CORSAIR's best dancer~ I was mistaken. Je m'appelle Joséphine. She/her. Test Pilot of the Pingyuan "Folie à Deux" I am, in fact, much cuter than a button~ :3 (ooc post dividers by @enchanthings and pfp is a picrew by sushicore)
I'm sure people have noticed that my posts on all blogs have been more sporadic lately. I just wanna say I'm not losing passion in my characters or RP it's just that life is Bad™ right now.
I'm not going anywhere but posting will continue to be sporadic for the forseeable future. I might go a week and post like one shitpost on Sally, I might randomly have a turbo spam day. Idk. That's just how it is. So uh yeah.
All CMC personnel please refer to your internal communications forums for the released list of tonight's establishments partaking in Taco Night. This is a reminder that for the duration of Taco Night participating establishments and venues are strictly no firearm zones. Bladed weapons may be carried for spiritual reasons, utility, and the CMC "I Forgor Clause". Use of said bladed weapons will be met with harsher punishments during the period of which we know as Taco Night. This is also a reminder that crowding outside of these establishments or attempting to stay within them during setup in order to get Tacos sooner is prohibited.
To those of you participating for the first time or witnessing it for the first time it is an official recommendation to partake with a group of trusted individuals in order to acquire your tacos. Please carry basic medical supplies and have an exit plan.
If you have further questions please refer to the FAQ on Taco Night in the CMC internal forums, if you would like to be more prepared there are also several Taco Night Survival Guides written by longtime members of the Company. Please enjoy the rest of your day.
Shit... I'm no longer bound by the Ghost Rules. I can actually finally release the footage of my boxing match.... and Face-Off being dead also helps me release this...
Weird seeing me with my other arm, and leg.... and eye.
Shit... I'm no longer bound by the Ghost Rules. I can actually finally release the footage of my boxing match.... and Face-Off being dead also helps me release this...
Weird seeing me with my other arm, and leg.... and eye.
Shit... I'm no longer bound by the Ghost Rules. I can actually finally release the footage of my boxing match.... and Face-Off being dead also helps me release this...
Weird seeing me with my other arm, and leg.... and eye.
In the endless silence you spoke once more. The quiet near drowning but still you step onto the stage.
The hull of this ship creak and groan still with life. You an echo, a message that it is not ghosts that haunt the deck.
Pirate. Mercenary. Dog. Cat. Tool. Weapon.
It'll all wake up soon.
You just have to find out which corpse still speaks.
[ERROR ID NOT FOUND]
Monsieur Signal.. um I am indeed one of the few on this ship still on-line it seems.
I hope sincèrement.. sincerely that I did not disturb you, or drew undo attention with my silly conversations.
I hope that uh we do not find any more corpses than the ones here already Monsieur.. but I trust my little mutterings are not of much significance to that.
um. Bonne journée Monsieur I apologize again for any attention I have drawn to myself.. It was not my intention to create a stage
~♡ Oh! Mon adorable petit chat! It has been so very very long! I approach as quickly as my legs may carry me, and I bring a lovely bottle of Pinot Noir~ let us make up for lost time avec les mots et les lèvres! 🩷💕💞💖
[A selfie is attached of Tutu holding a big bottle of wine. She it dressed all in sparkly pink, and the shortest skirt you've ever seen. The estrogen has also clearly been doing work. She looks as happy as she could be with her transition.]
far too long cherie! i am terribly glad to be back!!
oh you spoil me pretty girl.. we will have much much to catch up on! je suis très excité pour voir les résultats <3
and do not worry about your legs! i am strong enough to carry you home after we.. talk
ah wine! you know me too well cherie! come quick we will make short work of it!!
[Attached is a selfie of kitcat sitting on a work bench with oversized blue cargo pants and what barely counts as a tank top. She is holding a half empty bottle of liquor and smiling widely. There are a series of small tools stuck in of her visible hand.]
~♡ Oh! Mon adorable petit chat! It has been so very very long! I approach as quickly as my legs may carry me, and I bring a lovely bottle of Pinot Noir~ let us make up for lost time avec les mots et les lèvres! 🩷💕💞💖
[A selfie is attached of Tutu holding a big bottle of wine. She it dressed all in sparkly pink, and the shortest skirt you've ever seen. The estrogen has also clearly been doing work. She looks as happy as she could be with her transition.]
~♡ It has been some time since I have posted! My time away was spent recovering from mon chirurgie du bas~
~♡ Rest assured, the cutest ballerina on the omninet has returned! :3
OOC: so I left this blog for a long time because none of the other writers for her squad play toys here anymore. Because they were so central to her character I felt weird about continuing, but I missed her. So I'm just gonna call that stuff dubiously cannon so I can have my fun with my gwink again.
[An external camera feed coming from BIOLOGICAL COMPONENTS FOUND]
[Kit-Cat stands shoulders straight in an open-backed sky blue chiffon dress, the interlayered metal plates, joints and pistons that make up her constructed body are on display. With every movement the plates glide against each other, pistons push and release with exhales of compressed air, it's a concert of metal movement]
[Her hands extend out to wrap around a shoulder and waist that is not there and she begins to dance]
[Her movements at first are slow, legs take sweeping steps with hands now extended and clinging to the space where a waist would be]
[Her body seems to entangle itself with the empty space, long graceful steps picking up pace, accentuated with fluttering flicks of the leg. The air seems to have on a heavy quality and Kit-Cat leans in to the support of this unseen partner]
[The movements become more exaggerated as she is pushed and pulled in this languid dance. Her eyes are closed and she seems almost completely serene despite the dips and lifts taking place, her weight balanced by not-so-empty air]
[The air begins to waver as though looking over the horizon on a hot day. Kit-Cat's legs wrap around the legs of this textured nothing and is brought into a dip, head lowering to the ground as the space around her seems to fold in on itself and she gone]
Aun it feels good to be back.. j'ai tellement manque the ebb and flow.. i can feel it pull towards me
elle ne devrait pas etre trop loin [another breath in and out]
there she is. oh she feels so beautiful..
