SS Hot Mess shows up to mingles 15 minutes late with Starbucks

[notzubats]

Who: The Huntress Crew and Visitors
Broadcast: Maybe!!
Action: SS Huntress!
When: From now until end of the system!

[There's been an elf invasion! And an Ellen Page invasion! Also there's a star system! Come in Huntress, it's been awhile, so it's time for a mingle! ]

Comments

[castintoflames]

As am I. My augment will easily protect you.

(At his side, there is a small gun and he pulls it out, showing it to Fingon.)

The weapons are fascinating.

[valiantfire]

{Fingon reaches to touch the gun, curious.}

Then I am safe. {He'd had no doubts even before.}

[castintoflames]

(The safety is on just in case. He gently shows Fingon how to hold it.)

I should worry more for the one who attempts to harm you.

[valiantfire]

{Fingon trusts Maedhros completely. He has no fear.}

Mm. You, Kano, and Grandfather would not be kind to whomever tries.

[castintoflames]

Mercy would be in short supply. (He places Fingon's finger against the trigger.) You push that back to fire. Your enemy will fall after one hit.

[valiantfire]

{Fingon listens closely, grimly determined to learn this.} I aim it like a bow?

[castintoflames]

It is easier than a bow. Simply point in the direction you wish to shoot and the mechanism will propel the bullet forward. (Stop being cute, cousin.)

[valiantfire]

{But it's Fingon's best attack!}

I will remember.

[castintoflames]

No matter the outcome, if you are in danger, call for me or Kano. (Any of the Elves currently amongst the fleet would come to Fingon's aid, but he trusts so few utterly.)

[valiantfire]

You have my word, Nelyo. And I will come if you call, just as I will go to Kano if he calls. {Fingon will be talking to Maglor about getting his promise to call.}

[castintoflames]

I do not doubt that. You have never realized that you are too precious to waste in battle.

[valiantfire]

{A fond huff. Stop making him blush!}

I hope we don't have to fight here.

[castintoflames]

(He will always value Fingon and he tends to put him on a pedestal. Opps?)

If we do, stand behind me. (It's a small joke considering his build.)

[valiantfire]

{Just as Fingon puts Maedhros and Maglor on one? A laughing light enters his gaze.}

Standing in front of you would hardly change most outcomes, Nelyo.

[castintoflames]

(He pretends to consider that point and then adds:)

I'll carry you, then. Or you can sit on my shoulders.

[valiantfire]

{A snicker escapes.}

I shall perch on your shoulder!

[castintoflames]

Precisely! You can hurl things at the enemy. (This is a ridiculous plan! Maedhros grins.)

[valiantfire]

{Oh hush, it's a brilliant plan! It's all for Maedhros' grin, of course.}

The enemy can hardly win under our assault.

[castintoflames]

Oh surely. They will fall before they realize who they face! (He is trying to hold back a laugh, unused to the sensation.)

[valiantfire]

{Then Fingon must keep trying until Maedhros can't hold it back any longer!}

What shall I throw? I believe we have an abundance of spoons!

[castintoflames]

(It's just far too silly. Maedhros laughs helplessly, holding his stomach.)

S-Spoons?

[valiantfire]

{Success! Fingon laughs happily, taking immense pleasure in Maedhros' laugh.}

Spoons!