"Evil isn’t born, it’s made."
“Oh? And what do youmean by that?” Alan asked, eyeing the commander from the table he was strappedto.
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"Evil isn’t born, it’s made."
“Oh? And what do youmean by that?” Alan asked, eyeing the commander from the table he was strappedto.
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You all make my dash a better place, just an fyi.
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Send me a ۞ for my muse's reaction to your muse falling on top of them and kissing them.
The commander had been thrown bodily into Ada, knocking her to the ground. He'd landed on top of her, and intentionally or no, his lips had met hers - although given the way he hadn't exactly hurried to move away, she would bet the latter.
The Administrator extricated herself from under the commander and scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could.
"-- my apologies, sir." She didn't offer him a hand up. "Are you alright?"
[Whatever you guys are doing, don't make Abby come down there.]
Trick or Treat!
Scary movie night
[[Alright. I'm gonna play with this one.]]
Vira was a fan of horror films. There was, of course, the unfortunate fact that her only source of them was a horribly glitched video downloader who tended to throw up ads for Hot Singles in Your Area!
That didn't stop her. She always liked the monsters, the sense of style they displayed. And she wanted to try it.
When Pavel returned to his sleeping quarters for the night, they were trashed. A pack of viruses were going through his personal effects and infected sections of wall and floor crackled. Vira materialized behind him, slipping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder, careful to keep her circuits away from his.
"We're going to play a little game, sweetie," she cooed. "It's Halloween, so its time for a horror story. And guess what? You're the protagonist."