[the sound of footsteps splashing in the surf for a handful of minutes]
there she is! Aun above she's astounding... okay, okay Kitty! you got this! tous ira bien!
[a moments hesitation before the sound of one foot then two touch the metal of the Tenacity's floors as she steps out of the shimmering air]
bonsoir ma cherie
if you want a sense of the kind of dance form i'm referencing the argentine tango - some good examples below alongside the kind of music she would have playing
[Tutu sniffles as she tries to remember the steps. 1... 2... 3... Tears glide down her face as her feet move. Her timing is off. She fucked up. She can't just... GO OFF like that. She CAN'T. She's not supposed to. She's also supposed to be GOOD at this! PUTAIN, why goes she keep missing her steps?]
~♡ Sniff, whimper...
~♡ Ah!
[She trips. She knows her head is about to hit the ground. She'll probably be in medical for the rest of the day damn it a-]
[She doesn't hit the ground. Graceful arms catch her in a dip. Soft blue eyes look down at her.]
[The metal is cold against Tutu's skin, she can acutely feel the grooves of engraving along the sides of each finger as they press into her back.
[Through the chiffon of the light blue dress a slight gap in the metal plating of her chest is visible, Tutu can see the casing around Kitty's heart expanding and contracting quickly]
i was coming to find you and you were about to fall.. so i caught you
[She helps pull Tutu up to standing. Kitty seems to realize how intimately her hands are placed around the and pulls them away behind her back, nervously working her thumb over the palm of her own hand]
[A blush creeps across her face. Kitty is rocking back and forth on her heels for a moment as Tutu gets her bearings, before coming to a stop. Her face is unmasked concern]
ma belle are you okay? tu pleurais..
[she reaches out slowly with the intention to wipe the tears away]
[Kitty smiles back, failing to hide the excitement in her movements]
if you think you need it cherie the time is yours but..
[the taller woman takes Tutu's face gently in one hand pulling it up so their eyes meet before kissing her softly on the cheek, leaving a mark of pale blue lipstick]
i think you look beautiful already...
and Josephine.. not your worst, this will pass as well.
[An external camera feed coming from BIOLOGICAL COMPONENTS FOUND]
[Kit-Cat stands shoulders straight in an open-backed sky blue chiffon dress, the interlayered metal plates, joints and pistons that make up her constructed body are on display. With every movement the plates glide against each other, pistons push and release with exhales of compressed air, it's a concert of metal movement]
[Her hands extend out to wrap around a shoulder and waist that is not there and she begins to dance]
[Her movements at first are slow, legs take sweeping steps with hands now extended and clinging to the space where a waist would be]
[Her body seems to entangle itself with the empty space, long graceful steps picking up pace, accentuated with fluttering flicks of the leg. The air seems to have on a heavy quality and Kit-Cat leans in to the support of this unseen partner]
[The movements become more exaggerated as she is pushed and pulled in this languid dance. Her eyes are closed and she seems almost completely serene despite the dips and lifts taking place, her weight balanced by not-so-empty air]
[The air begins to waver as though looking over the horizon on a hot day. Kit-Cat's legs wrap around the legs of this textured nothing and is brought into a dip, head lowering to the ground as the space around her seems to fold in on itself and she gone]
Aun it feels good to be back.. j'ai tellement manque the ebb and flow.. i can feel it pull towards me
elle ne devrait pas etre trop loin [another breath in and out]
there she is. oh she feels so beautiful..
[the sound of footsteps splashing in the surf for a handful of minutes]
there she is! Aun above she's astounding... okay, okay Kitty! you got this! tous ira bien!
[a moments hesitation before the sound of one foot then two touch the metal of the Tenacity's floors as she steps out of the shimmering air]
bonsoir ma cherie
if you want a sense of the kind of dance form i'm referencing the argentine tango - some good examples below alongside the kind of music she would have playing
[Tutu sniffles as she tries to remember the steps. 1... 2... 3... Tears glide down her face as her feet move. Her timing is off. She fucked up. She can't just... GO OFF like that. She CAN'T. She's not supposed to. She's also supposed to be GOOD at this! PUTAIN, why goes she keep missing her steps?]
~♡ Sniff, whimper...
~♡ Ah!
[She trips. She knows her head is about to hit the ground. She'll probably be in medical for the rest of the day damn it a-]
[She doesn't hit the ground. Graceful arms catch her in a dip. Soft blue eyes look down at her.]
[The metal is cold against Tutu's skin, she can acutely feel the grooves of engraving along the sides of each finger as they press into her back.
[Through the chiffon of the light blue dress a slight gap in the metal plating of her chest is visible, Tutu can see the casing around Kitty's heart expanding and contracting quickly]
i was coming to find you and you were about to fall.. so i caught you
[She helps pull Tutu up to standing. Kitty seems to realize how intimately her hands are placed around the and pulls them away behind her back, nervously working her thumb over the palm of her own hand]
[A blush creeps across her face. Kitty is rocking back and forth on her heels for a moment as Tutu gets her bearings, before coming to a stop. Her face is unmasked concern]
ma belle are you okay? tu pleurais..
[she reaches out slowly with the intention to wipe the tears away]
[Kitty smiles back, failing to hide the excitement in her movements]
if you think you need it cherie the time is yours but..
[the taller woman takes Tutu's face gently in one hand pulling it up so their eyes meet before kissing her softly on the cheek, leaving a mark of pale blue lipstick]
i think you look beautiful already...
and Josephine.. not your worst, this will pass as well.