulder Gwen went on, nerves making her talk, "Would you like to do that? I can see good distances. My friend Keri and her brother would always play this game with me. They would guess what a certain person was wearing or what business they ran as they got off the plane. We'd be behind the fence a mile or so away. I'd tell them which was right and they'd bet their chores or something."

Yeah, Gwen led quite the boring life with only one friend and her brother who was threatened with his life if he said anything mean about Gwen. People had always thought her far too nervous. Taking a breath, Gwen tried to still her nerves, her hands stopped moving and she willed herself to calm. "I can make us some drinks while we're up there too."

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lana_bombshell
2008-05-07 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Lana chuckled softly as he misinterpreted her look to the rafters. She had merely wanted to see where he had come from. People rarely looked above the height of their own heads and until now she hadn’t had any conception of what the ceiling had looked like or how he had been traveling along it. The answer was clear, though she thought she rather liked using the floor to travel along. Maybe she’d keep an observant eye out for those above her head next time. “Lovely as that might be, it would be a shame to find carbon copies of you all over the place. It’s always nice to know there’s only one of each person so time spent with them isn’t to be taken for granted so much.”

The femme already figured she would like this new woman, no matter how nervous she might seem. She was sure once Gwen broke out of her shell she would be more relaxed and if Lana had a hand in helping it couldn’t hurt. “You were a teacher? What did you teach?” She wasn’t sure she would have the patience for teaching anyone other than herself for long periods of time. It also struck her as interesting than someone so seemingly meek would voluntarily become a teacher. All the more reason to think that the woman’s shell was thin enough to crack. “It sounds more interesting at any rate than my life. I’ve had my share of odd jobs. The last one was as head cleaning lady for a decent hotel. Not exactly anything overly interesting.”

Lana kept her face in an expression of interest in Gwen even as she heard the less than pleasant undertones of Drake’s pointing out the younger woman’s power. How could he know? Maybe people had something around them that pinpointed their powers and he was simply very familiar with it? But that wasn’t her only power. She heard Gwen admitting to… what? Exceptionally good eye sight? Noting someone’s clothing from a mile away was the sort of thing binoculars were for. That sounded like a very nifty power to have indeed. Then she remembered something. “It hurts you to use your telepathy?”

Feeling Drake’s hand on her shoulder made her wonder if he really didn’t feel what Niki felt, or if he didn’t mind. Maybe he was just too polite? Then again, he didn’t seem the type to go through discomfort just for show. But she didn’t really know him all that well. This was only their second meeting. She could be completely wrong for all she knew. Lana would simply have to wait. In the meantime, no one would learn anything about the ship just standing around in the hall.

“After our tour around the inside of the ship we’ll go up onto the deck? Sound like a good plan? Ready to lead the way, Drake?”

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bengal
2008-05-09 06:05 pm UTC (link)

Drake grinned...Gwen was even more nervous than before and trying to get on his good side; he almost felt sorry for her...almost. Truth was, Drake didn't really have a good side; he looked at her like a hungry cat looks at a fat canary. Leaning againstthe wall he gave a little stretch and patted the telepath on the head, "Poor litle bird. I think you should stop using that bloody awful telepathy if it gives you nasty headaches, angel", he soothed in a voice that could have been interpreted as sarcastic if you knew him well enough.

He listened to the two females gab for awhile and his mind wandered. Being Drake, when his mind took over, it only ever went in a few directions...it chose a familiar path this time...sex. He smiled looking over the sexy Hawaiian girl, such a hot, raven-haired little minx and then at the fair, innocent little telepath; he licked his lips as he imagined himself in bed between them as they undressed each other and kissed deeply...a deep purr began in his chest when he was interrupted by a question...

"Ready to lead the way, Drake?”

"AH yes! Lead the way!", he repeated standing up straight and pointing behind them. "Are you ladies hungry? Let's start at the Galley", he flourished his arm and hand forward, "I here our incredible Boomah made a key lime pie", he wiggled his eyebrows, "Besides me meats, I lurves me sweets!".

