#thestupidmeanone

[themxtleycrew]

@thestupidmeanone

Normally, she would avoid establishments like this... in fact she would avoid these sort of space stations and cantinas altogether. But circumstances required it, she would not endanger the people, the children, on the mining ship, and she did not have the credits to afford a ship of her own. She had enough to hire a pilot, and that was it.

As the woman walked into the bar, she of course drew the gaze of several patrons, a mix of humanoids, aliens, droids, and so on. She'd heard talk of a smuggler in these parts, the kind who would do anything for coin, no matter what. She spots a man in a booth, matching the description she'd received, and ventured up to him.

"Excuse me, I hope I am not disturbing you." Her voice comes with a metallic rasp from the mask, donning it once more to hide her identity from the Empire. "I am looking to hire a pilot. I need passage, and I am looking for someone skilled and who will not ask too many questions."

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

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[ofteaandmagic]

@thestupidmeanone For Leo

Over the course of their relationship--Mellie had lost track since they'd technically been together since that blind date; to her, it was as close to an official date as one could vouch for. After all, she hadn't had eyes for anybody besides Leo and every single moment she let him know it too.

Which meant that this date was just a little more special with the Christmas holidays coming, not that every single date Leo had taken her on wasn't. Because they very much were! Her dark haired partner did tend to spoil her, in their shared bedroom and out of it too.

For this date, she'd chosen a newer dress with an emerald green plaid texture with a sweet surplus neckline that came down past her knees. A simple long sleeved off-white blouse layered underneath, a pair of cold weather tights, and a tad dressier pair of boots;upon her blonde curls was a headband with smallish red antlers with various Christ.mas bits in it. The night had been spent with dinner and plenty of dancing between the couple, so much so that she couldn't help dancing around a bit as they headed home. "Baby, I don't know what you're goin' to do with me, but I can't settle these dancin' feet of mine!" She brightly grinned in his direction, giving his hand a loving squeeze.

[abitofafatass]

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"...Grif, what in the god damn hell are you on about?"

​"I had to voice everyone for a while! And some people -" Simmons. "- were easier to do than others. How the fuck do you scream so much without blowing out your voice?"

[rolliesmuses]

@thestupidmeanone: Bolt is not paying much attention, sprawled out in the sun as she naps in the grass. Other than the occasional, whistling snore, or twitch of her tail, the Tobi-Kadachi isn't moving. Lazy bum.

Caboose's tongue was partially outside of his mouth, and his fanged teeth were visible as he stared at the Tobi-Kadachi. She was unfortunately sleeping, and Caboose felt like it would be a bad idea to touch a creature that was not familiar with them.

Caboose tiptoed towards the monstie while quietly murmuring ' sneaking sneaking ' under their breath. He cautiously put out his armored hand and offered Bolt a treat of some cooked, unseasoned meat.

[maximummuses]

@thestupidmeanone (sc)

"We're going to have a problem soon, Epsilon." If she couldn't hear the sound of the Phantoms inbound, then the radar pings surely tell her that Banished are inbound. There should be an aura of discomfort or fear, knowing that humanity is on the backfoot again. The UNSC had only just barely survived the Covenant. The Banished and the Created felt like more than the species could bear. But Daisy-023 doesn't have that discomfort. Be it because of the war as a whole, or Harvest, she's used to it. Being on the backfoot is nothing new.

She's useless to everyone if she doesn't keep her cool.

"We're ways away from an extraction and as far as I can tell, it's just you and me down here." She ejects the mag in her rifle before loading in a new one. She has less bullets than she'd like, too. "If there's a plan beyond 'kill anything that shoots at me' until the skies are clear for a Pelican, then I'm open to hearing it."

[venalos]

@thestupidmeanone

"You have some dirt on your shoulder."

As she said that, Adamantia proceeded to brush a hand over Church's shoulder. She did so once, then twice, then a third time, each motion curt and almost akin to rudely dismissing someone. Still, she did not appear to be overly antagonistic towards him, and after cleaning his shoulder she gave him a firm nod.

"Hunters and Riders alike are obligated to be presentable at all times. Keep that in mind."

Though there was no hostility, there was no denying that Adamantia was a touch stiff when speaking to Church. Perhaps she was not yet used to speaking to a fellow Rider?

[vendettavalor]

Lost At Sea

⚔️ For @thestupidmeanone's Church! ⚔️

It wouldn't be a sea-call without some sort of incident.

With the season coming to turn, the ocean's voice rang across the waters to even the ears furthest from the shores. The sea called to her, just as it did to all Selkies. But where the other's needed only to don their coats and dive into the waters, she had a much more complicated duty.

She had to lead them.

And it just so happened that these waters were among the most treacherous for any aquatics. If it wasn't the pockets of poachers looking to catch a stray seal for their illicit trade, then it was the remnants of their failed hunts dredged up by the currents to ensnare an unsuspecting creature. Many times she'd had to answer the distressed cries of her kin as they struggled and strained against unyielding netting that threatened to drown them.

How ironic it was now. She'd spent so much time cautioning others on the dangers of loose harpoons and spears and nets, and now look where she was. Just another ringed seal tangled in the ropes, lugging the weights with a desperate fervor as she tried to keep her head above the water.

She shouldn't - not when she knows there could be anything from hunters to sharks nearby - but she's getting weak, and the ropes are digging in so roughly she's beginning to lose feeling in some area. So, against all instinct, she cries out. Her barking call echoes on the breeze, and she prays that some - anyone - can hear her.