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The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 4:00 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Evie could tell that Rokky was worrying-- could practically hear his worrying-- and took a moment to wave him back into his seat, wishing he would stop being so concerned. It wasn't that it annoyed her; to the contrary, it was part of what made him such a dependable guy. But she didn't want her first mate spending all his energy worrying when Janika had that covered as well as he did. It was why Evie hardly ever worried about bullets and knife wounds and the like. She had complete faith in the doctor, which is what allowed her to be so nonchalant about her own injuries. Also, he was really good at worrying, which meant she didn't have to.
She glanced down, noticing that Rokky wasn't wearing a shirt. Hm. "Nice," she said, completely sincere, but also somewhat detached-- she was aware, at least vaguely, that he had some amount of aesthetic appeal, but it was like telling a brother that he had nice hair, or that his shoes looked good with his outfit. Of course, being Evie, she had to take it a step further. "I should enact a dress code," she said. "Make that mandatory." She turned to Janika. "Can I do that? I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to do that." It was a very good thing that she and Rokky were so wholly not attracted to one another. It made life on board the Wessel so much more fun. Although she did sometimes wonder whether her oddball sense of humor annoyed him. He seemed... uncomfortable, sometimes. Maybe I should tone that down, she thought, fully aware that she'd have forgotten by the next time an opportunity for joking rolled around. At Rokky's question, she only shrugged. "I'd assume so," she said. "The cake's not really all that valuable, aside from the fact that it'll probably be delicious. Really, we're just trying to sabotage the wedding. Our new employers think stealing the cake is the best way to do that." She considered Janika's objections, seemed to actually think about them for a long moment. "So," she said, with an easy shrug, "we don't get caught. That takes care of that problem." She had it all planned out-- or, at least, she had a very basic outline, and she figured Janika and Rokky could work out the bumps. She would've included Valentin in that consideration, except the boy was really better suited to following instructions than inventing them. "I figure we can maybe knock out a couple of the caterers, steal their clothes-- you know, like in those old movies-- and then someone can create a distraction or something and we run off with the cake. It'll be a breeze." OOC:I love that our plan has "Evie" written all over it. That's totally the kind of thing she'd come up with and just expect it to work. |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 9:20 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Janika sighed, wiping his hand down his face as he came to terms with the fact that they were, in fact, going through with this job. Every time Evie found some job like this, Janika would argue and try to use logic to dissuade her, of course, but every time, she would have none of his "nonsense," and would go off and do exactly what she wanted to do regardless. At first, Janika had been more than willing to let her go off on her adventures and take any mission she cared to. Actually, he was still just as willing. However, he'd quickly discovered that, if left to her own devices, she was very liable to come back with a couple extra holes in her that didn't belong-- not to mention missing a significant volume of blood.
And Doctor Janika was the one who had to clean up that mess. Rokky was a Godsend, of course, and the lad had proven more than capable of keeping Evie safe. Sometimes that was at his own expense, but at least he didn't seem to have Evie's inexplicable aversion to seeking medical care. He also had a pretty good head on his shoulders-- surprisingly so, in fact-- which had probably helped get them all out of as many scrapes as his muscles had. Nevertheless, Janika had not quite gotten out of the habit of going along with Evie's missions-- especially when he felt she could particularly use his help. Though he was not particularly keen on getting involved with the mob again-- he'd had one or two... encounters in the past-- his gut told him that this happened to be one of those times. "I'm only surprised you haven't already." Janika offered the captain a wry grin in response to her idea about the topless uniform. "You've gathered a crew of all men-- well, Valentin doesn't exactly count-- but I was expecting some harem-style rules long ago." The doctor caught Rokky's look of concern and added: "When you hired Rokky, I assumed from the beginning that it was to that end." Janika listened to her explanation of the plan. It seemed best not to interrupt her when she was explaining the plan-- it was usually short enough that he didn't have to wait long, anyway. "Okay, old-fashioned film-style costume thievery is all well and good-- let's assume for a moment that we can find two guys and a gal our own height and build, you know, for fun-- but what kind of distraction were you thinking of that would not result in, say-- oh, I dunno-- death?" OOC: Janika the Optimist is what they called him at his first job. Also, poor Rokky. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 10:19 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme "Has anyone ever told you you're a killjoy?" Evie asked, not really expecting an answer. (She told him this herself, roughly half a dozen times a day.