Arriving at the Galley, Drake hurried into the back and opened the fridges until he found the one with the pies...he fished out two...one for himself and one for the ladies. "I have pie, my sweets!", he announced as he returned with the pied and placed them on the table and hurried away for plates, forks,knives and napkins. "Dig in, ladies, we have alot of ship to see!", he winked,"Maybe I'll even get you a turn in the Cap'n's jacuzzi!"

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lady_hawk
2008-05-09 08:58 pm UTC (link)

"Dancing. Unfortunately it was more along the lines of hula dancing, but it paid some of the bills." Gwen smiled and lifted a shoulder. "I taught some ballroom dancing as well, most of the students there were either after school or elderly. And the after school kids were usually the trouble makers." Biting her lower lip again she smiled, "I would like to think I did them some good." Her eyes widened a bit as she looked Lana over, "You...you don't look the type." Her cheeks flushed, "I mean you look more...elegant than to be...cleaning...um richer." Gwen stumbled upon her words then sighed. "No offense!"

As Drake reached out to pat her on top of the head, Gwen had to hold herself still. She hated being touched. There was no telling where other people's hands had been before they touched her. Even Keri and her father couldn't touch her without Gwen knowing that they had just washed their hands or something. "I don't use my telepathy." Gwen said with a roll of her eyes, "I don't like using it. There's no point in me knowing what other people think, I hate it so why would I use it?" She gave a small smile to soften her otherwise harsh words. "I like using my sight, that's all I use and all I feel comfortable using."

Nodding at Lana she lifted a shoulder, "When my power seems...fed up with me not using it or trying to break through or something I get headaches. Migraines and stuff. During that is when I hear others' thoughts, I can't stop it no matter how hard I try. I've been given medication by the doc to try to ease the pain, and Nate said that I should practice with Rosemary. She doesn't understand why I don't want to use my telepathy though." Again another shrug. If she could take away that part of her mutant abilities she would freely. She even told the doctor this, in hopes that he would study and try to help her. After all, surely she wasn't the only telepath that didn't want such power.

"Sounds good to me." Gwen smiled at Lana, finally dropping her hands to her sides. She was trying not to be nervous. It was just her nature though. Following the other two to the galley she watched where she walked. Biting her lower lip she wondered why telepathy seemed such an important thing when she barely used it and didn't want to use it even then. Rolling her eyes she sighed. Blinking as they entered the galley she smiled at the cleanliness. Wondering where this 'Boomah' was that kept such a tight ship in this part of...the ship. She was going to have to watch the puns.

Sitting down she tried not to jump up and help Drake when he rushed around. She then narrowed her eyes at the pies. Oh yeah, she was a good cook. Smiling she waited until there were utensils and a plate in front of her before 'digging in' as instructed. cutting the pies she gave Lana the first piece then herself one after she saw that Drake was having the other whole one to himself. Watching him for a moment she smiled and took a bite of her own. Men, they were either eating or...she didn't want to think on the other while eating. "I...he has a jacuzzi?" Gwen didn't ever want to admit she'd never been in one. She had wanted to, badly, but had never taken the time or the danger of being caught in one.

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lana_bombshell
2008-05-10 06:36 pm UTC (link)

Lana listened to Gwen tell her about what she had taught. Dancing. She loved to dance. Like any Hawaiian child the Hula had been the first form of dance her mother had enrolled her in to learn. It had been fun and she had had a good teacher. The femme had excelled so much with simple Hula that she had gone on to take other dancing classes as an adult after she’d saved up enough money to do so. “I used to be in dancing classes I took for a few years, but Hula was what I took as a child. I always loved dancing. I’m certain that teaching them something like that really does do a person good, no matter how old or troublesome.” A grin spread across her lips. “And if I seem elegant it’s all for show. I assure I’m nothing more than a gregarious cleaning lady with an explosive talent.”

Lana’s brows cinched together for a split second before her features smoothed again as she watched Drake’s interaction with Gwen. What was that look in his eye when he spoke to her? She couldn’t place it and it seemed so swift that her mind no longer really cared. It wasn’t a priority to sort out every little detail of a person’s actions or those looks that pass over other’s faces.

