Kether wrote:He moves over to look at the screen since.. well it looks like there's damn we a chance of compulsiveness if not and negotation is his thing
The contract looks rather standard... if lengthy. Detailing terms of employment at the Casino. There is a space for his thumbprint...
muffinstud wrote:This... is something Vasily hasn't seen before. He backs off through the doorway and shuts it behind him, using the broom to jam the door. How did she keep moving after he knocked her out? She had to be some kind of unwilling prisoner... but to what? He doesn't like where these questions are taking him... or where they could be taking his team. He opens up a comms channel. "Hello. This is Vasily. The people aboard this station are hostile, do not approach. I repeat, do not approach anyone. Does anyone copy?"
He successfully bars the door... as he gets on the channel, he hears the Overseer cutting in. "Noted. I'll keep the doors locked down, and the auto turrets hot."
As Vasily backs off, he hears a clank of metal on metal in the distance. Like a door being violently opened... not coming from the direction he just was.
Harri-chan wrote:Charlie walked back to the bedroom, every sound that reached his ears so calm and comforting. He didn't even try and stop the back of his dress bouncing up as he climbed onto the little bed, amongst the stuffed animals, and wriggled beneath the sheets. He closed his eyes and leaned his head out towards her fingers again, happily murmuring as she stroked at his hair with her nails. All sense of urgency regarding the mission had gone, and he felt sleep came far quicker than it ever did on a space ship or even at home.
At least the breast didn't exactly feel part of him, but it did feel extremely real to the finger that poked at it, if Clarke was familiar with such a feeling, the way it reacted and jiggled inside the dress seemed right. Alice smooths out the bed sheets and refluffs the pillows before turning back to Clarke, eyebrows arching as she saw him feeling his new breasts.
"You shouldn't do that... it's not appropriate... ".
The last thing he remembers is his mom's smiling face. "I'll wake you for your daycare, sweety..." As everything goes soft, warm, and dark. His dreams start out strangely normal. He is walking along a metal corridor... the reflection showing his normal self again. Stalking... someone... He finds them alone in a room... carefully creeping up to them. As he pulls his gun and orders them to turn around... its... his mom. "Hello, sweety~" The frilly swish of her dress... the wide smile. The floor begins to shift under her feet... turning brightly colored... as his gun melts away into sparkles... his nails gaining a coat of polish... as thick blonde curls begin entering his vision.
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Clarke shakes his head! "None of this is appropriate! How do you get these things off?" He asks... tugging at his hands... his face... hoping to find some give...
Ookalf wrote:"Where they... You're forcing them to work here? That's-"
She blinks. "Everyone works... who isn't a guest. This is a casino..." She stares at him blankly as he starts talking on his communicator.