#midnight-influence

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"I'm a giggly bitch by nature." Onyxstorm states before parking herself in the sun to take a nap. Still covered in glitter. Becoming a eyesore to everyone else. | @midnight-influence

Assorted Markiplier Quotes | Still accepting

"Your rationalizations for being a fucking pest are very excuse-shaped," Killstreak informs her. His own status as an eyesore has much more of an air of cranky resignation about it.

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“If you keep touching me, round two is happening whether you like it or not.” Cloudflare to Silver & Trip. | @midnight-obey

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | Still accepting

Silver is straddling Cloudflare's middle at that point, grinning down at them. His visor disappeared somewhere during round one. "You say that like it's supposed to be a threat," Silver muses, tracing one line of Cloudflare's biolights with the tip of one finger, "but I'm taking it more as encouragement." He glances sidelong at Trip. "Unless you're objecting?"

Trip is laying beside the both of them, on his side with his helm propped up on his hand. His other hand runs idly along Silver's flank, down over Cloudflare's hip, and back up again. His own visor is still in place, but he's smiling crookedly. "Did you hear me complaining? Aren't you supposed to be good at reading the room?" The tilt of his helm shifts just enough to make it clear he's looking at Cloud as he says it.

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Him

[red-in-revolt]

"Hey Redstrike? Do you have any corsets or binders? I forgot when y'all rescued me they got left behind" Umber hummed as she laid in his berth

Redstrike perked up immediately and looked down at Umber with clear excitement. "Oh darling, you have no idea how many of those I have. I also have a few shops that sell tailored options. Do you want to go shopping?" he asks, looking positively ecstatic at the idea.

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— — — “Hey — check this out — does this look familiar to you?”

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The warehouse loomed ahead, her eyes sweeping the fenced-in lot before darting from one dingy window to the next, seeking signs of life... or unlife. Finding it clear, she approaches the gate, held secure with a thick coil of chain and an industrial lock. Rusted razor wire wreathes the top rail of the eight foot fence... all the way around.

"Mind giving me a lift, partner?"

Bulhead lowers a palm for her to climb into before carefully stepping over, not wanting to damage the structure. If it was fully intact, this could provide a decent site for some time. Placing her back down onto the cracking asphalt, he advised, "Don't let your guard down just yet. We still need to clear the interior."

She tests the handle of the main door. "Locked. Lets check 'round back for another entrance. One big enough for you."

There was thankfully a loading zone with several large docks at the rear of the warehouse. It might be loud, but it was likely the only way in for him.

As gently as he's able, Bulkhead pulls at the base of one door, Miko stands a ways back with her rifle at the ready. She squints into the gap, seeking movement. Clear, as far as she can tell. Shouldering her gun, she pulls herself onto the ledge and crawls under, finding the chain and releasing it from its hasp. Throwing another cautious glance over her shoulder, she pulls the door the rest of the way up, waiting for Bulk to step through before slowly lowering it again, trying to make as little sound as possible.

Securing the chain once more, she turns with a sigh, glancing around the large, open space. No bodies. No smell. So far so good.

Bulkhead steps in front of her before she can move.

"We're not alone," he warns lowly to her as he notes the faintest hint of an EM field from the opposite side of the warehouse. Voice slightly raised, he calls out, "Are you a friend?"

[red-in-revolt]

There is a weird looking goat eating copper wire while watching Gary with a wary eye. However it's the fact that there appeared to be more activity than they realized. Therefore they sat like a cyberhound. Still eating however.

Gary watches the other goat and bleats softly, eyeing the much larger figure while trying to casually scarf up his own supply of food. It isn't until Codeblue walks in and finds both goats thar Gary calms down, trotting over to hide behind the medic who stares at the other goat with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Y'know. I'd probably be more alarmed about this if I wasn't already so used to Gary's bullshit." He muses to himself before reaching into his subspace and pulling out a bag of oxidized pats and holding it open for the bigger goat.

"Hey there, well aren't you a big fella."

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cont’d @midnight-influence

“… Fine. You’re not wrong. So, thanks. But uh… next time I’m sending you with a proper pack or somethin’ with more… padding. Those are still electronics we’re talkin’ about.”