Besides, he was saying something about her getting headaches. The darker femme felt like a bit of a dolt after he said that. Headaches were really the only logical pain from telepathy, right? She wasn’t stupid and she should have figured it out. When Gwen repeated that she didn’t like to use that power for that very reason she felt herself relax when she hadn’t even believed herself to be strung out at all. Was the very idea of someone invading her mind that unnerving? Yes, it was. Her personal thoughts were private and she would communicate them if she wished them to become public. It wasn’t right for someone to pry their way in without permission.

Lana felt herself pale a bit as Gwen described her ailment. It was almost as if the fairer woman had retracted a piece of herself when she described how her power took over her when it wasn’t used enough. There was only one time, however, when it took over so bad that she couldn’t control it at all for a while. It didn’t control with headaches, though. It controlled her with mood swings. It was harder to pinpoint when she hadn’t used her power enough because it was just something that happened that she didn’t always realize. Usually someone else would have to point it out to her with a, “Wow. You’re not yourself today.” or a, “Hey, is everything okay? You’re pretty testy.” Then she would promptly go out and blow some thing up to get herself back to normal. So maybe it was worse for Gwen. Then again, telepathy wasn’t as immediately dangerous as the raven-haired femme’s power. So maybe that was the middle ground. But she didn’t want her telepathy. Even though Lana sometimes felt her own power was a burden, she didn’t want to give it up altogether.

That also didn’t matter right now. She wouldn’t think about that any more for the time being. For now she would be led to the galley by Drake as Gwen followed as well. Lana was content to have Drake scurry around and grab all the necessities while she relaxed and made mental notes to the setup so she could find what she needed later if necessary.

If her eyes lit up at the sight of the pie it was no wonder. She had already found she thoroughly enjoyed everything she ate that “Boomah,”- or rather Boom[I]er[/I], made. “Thanks.” Lana said as Gwen cut and scooped a piece onto her plate. “Hah! A Jacuzzi? That’s awesome. I heard somewhere that they’re not so good for men, though.” She winked before shrugging. Long exposure to heat was supposed to lower sperm count or some such from what she’d heard. Trivia facts just seemed to cling to her brain and pop up with some connection to most any conversational topic. “Anyway, if we do gain permission to acquaint ourselves with the Captain’s Jacuzzi then it shouldn’t be one of our first destinations. I would like to see as much of the ship as I can. Right now I feel confined to a small section of the obvious places.” With that she finally cut a piece of the pie with her fork and put it into her mouth. Delicious as only Mag’s supervision and cooking could cause.

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bengal
2008-05-13 04:31 pm UTC (link)

Drake practically growled when Gwen shrank back from his pat on the head…and she did pull back, but just barely…normal humans or any other mutant would not have noticed it, but Drake’s heightened senses noticed everything. Oh how he would love to empty the ship of all personnel and play cat and mouse with this timid one; he cocked an eyebrow and looked at her as he let one of his claws grow to slice himself another piece of pie.

“You don’t use your telepathy, little one?”, he asked, softly, “Does it frighten you what you find in locked up in the minds of people passing by?”, he licked the delicious lime from his fingers and smiled looking directly into her eyes.

He sat back for awhile and listened as he finished his pie. The rough and tough, hig-spirited Lana seemed to like this timid little mouse. Women were hard to understand. They were chattering away about dancing…of course he did enjoy watching women dance…and sometimes young men. The whores he’d bought just last night had danced for him…he even joined them for a bit. His eyes switched sideways, taking in Gwen first and then Lana and he licked his lips, “I think dancing is lovely, meself! Anytime you birds want to dance for me, I will be there with bells on”, he wiggled his eyebrows, “…and I’d be much obliged if that’s all you ‘ad on too!”.

Standing up and clearing away the plates and utensils, the tall, blond feral, asked, “If you ladies are quite done here, I will take you along to the Entertainment Hall and continue with the rest of the second deck, aye?”.

