#lightstrikestwice

[datashrike]

Datashrike miiight just be waddling over to smother their conjunx with their tits in apology.

[red-in-revolt]

💝 Happy birthday and this is for Onyx.

Batgotti usually only removed his armor when he was in need of a deep cleaning or he had a particular spot to patch. But today, he'd removed it because a certain little reptile he'd been studying has gotten itself wedged beneath it and he needed to be careful about how he pulled it out.

He was just putting it away when the door to his lab opened spilling light into his darkened lab and catching him at just the right angle to spot light him. He hissed and hastily covered his exposed refineries and array with his wings, golden optics flaring.

"Do you mind?! What do you think you're doing entering my space without knocking?!" He accuses, desperate to throw the attention away from his exposed form.

[r31gn1t3d]

Ask:

🤳

You already know who | @lightstrikestwice

Send "🤳" to get a random text from my muse! | Still accepting

::Pick a number, one through five. Kniferun is being a bitch and I need a hill to kill him on.::

[seacrestseacon]

Onyxstorm was staring at Seacrest, licking her maw like he was going to be her next meal, lounging in a hallways by the common room. Clicking her teeth a bit

It wasn't unusual for Onyxstorm to make herself comfortable around the ship, the crew somewhat used to the femme lounging ominously in sun patches or across furniture.

The hallway of the common room was a new one.

Still, its the licky and clicky that has Seacrest squinting at her.

"Just say, 'Hey Seacrest. Can I have some Vossian Toast?'" You get a chastising wave of a spatula at you, but he is going to find a second plate

[red-in-revolt]

Umber has revisited the gang and delivered them her own gifts, Redstrike got a bracelet from her shed scales, using copper wiring to keep them together and some horrible human romance novels that would make him giggle. Batgotti got some opera music to listen and or sing along to. Spyder got more dramas to watch or listen to. Web and Weaver both got some Shanix to spend on sweets. Code Blue received some polishes that smelled just as strong as the candles she received and Scalpel received a very heavy dosage of venom in a beaker labeled specifically for her. Knowing well enough they would need some anti venom if anyone ever got bit by accident.

[Shit thought I answered this!]

Redstrike was all too happy with his gifts, wearing his new bracelet on occasion while taking the time to sit and read in comfort. Batgotti's lab rang more often of opera, and Spyder started watching the dramas almost immediately with the twins in sight eating their new snacks. Scalpel had taken to analyzing the venom almost immediately, resting in her dock while she ran numbers and analysis.

And Codeblue may have cajoled his Amica into providing a spa day specifically so he could use the new polishes and strut around smelling strong enough to make Spyder gag.

[shiningsilverarmor]

Beastie is being brushed by Lightstrike. "Gotta be the highlight of the weekend!!"

Suppose one does have to look more cleaned up for his prey to see his..

..detailed charms.

[r31gn1t3d]

Ask:

"Hey who here is good with money? I need some help" Umber states while looking dusty like she was tunneling outside again | @lightstrikestwice

No one really answers, so much as they all (Trip included) just silently and unanimously volunteer Trip for the job. He looks at Umber for a second, before informing her, "You do so much stuff with basically no context and then later I'm never sure if you're going to ask for help with a body, stolen goods, or making someone miserable."

That being said, he does get out of his chair to go help her.

[r31gn1t3d]

Ask:

"Hey can someone help out here?" Umber calls out from the loading bay near the shuttle. She was dragging in what appeared to be a few crates full of things. | @lightstrikestwice

It's Free Fall who makes his way to the hangar bay, where he stares at the crates for a moment. He looks caught, for a second, like he's not sure if he even wants to ask or if he's just going to preemptively assume it's probably as weird as everything else always is.

Nevertheless, he picks up one of the crates and props it against his hip. "Where am I putting this?"