Mon-El (
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driftfleet2017-04-02 09:04 pm
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Accidental Video
Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental video
Action: Goldstone
When: Nowish
[Strange things have been going on recently. You may have noticed notes appearing on your bookmarks or in your cookies that aren't even fortune cookies or written out in the dust on your desk—you should really clean that. They include:
"Mon-El and Kara are cousins."
"Kara dyes her hair."
"Mon-El glitterbombs his enemies."
"Kara is, like, really old."
But it hasn't kept the couple from being extremely cute with each other. His communicator kicks on for what can only be Atroma-related reasons as they walk hand-in-hand into the Goldstone's cargo bay.]
So, Princess Bride again tonight?
As you wish!! I mean, we could branch out, but you really can't top it for quality.
[He laughs.] Seventh time is the charm? Or are we on sixth? [He leans in, ready to kiss her when something catches his eye—a crate with his name on it.] What’s that?
How should I know? It has your name on it. Do you have a secret admirer now?
Maybe. I am a very good bartender. [Smiling as he walks over to it and without so much as a crowbar, he flips it open easily despite it being obviously nailed shut. Reaching in he pulls up a handful of condoms. He doesn’t notice the note.]
[Kara laughs. Not like a ha-ha-funny laugh but she's really taken off guard.] Um. Well that's… useful? I guess? How good a bartender are you?
If I’m this good I need a raise.
[Kara raises her eyebrows and notices something distinctly not-condom-like fall from the crate and goes to pick it up]
What’s that?
[She takes a moment to read it for herself before reading it aloud with a skeptical voice] "Mon-El and Natasha had sex."
[Mon-El’s eyes widen, but before he can reply the video cuts out. You’ll have to call in for the details.]
(OOC: Part of the Rumors event. | Mon-El | Kara | Both will respond and also possibly Natasha.)
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental video
Action: Goldstone
When: Nowish
[Strange things have been going on recently. You may have noticed notes appearing on your bookmarks or in your cookies that aren't even fortune cookies or written out in the dust on your desk—you should really clean that. They include:
"Mon-El and Kara are cousins."
"Kara dyes her hair."
"Mon-El glitterbombs his enemies."
"Kara is, like, really old."
But it hasn't kept the couple from being extremely cute with each other. His communicator kicks on for what can only be Atroma-related reasons as they walk hand-in-hand into the Goldstone's cargo bay.]
So, Princess Bride again tonight?
As you wish!! I mean, we could branch out, but you really can't top it for quality.
[He laughs.] Seventh time is the charm? Or are we on sixth? [He leans in, ready to kiss her when something catches his eye—a crate with his name on it.] What’s that?
How should I know? It has your name on it. Do you have a secret admirer now?
Maybe. I am a very good bartender. [Smiling as he walks over to it and without so much as a crowbar, he flips it open easily despite it being obviously nailed shut. Reaching in he pulls up a handful of condoms. He doesn’t notice the note.]
[Kara laughs. Not like a ha-ha-funny laugh but she's really taken off guard.] Um. Well that's… useful? I guess? How good a bartender are you?
If I’m this good I need a raise.
[Kara raises her eyebrows and notices something distinctly not-condom-like fall from the crate and goes to pick it up]
What’s that?
[She takes a moment to read it for herself before reading it aloud with a skeptical voice] "Mon-El and Natasha had sex."
[Mon-El’s eyes widen, but before he can reply the video cuts out. You’ll have to call in for the details.]
(OOC: Part of the Rumors event. | Mon-El | Kara | Both will respond and also possibly Natasha.)
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I'll go get the glasses. You? You start thinking up your first...thingy. [ on her way out the door: ] I pick truth.
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[ a light tease ]
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it won't take her long to come back with two home-fashioned shot glasses, clearly picked up at some stop along the way. kate beckons kara to join her on the floor of her quarters so they can at least avoid being spilly on the bed. ]
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[ she slides to the floor, maybe a little hard, and laughs ]
So, truth? Who would you least like to see here? But don't be obvious. No one wants to see Hitler here.
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[ she sets one glass in front of kara, and the other in front of herself. then it's just a matter of pouring her own ounce; kara's got the superbrew in hand, and therefore can pour hers. ]
But if we strip away the obvious bad dudes and super-villains, then I guess -- any more of Clint's exes. I can't handle the drama most of them bring with them. And it's not their fault. Clint's the drama queen.
[ any of her own exes? kate likes to think she'd handle with grace. even noh-varr. but heaven help them all if bobbi ever showed up. ]
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I choose... truth, too.
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so, instead: ] Tell me about your first kiss.
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Unsurprisingly, I was an extremely weird kid for a few years after I landed, so I didn't really notice boys or have boys notice me for awhile. So, sometime in high school there was this boy—Robbie Wilson, I think?—we took a walk around the field during an evening soccer game. He kissed me behind some unused bleachers. How cliché, right?
Well, I went a little hard and I might have broken his nose.
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Four?
[ she giggles ]
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[ a half-shrug. god, she's had too much to drink already if she's telling this almost-story. ]
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[ she's going to make you keep going. she's naive and precious ]
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Think the best make-out session you've ever had, plus hallucinations. Nice hallucinations. Not the kind you get when you're pulling all-nighters during finals week.
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