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lady_hawk
2008-05-18 03:10 am UTC (link)

Gwen giggled as she listened to Lana. Even if she played down her elegant nature, surely her knowing dance helped it. That was probably what Gwen had picked up on, plus the fact she just seemed prettier. Like all Hawaiian natives that didn't have part blood running through their veins. Smiling she shook her head, "It's the dancing, it makes you look more elegant." She was glad that someone else thought that dance did some good to people. Kept them healthier, gave them something to look forward to.

Not knowing what kind of impact she had on the other woman, Gwen shrugged. Maybe she talked too much and took too many things personally. At least with talk of her powers. She was still just so testy over it, still so used to be secretive about such. Maybe that was in. After a while surely she would loosen up some more. Gwen really didn't notice Lana paling as she described her ailments with her powers, no. At least she was a little naive on other's feelings, or at least the emotions showing on their faces. She herself was so animated it seemed that she always paid more attention to herself anyways. Being a germaphobe didn't help matters at all. Her always worried about people being so near her.

"I'm not afraid of what I find in other's minds. I just hate to have to pry into them. I for one like my own thoughts private, all thoughts should be private. It's just...it's not right. I don't want to know everyone's personal history, all their hurts and...hates and all that." She lifted a shoulder as she met Drake's direct gaze, held it for a moment, before she looked at her pie to take a bite.

There was one thing that Gwen did not understand about other people. And that was the thought of being naked for each other...having sex and all that. She wasn't truly, totally and completely naive about the subject...but she was certainly far from an expert. Blushing heavily Gwen, quickly ate her pie to avoid asking Lana an obvious question of why it was bad for guys and not girls. There was always that underlying possibility that it was to do with the sex organs, and knowing the man with them...well he wanted them to dance for him with nothing but bells on.

If she had been naked her blush might've reached her belly. Glad for a distraction she nodded, "Ok." She kept looking down, not wanting to draw attention to her blush, that was finally disappearing after her well aimed mental kicks at herself. Plus she wanted to see if the entertainment room could be used as a dance instruction area if the deck was unavailable. Gwen should've thought to bring a sheet of paper and pen to make a small map of the place.

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lana_bombshell
2008-05-19 04:17 am UTC (link)

Something about Drake left Lana a bit uneasy, but her demeanor toward him never changed. She figured it was simply the way he acted toward Gwen that did it. It was his predatory reaction to her. She hadn’t really felt him react that way toward her, but maybe he simply didn’t because she wasn’t as nervous and meek as Gwen? The darker femme decided not to react to his nature, as that could only be what it was for him. Everyone had good in them no matter how hidden it might be. Even serial killers contained some shred of good in them, no matter how deeply hidden and/or buried it might be. As far as she knew Drake wasn’t a serial killer, but even if he were he couldn’t be all bad. His feral instincts alone would be enough to set anyone on edge, so she wouldn’t allow that to form a full fledged barrier between them.

The colour quickly returned to her face. She wouldn’t allow that to happen again. It was just so strange to hear someone talk about problems of a similar variety that plagued Lana come from another’s experiences. Perhaps feeling so alone for so long had taken it’s toll on her. She had been so thoroughly separated from others by her mutation that, despite her gregarious personality, she had been left utterly alone. Now was the time to end that solitude, though, and she intended to do so, but only in small steps- baby steps.

A small smile lifted one corner of Lana’s lips as Gwen answered Drake’s question very well, indeed. Good girl… She thought. Anything that made Gwen seem weak would be taken instantly from Drake and processed as a stamp on the girl’s forehead stating PREY in bold letters. Her answer had been strong and confident. She ate her pie quietly as they made their quick retorts.

Lana broke out in a chuckle at Drake’s comment. “Bells, Drake? I don’t know if they would suit you.” Even as she spoke she was making mental notes for herself to avoid anything more than a friendship- without benefits befitting a stronger relationship- with the man. No matter what good he had in him, he wasn’t the type for a relationship and casual sex wasn’t her cup of tea. Her eyes drifted to Gwen who seemed to have a receding blush that didn’t surprise the older woman in the least.

It was good when Drake changed the subject and announced they should get on with the tour. Giving up her then empty plate and used fork to the feral mutant, Lana stood and agreed with the change of pace.

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