Although, really, it depended on the day.) Whatever drugs she'd been pumped full of during her life-saving operation-- she liked that phrase, which made it sound like a big deal, as though this wasn't a regular occurrence-- they were beginning to wear off, and her side was beginning to ache terribly, with this weirdly-familiar sting every time she drew breath. Nothing to worry over, though. She'd had this exact same wound enough times to know that this was perfectly normal. But that damned itch. Evie leaned on the ship's consoles, careful not to touch anything important, and tried to sneak a scratch in while she spoke. "All our plans before--" scratch, scratch, damn bandages-- "have generally pointed toward death as the--" why the hell are the bandages so thick-- "most likely outcome, and yet--" goddamn itches like a-- "here we are, alive and well. Ow." That had hurt. And it still itched like mad. She sighed and gave up, not particularly wanting to deal with a lecture from Janika on why it was of very great importance not to rip the stitches out of newly-aquired gunshot wounds. (Janika always seemed to have a lecture prepared on every possible subject.) "Listen, whatever death or non-death related distraction goes down, it has to be something that one of you two can pull off. I'm on cake duty." This apparent avoidance of conflict was unlike Evie, but she made no further comment on it. (Normally, she was eager to be the one put in harm's way. Her reasoning was as follows: if Rokky was injured, they'd have a hell of a time carting him off toward medical attention, and if Janika was hurt, well, they were all screwed.) "So, you're right. Preferably something on the safe side this time." She paused, considering. Safe, on this ship, was a very relative concept. "As safe as possible, anyway. I don't know. Act like you're dying or something. They'll be less likely to shoot you." She handed Rokky a slip of paper with handwritten coordinates scrawled across it. "This is where we're going. Huge wedding destination planet, they've built most of their economy around it. So chances are, we're looking at an outdoor ceremony, lots of open space. Probably on a beach. Whole damn planet's full of 'em." She grinned. "Beach weddings aren't as fun as they look, though. Had one, once. Sand gets everywhere and all in your dress, and then when you go to take it off--" She shook her head, and her grin turned a few degrees toward evil. "Not worth it. That poor bride's gonna be chafed from here to next week." |
spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 12:37 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Rokky shrugged at the compliment and gave a modest nod. He tried not to let it get to him, but any compliment from his captain kind of made his insides swell with pride, but he did his best to remain nonchalant and kept his cool. He mastered the art after all this time, and didn't even flush pink when she teased him, most of the time anyway. There were plenty of other times he had been caught totally off guard by Evie which resulted in him feeling like a complete idiot, but a person, he discovered, could get use to that. Besides, he still hoped that someday, maybe, she'd open her eyes, and look at him, really look at him and see that he was perfect for her and he could finally make her his...
Well, a guy could dream, couldn't he? "You bloodied my last clean shirt, Cap'n," Rokky said with a good-natured half smile. He did not sit back in his chair abut leaned against it instead. "An' we were in a somethin' of a rush to leave. "'Sides, y'know you hired me fer my purdy face." Rokky did not care much for the doctor's personality, though he had come to respect him and his skills as a physician. He thought it odd and a bit annoying, at first, that he would come along on the various jobs, but he came to expect Janika to join them. He even appreciated it now, after countless situations when having the doc on hand made all the difference between a new scar and being deader than bacon. He never argued with Evie when it came to the captain's hair-balled schemes. Jankia's job was to argue and point out various flaws and try to talk her out of it. As first mate, he quietly accepted that his job was to take these crazy ideas of hers and make them work as well as he could without getting horribly wounded, knowing that it would only make the doctor a reason to say "I told you so." "The wedding cake is a pretty big deal nowadays," Rokky said knowledgeably, scratching the side of his his head as his eyes skimmed over the piece of paper. "I mean hoity toity people with lotsa money like these folks ain't gonna settle fer chocolate flavored protein. They're goin' t'get the real deal. The cake will constantly be accompanied by a' least two caterers at all times. After all them weddings ye had, ma'am, I'd thought you'd've noticed." He gave her a wry smile, but narrowed his eyes slightly when he thought he saw her try to scratch her side. "Hope ye don' mind the company, ma'am, but I'm gonna haffta insis' I come along. It'd be too suspect if ye waltz around with a huge, fancy cake like that all on yer own." "An' you can handle distractin' the party fer a bit jus' fine on yer own," Rokky said, addressing Janika now. "We just hafta figure out a way... Do we know anything about these people anywhow? Names maybe?" He sat back down and started looked up the planet, Hera, the most posh place to hold one's wedding. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 12:53 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: We might've posted more in the last couple days than SH has seen in the past year
Saying that Evie's rather apparent interest in avoiding contact with the victims of the day's job caused a red flag to go up in Janika's head was like saying St. Albans was a bit chilly. As a matter of fact, it was not just a single red flag, but hundreds, all twice as big as a normal flag, and lit up by spotlights and fireworks. Evie was not one to avoid the dangerous, "interesting" part of a job-- that she was meant that there was something she was trying to avoid. Which meant trouble. Which meant an Ex. At least, if it were the doctor himself, that's what it would mean. "Yes, the people wanting to ruin a mafia wedding are going to give us their real names," Janika said. "Why don't we ask them for their bank account numbers and where to find people they'd pay a ransom for while we're at it? You know, so we could really screw 'em over if we turned them in to the people they're trying to mess up." Though he didn't actually roll his eyes, there was something about the set of his jaw that gave off the same impression. He was rather curious about the people involved himself, but his gut told him that Evie really didn't want to say. If she had seemed just the slightest bit less against discussing that particular item than she did, Janika probably would have agreed with Rokky. "Since it seems I've been volunteered to do the distracting, my biggest concern is having an escape route. I trust the kid to keep this ship running, but I'd sooner let him play William Tell with a shotgun than fly her, so that means you two need to be back here with the cake and ready to leave as soon as I am. I can't fix the stitches you two pull out from scratching too much if I'm dead!" OOC: I don't know. Let's just keep moving >_> |
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