Video/action

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha, Nami AND YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bloodsport
When: 4AM. We're not sorry.

[ When the camera feed switches on inside the Bloodsport, it's late. Late-late, as much as it ever becomes when one travels the universe. But in this particular case even the lights of the hall it chooses to focus in on have been dimmed to the point of being practically non-functional. Almost everything is obscured by shadow...including the silhouette which blurs across the screen for just an instant.

The next time the feed tracks movement, it's in front of the ship's captain quarters. The silhouette appears again, flattened near the wall as they slowly creep their way closer. A single hands slides up and opens the hatch to that the door slides open without a sounds--and for some reason? The motion-sensor on the lights doesn't even go off to adjust the brightness. It stays dark, and without a word the shadowed figure slips inside, creeps slowly towards the sleeping figure on the bed that some might recognize as a slumbering Nami.

They sneak in close, lift a hand and reach it out towards her...

And instead of wrapping around her neck? It plants itself on the bed, right before that shadowy figure flops right down beside her and huddles close. For a cuddle. ]

[After a moment or two, Nami's eyes slide sleepily open, confused at first, and then a hand reaches hurriedly out for the desktop lantern, throwing her invader into full relief: one (1) Sascha, late night travelling cuddlebug.

There's a lot of supremely intense staring. Some tallying of the situation. She's naked. He's wrapped around her like a limpet. And then she smiles. Sweetly.]

Sascha.

[He blinks at her in surprise, then perks up happily.] Yes~~?

Ahaha!~ [Cheerful as always as she throws the covers back.] Here I was sure we'd discussed the concept--

[Don't ask how she managed to kick him in the face but it's a surefire winner, sending her invader crashing to the floor--]

-- of PERSONAL SPACE!!

[ It's possibly the most glorious sight Sascha as ever seen, since apparently Nami sleeps in the nude--for the whole half-second he gets to enjoy it (lucky you guys, huh??) anyway. Then he's left scrambling to get his feet under him again and push himself up, because Nami's stalking towards him already as he looks up with wide eyes and babbles; ]

I was j--just cuddling, no biting...! [ AS IF THAT'S THE ISSUE HERE. Nami clearly doesn't think so, because in half a second here? He's going to be fleeing for his life with her hot on his heels.

Have fun Bloodsport. It's also like four in the gd morning. ]


[ ooc; blue is Sascha, Green is Nami! Feel free to find either or both at any point after the broadcast on the Bloodsport, or just call...them..... ]

Comments

[pneumo]

...Hehe.

I wish I'd met you back home.

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan isn't sure how to respond to that. ]

I'm here now. That's what matters.

[pneumo]

[ kiss me you fool ]

Thanks, Obi-wan♥

[beardstrokes]

[ Finally, he smiles indulgent, his shoulders relaxing. ]

You're welcome. Send me one of your shirts and I'll embroider some writing for you to recall.

[pneumo]

I only have one! It'll be super-easy. [ he just uses the crew suits whenever he needs to do laundry... what is having possessions. But aww♥ smile from dad, tonight is fficially awesome. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Only one? ]

Well, all right then. I'll come by later.

[pneumo]

[ Having possessions is not something he excels at ]

Really??? You mean it? [ IT'S A DATE ]

[beardstrokes]

I did say I would. Have I done anything I did not mean?

[pneumo]

No--! I'll wait at the port-thingy!

[beardstrokes]

Where now?

[ The Shuttle Bay? ]

[pneumo]

[ That thing, yes. ]

Where all the ships come when they visit.

[beardstrokes]

[ Patiently. ]

That's known as the Shuttle Bay, Sascha.

[pneumo]

Ohh... Shuttle Bay--got it! I'll wait there then!♥ [ Obi is probably the most patient with him out of everyone in the entire universe. ]

[beardstrokes]

I'll be right over.

[ And it certainly doesn't take him long, armed with needle and thread. One of the splinters from his old staff was repurposed for a needle and thread was easy to remove from his robes. ]

[pneumo]

[ Sascha will be waiting just like he promised, and by now at least he's cleaned the blood fromhis nose off his face. There's still a drop or two on the collar of his shirt, but he obviously doesn't care; he's practically glowing when he sees Obi-wan arrive. ]

Obi~!

[beardstrokes]

Well, you seem to be in one piece.

[ Still he looks Sascha over. ]

[pneumo]

[ He's healed by now for sure, not a scratch or bruise on him--but lucky Jedi, he'll get to look up-close and personal because Sascha's going to be giving him a hug pretty much right away. DAD. ]

Yup~! All good.

[beardstrokes]

[ Urk. As always, Obi-Wan freezes up a little, unable to stem the involuntary reaction before it recedes and he carefully peels Sascha away. ]

I suppose I should be relieved.

[pneumo]

[ He's not at all bothered of course, still beaming as he's pushed back. ]

Aww...were you worried?

[beardstrokes]

[ Dryly. ]

You do give me cause to worry fairly often.

[pneumo]

[ He shouldn't look nearly as pleased to hear that as he does, but. Well. Obi worries about him and that makes him happy. ]

Not all the time though!

[beardstrokes]

No, I suppose not.

[pneumo]

It's okay, you don't need to--I'm really good at not dying!

[beardstrokes]

That may be, but you still shouldn't be getting hurt.

[pneumo]

I know, I know... "Knock first." [ LOOK he held it in his brain for longer than 2 seconds, aren't you proud? ]